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Fionna had been in more dangerous situations than she could ever hope to recall. Things like slaying a candy dragon or wrestling a mountain troll were commonplace to her, nothing more than another day at the office for a professional adventuress like herself. She felt drawn to danger, and maybe that’s why she didn’t take the warnings about wandering too close to the heart of the forest seriously.
The warnings had done little more than tempt her from the moment she first heard of them, and she had been itching for a thrilling adventure after spending a couple weeks cooped up playing her way through an impossible set of levels on BMO. Now, however, looking into the piercing green stare of the man dangling her up by her backpack, she began to think that maybe she had been too quick to disregard the warnings.
Deep in the forest she had found a clearly divided line where the trees morphed with the old magic emanating from the heart. This man had been on her so fast, snatching her from behind and pulling her back the moment she tried to step foot across the line separating the mundane trees from the magically altered ones that she had to wonder if he had been silently following her for some time. He had hoisted her up in the air to bring her to his eye level before her brain had even caught up to speed with what was happening.
“Who sent you?” he asked harshly, and her eyes grew wide as she took him in.
This guy was huge, and he clearly had every ounce of strength his broad frame implied, as he was easily holding her up with a single hand as if she weighed nothing at all. She could sense his magic radiating off him in waves in the strange way that it seemed to seep out of all wizards, and the more she gaped at him the more she understood why she hadn’t realized she had been being followed until he had outright grabbed her. Whatever type of magic he had seemed to perfectly camouflage his body to the forest surroundings, from the green shade of his skin to his leaf-like hair to the pair of wooden antlers sprouting out of the top of his head.
While Fionna loved danger, she quickly realized that this man was simply too much, and she swallowed nervously as fear entered her. She wasn’t used to feeling afraid, and as her heart raced and her body broke out in a cold sweat she did the only thing that made sense to her at the time. She knew she couldn’t fight him, it would be stupid to even try, which left running her only viable option to get to safety.
Letting out a yell Fionna thrashed violently, trying to do whatever she could in her power to wiggle out of his grip and get away. He appeared a bit startled by her sudden change, and held her out at a distance as she strained to break free. Her midair flailing wasn’t doing very much of anything, and she threw her leg up, trying to twist her body in just the right way for her backpack strap to slip off her shoulder.
This resulted in her accidentally landing a sharp kick to the side of his face, and the next thing she knew the wind was knocked out of her as she landed on the hard ground. He had her backpack off her and thrown across the forest floor faster than she thought possible, and she scrambled as she tried to shove him away to reach for it. All her weapons were in there! She hadn’t been prepared for a fight!
He was, again, too quick for her. The moment she tried to reach for her backpack he twisted her arm behind her back, locking it in place before using it to pin her down into the hard earth. She tried to twist and kick at him, which only resulted in his legs finding their way between hers, one knee coming down to immobilize one of her legs while her other was forced out at an awkward angle.
Fionna cried out and strained against him, but it was no use. His hold was too secure, and the harder she fought the tighter he held her. Out of sheer desperation she wrenched her head to the side and tried to bite his hand that wasn’t pinning down her arm, which actually almost worked. He grabbed her bunny hat by the ears and tried to use them to hold down her head, confusion flickering across his face as all this managed to do was slip her hat halfway off.
The half second of confusion was all she needed to sink her teeth into the side of his hand, but his skin was calloused and despite the ferocity of her bite she didn’t seem to do any real damage. He jerked his hand out of her mouth in a practiced motion, ripping her hat off completely before squashing the side of her face into the dirt.
Her muscles were tight with adrenaline, but there was nowhere for her to go, so she lay there powerlessly with her eyes clamped shut tight, terrified of what was coming next. Strangely, however, the seconds ticked on, and nothing happened. Eventually she peeked the eye that wasn’t squashed into the dirt open and glanced up at him. She was surprised to find he was looking down at her curiously, and she felt as ever so softly the grip of his hand on the side of her face lessened.
She felt as his fingers carded through her hair, which had gone wild with the way he had yanked off her hat, pushing the locks of blonde hair out of her face so he could look at her more closely. Her face burned with shame at the powerlessness of her situation and after a moment he gradually lowered himself down, bringing his face closer to her exposed throat. She felt as he sealed his body against hers, his chest replacing his hand to lock her arm in place behind her back.
Panic flared in her at the closeness as his groin pressed against her bottom, but then she felt the warmth of his face hovering directly above her neck, as close as he could be without making physical contact. She wanted to scream, but she found she was too terrified to make such a complex noise. A pathetic whimpering sound was the only thing that she could force to escape her lips, the flesh of her throat erupting in goosebumps in anticipation.
She was convinced he was going to tear her throat out with his teeth like some kind of animal, and trapped as she was she could do little more than wait for the pain to come, tears leaking out of her eyes as her body shook beneath his. She tensed as he finally touched her, his nose bumping gently against the side of her neck as he… as he… softly sniffed her.
Her whole body tensed up so tightly even her shaking subsided as he pressed his nose firmly against her skin and deeply inhaled a handful of times. His hand ran through her hair again, but there was no affection in the gesture. It was almost as if he was just… trying to feel if she was hiding anything. His fingers swept against the side of her neck almost as if he were checking for gills, or something, and he gently tugged on her ears to see if they were actually attached or would pull off as easily as the bunny ears on her hat.
She was so scared she allowed this all without complaint until his thumb found her bottom lip and tried to ease it down to look at her teeth. She didn’t like that, and chomped at him again. He pulled away at that, but she didn’t think her bite had anything to do with it.
“I don’t understand,” he said, and she opened her freely watering eyes and strained to look up at him, terrified out of her mind.
“What don’t you understand?” she asked, wishing he’d release one of her arms so she could wipe at her face.
“What are you?” he asked, and the question confused her.
“I’m human,” she said, wincing as his nose touched her neck and he again smelled her. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“You smell… strange,” he said, his lips moving against her skin as he spoke. He sniffed again, and she really wished he’d stop doing that if she smelled bad.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been sweating a lot,” she said, feeling stupid for her apology the moment it came out. She had nothing to apologize for, he was the one who should be apologizing. Well… she supposed she had kicked him in the face, but still.
“It’s not your sweat I’m talking about,” he said before pausing to deeply inhale again. “It’s like candy mixed with felines, maybe a creature of the night…”
“I-I was at a party, at the candy palace,” she stammered out, which was the truth. She had been at a party when the stories of the heart of forest came up. Scoping out the forest had sounded way cooler to her than politely sipping her tea as Gumball droned on about his latest science project or being subjected to Marshall Lee making faces at her from across the room, so she had secretly left. “All those things were there with me, but I snuck out.”
“Are you really human?” he asked, and as her head was the only part of her body she could actually move, she nodded. She cried out as she felt the wet heat of his tongue on her neck, but he wasn’t biting. He only ran it across her skin, licking her once.
“Ugh! Don’t lick me, you creep,” she yelled, and maybe it wasn’t wise to throw an insult at the man who currently had complete power over her, but she couldn’t help it.
“I don’t taste any magical manipulation to your pheromones on your sweat,” he commented, and she groaned.
“Of course not! I told you, I’m just a regular human,” she said. “Why don’t you believe me?”
“I really thought you were some kind of feral hybrid,” he said, and she shot him a nasty glare.
“Why would you think that?” she asked, offended by the thought.
“You had animal ears, you were trying to get to the heart of the forest, and you attacked first,” he said. “It wouldn’t be the first time a rival wizard enchanted a few species together and sent them here to try to steal the old magic.”
“I… I didn’t mean to kick you, I was just trying to get away,” she said, and she felt as his body shifted slightly on top of her. He pulled away just enough to free the arm that had been locked behind her back, and she immediately brought her numb hand to her face, wiping away her drying tears.
“I never thought I’d see a real human,” he said, his fingers touching the back of her hand softly and curiously running over her smooth skin.
“You’ve never met a human before?” she asked, and he shook his head, his hand finding the side of her face now, his fingers tracing the rounded shell of her ear.
“Never. I had heard rumors, when I traveled to Wizard City, that there was a human somewhere in Aaa but I never thought you’d look so…” he hesitated as he seemed to struggle to find the right word. “Pretty.” he finally settled on.
“You think I’m pretty?” she asked, the first wild thought that flickered across her mind being that she had somehow misheard him. He shifted completely off her at this, but didn’t release her. He kept a firm hold on the sides of her arms as he did so, pulling her up off the ground so she was facing him and he could see her fully.
“Yeah,” he said as he looked her over, and she tried to squirm, glaring at him when he didn’t let her go. His green eyes settled on hers, which had narrowed into slits with her nasty glare, and she watched as his softened. “You’re really… really pretty.”
Her eyes grew wide as she realized he was serious, and she lost focus on maintaining her angry face. She didn’t think she had ever been called pretty by a guy before, and the thought filled her with a strange feeling. Her face flooded with warmth as his eyes drifted lower, not even bothering to hide the hungry look on his face as he fully took in the curves of her frame.
“Who are you, anyway?” Fionna asked, struggling faintly against his grip, uncomfortable with the way he was leering at her. Her struggles did nothing to free herself, but it did get his eyes to return to her face.
“I’m Hunter Wizard,” he said after a moment, almost as if the sight of her had caused him to temporarily forget his own name. “And it’s my job to protect this forest and the magic it contains,” he said, and finally, the reason he had grabbed and pinned her to the ground was clear to her. But still, the way he had been staring her down filled her with no small amount of worry.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“I’m… not going to do anything to you,” he said. “Tell me who sent you here, and I’ll let you go.”
“Nobody sent me here,” she said, and he gave her a critical look.
“I don’t believe that,” he said. “A human has no business in the heart of the forest, the monsters there would tear you apart. If you’re not here to steal the magic, certainly someone was trying to send you to your death.”
“There’s monsters there?” she asked, her ears having perked up at the sound of the word. She flipping loved fighting monsters.
“Horrible ones, the magic strengthens and warps them,” he said, and her eyes grew wide in wonder. Sure, she was pretty pathetic in comparison to him, but she had never met a monster before she couldn’t slay. It was exactly what she had been hoping for.
“Let me go check it out, please,” she begged, feeling as his hands tightened.
“Absolutely not, you’d be killed,” he said, and she frowned. “You’re going back to wherever you came from.”
“Come with me, then,” she said. “I just want to slay a few monsters, I won’t touch the magic, I promise.”
“No,” he said, and her frown deepened. She felt as he let go of her arms, and she took this to mean she was free to go (although she was sure if she made for the heart again he would stop her).
This was just typical. She was going to end up sipping tea with Gumball all evening while there were magically strengthened monsters wandering through the heart of the forest. The monsters were just begging for her to slay them, and this freaking forest protecting wizard wasn’t going to let her at them on account of her being human. She… didn’t like the sound of that, and she wasn’t afraid of playing dirty to try to get what she wanted, especially now that she knew he didn’t mean her harm.
Hunter Wizard looked at her curiously when she didn’t bolt away from him the moment he let her go, and swallowing her nerves, she reached out, cupping his green face with both her hands.
“You know, Hunter Wizard, you’re pretty cute,” Fionna said, giving him a little smile.
“I am?” he asked, and she nodded. It wasn’t even a lie, either. Now that she could look at him plainly without being terrified out of her mind, she could admit he was handsome, in a wild sort of way.
“And you’re really… very strong,” she said, one of her hands slipping down from his face to disappear under his cloak, running over the muscles lining his bicep.
“I have to be,” he said slowly, appearing unsure before adding, “You… you like that?”
“Of course I do,” she said honestly. She did like his strength, he’d probably be so much fun to fight monsters with. Well, only as long as he let her have her fun first. He was so strong he’d probably kill most monsters before she could even get a single swing of her sword in.
“I like the way you look, too,” he said, and she felt as his hand hesitantly touched the curve of her waist. She covered his hand with hers and pressed it against her more firmly to show him it was okay, flailing slightly as his other hand joined in and he pulled her completely onto his lap. Her legs wound up on either side of him, and the position was a little more intimate than she had in mind, but she supposed it was okay.
“I… don’t want to go back to where I came from, yet,” she said, finding it not hard at all to relax her body against his, especially not with the soothing way his thumbs were stroking her sides as he held her. “I want to stay here with you,” and fight monsters, she silently added.
“I don’t want you to go, either,” he said, and before she lost her nerve, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips softly against his.
Really, this was as far as she had intended to go to get her way, but then he groaned and returned her affection so hungrily that she couldn’t help but get lost in the moment. Her little kiss quickly morphed into one of the dirtiest make out sessions she had ever participated in, and while his technique wasn’t particularly refined he was enthusiastic enough that it excited her in more than one way. It felt good to be desired, and it was a bit thrilling to suck on his bottom lip and make the man who had so easily overpowered her moan.
His hands were everywhere, groping at her as if he were touch starved, and she didn’t mind it until she felt them closing around her breasts, squeezing at them through the fabric of her shirt. She broke away from his mouth and her hands covered his with the intention of swatting them away, but then his thumbs found her hardened nipples and all she could do was moan. He played with them through her shirt, causing deep throbs of pleasure to emit between her legs, and she clamped her thighs around him, trying to suppress the feeling enough to speak.
He seemed to grow annoyed with the layer fabric concealing her breasts from him, and he bunched her shirt up high on her collar without invitation. The sudden shock of cold air against her sensitive skin certainly brought her back to her senses, and she quickly covered her exposed breasts with her hands.
“Hey! You have to ask before you do that!” Fionna said, indignant.
“I didn’t know,” he said before capturing her lips with his again. She kissed him back automatically, her lips moving of their own accord for a few moments before she felt him gently tug at her hands, replacing them with his own so he could continue his teasing little touches. It felt too good not to allow, and he seemed to subtly refine his technique, giving her so much pleasure that she somewhat forgot what her initial intentions even were.
“Ah, that feels really good,” she said a moment later, separating from his mouth with a moan as he trapped one of her nipples between two of his fingers and circled the calloused pad of his thumb over it again and again.
Without her lips to occupy him his mouth searched for a new target, licking a line down her neck and skipping over her bunched shirt to come to a rest around one of her breasts. Fionna couldn’t hold back her moans as he sucked, the warm, wet heat of his tongue rolling over her almost good enough to make her see stars. He sucked and sucked at her until she was so sensitive it nearly hurt, his thumb never stopping its incessant circling on the other side.
Her arms wrapped around his head, not to pull him off, but to hold him firmly in place. She felt a hardness pressing against her, and the place between her legs was absolutely on fire with need. She ground herself against it, feeling as her breast slipped out of his mouth with the moan this caused him to emit. She liked making him moan, and she brought herself down again and again, his thumb finally stopping the pleasurable torture it was causing her as he lost focus on keeping it up.
She ground down hard and he threw his head back, thrusting up to meet her on the next pass, and she buried her hands in his leaf-like hair, leaning down to capture his mouth in a dominating kiss. She kept on grinding and kissing him until she had him lying flat on his back, and it felt so good to make him melt into a moaning puddle beneath her that all she could think of was getting more. His hands were under her skirt, gripping and squeezing her ass as she ground herself on him, and glob was she glad that she hadn’t chosen shorts today.
She lifted up off him without breaking apart their mouths, making just enough room for him to unfasten the weird tie of his pants faster than she’d ever be able to fumble it undone. She hooked her soaked panties to the side with her thumb, moaning as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her intimately. She rocked down on it experimentally, feeling the change throughout his whole body this caused.
It was good for her, too, and she rocked herself over it again, feeling as it slid through her wetness, the bluntness of it pressing deliciously against her clit and filling her with tingling pleasure. Once she had his cock trapped where she wanted it she lavished in teasing herself with it, rocking and grinding on top of him to stimulate herself in new ways.
She was content to rock herself on him to orgasm in this way, but his body grew more and more tense under hers, his fingers digging painfully into her hips as he groaned pathetically into her mouth, and she realized maybe she was being unkind by using him in this one-sided way. She reached down and grabbed him around the base, and if she hadn’t been so aroused she’d be nervous about the size of him, but she was too clouded with need to really care.
She lined his cock up with her entrance and brought herself down on the tip, causing their kiss to break apart as they both moaned. His head was thrown back into the dirt and she sat herself up on him more fully, bracing herself on his shoulders as she brought herself down on him again and again, gradually working him inside. The head of his cock was dripping with her wetness from all the sliding she had done on it, and it slipped inside easily enough, but the rest of him proved more challenging.
Her body stretched past the point of comfortable fullness as she struggled to accommodate him, but there was just too much of him to reasonably fit inside. The stretch burned in such a good way as she brought herself up again, feeling relief as she rode to the tip only to gasp out as she came back down, his cock filling her completely and pressing on places inside her that sent shivers up her spine.
It was so good she wanted the whole thing, and he seemed to wordlessly pick up on how hard she was struggling, his hands finding their way back around her breasts. He squeezed and played with them in the way he had learned, the pleasure of it distracting her from the pain of the stretch, allowing her to work herself more fully down on him until she was finally fully seated. She ground down once to be sure, her inner walls contracting tightly around him, and then she resecured her grip on his shoulders, riding her way up to the tip before bringing herself back down again.
Fionna set an easy pace riding him, and after a few passes the burning from the stretch subsided and she started to really enjoy herself. It was nearly as good as rocking her clit against the head of his cock, and she increased her speed, his moans encouraging her on. She quickly learned to grind herself down each time her body completely engulfed him, her clit rubbing against him in the most amazing way.
She began to pant, her thighs starting to burn from the exertion, and his hands left her breasts to cup her ass, helping her raise herself off him and easing some of her burden. Her eyes had been closed in pleasure and she forced them open now to look down at him. Her face flooded with warmth as she took in the way he was openly watching her breasts bounce as she rode him. She ground herself down on him again, closing her eyes as the pleasure gripped her.
It was all starting to feel like too much, the excitement, adrenaline, and pleasure of the situation all rapidly coming to a head inside her. She picked up her pace and brought herself down on him hard, shifting her hips until his cock was hitting the perfect spot inside her. Her whole core throbbed with pleasure, and she brought herself down again and again, the throbbing growing stronger each time until the tension finally burst and her mind and body were flooded with the strongest surge of pleasure she had ever known.
Her walls clenched around him with her orgasm and her nails dug into his shoulders as she cried out, the feeling of coming undone while being stretched open like this so addicting she wondered how she’d ever live without it. Her walls pulsed with aftershocks, and she hadn’t realized she had stopped moving on him until she felt him thrusting up into her roughly as he sought out his release. She couldn’t control the noises coming out of her mouth as she was wildly overstimulated by this, her walls clamping and clenching around him as he used her to get himself off, and thankfully it didn’t last for long.
He thrust himself into her a final time, and she could actually feel how his cock throbbed and twitched inside her. She ground down on him and moaned as he came, a sudden rush of the most amazing warmth spreading deep inside her. The warm fluid coated her walls completely and she felt as gravity caused it to thickly drip out the sides of her, soothing the ache from the stretch that had settled there.
Fionna gasped for breath, her mind somewhere up in the clouds as she eased herself off him. His cock slid out of her, more of his come escaping with it, and as soon as she was off his lap she tried to clamp her thighs shut to keep the rest of it in place. She dropped down on the ground next to him as she fought to catch her breath, and he wrapped one of his arms around her, dragging her close.
The strength of her orgasm had left her completely satiated beyond words. She was content to lie there limply in a sleepy haze, but he didn’t seem to share the feeling, as he clearly was not done with her yet. He covered her with his body, his mouth devouring her lazily compliant one, kissing her deeper than she thought possible before abandoning her lips to work lower on her body.
His mouth found its way back around the tip of one of her breasts, and he alternated between rolling his tongue over her nipple and sucking eagerly, his fingers already busy working her other to peak. She squirmed beneath him and moaned as he buried his face in her breasts, her hands fisting in the fabric of his cloak as she was overwhelmed with feeling. She was so sensitive she nearly asked him to stop. She had no idea why anyone would want to suck on her breasts so badly, but he was moaning so loudly as he sucked that she let him continue, the sound of him making that noise doing something strange to her.
His hands found the lower hem of her skirt and he pulled it high on her belly to get it out of the way before yanking her panties off. Fionna was pulled from her pleasure as his mouth left her and she gasped, immediately clamping her thighs shut when she felt the cool air hitting her. She didn’t want him to look at her there and see what a mess she was. She could feel the come he had left inside her oozing out despite her best efforts to keep it in and the thought of him seeing it dripping down her bottom embarrassed her for some reason.
She felt the warmth of his hands on her thighs as he tried to gently pry them apart. Her lower belly had become the new target of his wet, open mouthed kisses, and as he sucked and ran his tongue across her soft skin she felt her resolve slipping away. The idea of him doing that a little bit lower was too tempting, even though she already felt spent beyond words. She really had no idea what she had been getting herself into with that little kiss she had given him.
Somehow despite everything she still found herself wanting more, and at his encouragement she opened her legs for him. His mouth left her belly, and her face burned as she felt his eyes on her most private place. Whether he was simply curious about this new part of her or taking survey of the mess he had made she didn’t know, but either way, she wanted him to stop looking. She bucked her hips up, trying to wordlessly get him to do… whatever it was he intended to do.
Hunter seemed to understand her silent plea, as a heartbeat later his open mouth was on her. He licked her once before bringing in his hand and spreading her open, his tongue probing at her until he found the spot that made her moan the loudest. He wrapped his mouth around the swollen flesh of her clit and gave it a gentle little suck, almost as if he were testing the waters. Her thighs shook against either side of his head, her hands burying in the strange texture of his hair as she ground shamelessly against his face, desperate for him to do that again.
His mouth on her there felt even better than she had imagined, and as he began sucking at her in earnest all she could do was stare up into the crisscrossed tangle of tree branches overhead and moan. She was so oversensitive it was nearly torture to endure, and yet the pleasure build up in her lower abdomen all the same. The pleasure coiled and tightened within her, and her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath, her body hungry for more air than she could supply it.
He continued to suck at her, occasionally stopping to drag his tongue across her oversensitive flesh, lapping at her as if he truly enjoyed her taste. One of his fingers pressed its way inside her, and the stretch of it caused the pleasure to become too much at once. Her orgasm was on her quicker than before, her inner walls pulsing around his finger as her thighs clenched on either side of his head.
Fionna held him tightly in place with her legs until the initial surge of pleasure from her orgasm ebbed. After the surge was over she released him, her legs falling limply off his shoulders as every ounce of strength felt like it left her body. He pressed a final kiss against her, and she was so oversensitive the light touch caused her to cry out.
Thankfully his mouth left her at that, working its way back up her body until it nestled into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he licked a hot line up her throat, groaning as she felt his hardness pressing against her hip.
“I’m too tired,” Fionna said immediately. Her thighs still burned from the exertion of riding him the first time, there was no way she could force them to do it again.
“Last time,” Hunter broke his mouth apart from her neck long enough to say, and she limply nodded her consent, wondering how in the world she had wound up in this position.
He gently pushed on her shoulder, encouraging her to turn over for him. She did, and shakily propped herself up on her hands and knees. One of his hands closed around her waist, holding her firmly in place as he began pressing himself into her from behind. As soon as the head pushed through the tender little slit of her entrance she seemed to lose all control of the noises pouring out of her mouth.
She was sore and hypersensitive, the mix of pleasure and pain as he pulled out just to push right back in again almost too much for her. He worked more and more of himself inside her with each pass, her body accommodating his length easier this time now that she had been broken in. Soon he was thrusting into her openly, the fluid from her own arousal mixed with his saliva and come from their last round dripping out of her and running down her thighs as he fucked her hard.
Fionna had no control over the speed or hardness of the penetration in this position, and the tight hold of his hands prevented her from squirming away. She didn’t think she had ever had as little control over anything in her life as she did at that moment, and she dropped her weight down to her elbows, burying her face into her hands as she let him have her.
Curving her back down like that only seemed to allow him to burrow himself into her deeper with his next thrust. He must have decided he liked the change in the position better, too, because his hands left her waist so he could follow her down. His chest sealed against her back and his arm locked around her shoulders to pin her in place, his mouth latching onto the side of her neck as he entered her again.
Fionna was vaguely reminded of the way he had held her down after she had kicked him in the face, and she again wondered how the glob they had wound up like this. Then he rammed into her again and she cried out, all thoughts leaving her mind as his pace spiked. He apparently liked this new position enough to finish in, and she felt the change in his thrusts as they became harder and more unforgiving as he chased down his release.
She didn’t think she could come again, but the way he was holding her down and roughly using her body seemed to awaken something inside her. She was completely trapped under him and didn’t think she could break away even if she wanted to. For some reason that thought pushed her over the edge, and she felt as her inner walls clenched around him as she was again gripped by the overwhelming flood of pleasure of her orgasm.
As it was her third and she was absolutely exhausted at this point the pleasure high didn’t last very long, but the surge of endorphins was a relief nonetheless. She slumped as best as she could in his arms, and after a handful of thrusts he buried himself inside her a final time, a shiver running through him as he came. The rush of warm fluid spreading inside her was just as much of a soothing relief this time as it was last, and glob did she need it, because she was sore.
Hunter seemed content to hold her like this for some time in a pleasurable haze, but she needed his cock out of her and squirmed to try to make this happen. He seemed to mistake this for her trying to get out from under him and he uncovered her completely, the feeling of his softening cock abruptly sliding out of her making her wince.
“Did you want me to stop?” he asked, and she forced her exhausted muscles to allow her to roll herself onto her back so she could face him.
“No, I was cool with it. Just please, no more,” Fionna said, dreading the thought. His stamina was something else, and she was only human. She couldn’t hope to keep up with him. “Not right now, at least. I’m done.”
“I’ve had enough for now, too,” he said, dropping down to join her on the ground.
She shifted closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It wasn’t a very comfortable place to rest, but she was so exhausted she could probably fall asleep on a sharp pile of rocks if she really wanted to. The only problem was the deep ache that had settled between her legs. She squirmed slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in to distract herself from the pain when he spoke.
“Is something wrong?” Hunter asked, and she shrugged.
“I’m just sore from everything,” Fionna said. “It’s fine, just annoying.”
“There’s a healing spring not far from here,” he said, and her ear perked up at the sound of that. “I can take you there for a dip and you’ll feel good as new.”
“Really?” she asked, a small spark of hope that maybe she would end her evening with a grand monster fight after all igniting in her mind.
“Of course,” he said. “Do you want me to take you there now?”
“Not right now,” she said after a moment of thought, nestling her body more securely against his. “But soon. I’d like to just rest here with you for a few more minutes.”
She felt the grip of his arms tighten around her and she thought maybe he hadn’t been eager for their cuddling to end yet, either. She didn’t mind, she liked the feeling of her body pressed against his, and she had the impression she would be spending a lot more time with him in the future. So long as she could think of a way to get him to take her into the heart of the forest for a monster hunting trip. She smiled, thinking she would not have to try very hard at all to convince him.