Free Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne

aside. His body rippled with pure testosterone, and Deborah thought she heard herself actually yelp at the sight of his hard cock.
    “Now I’m going to fuck you.” He flipped her over, twisting her bindings and forcing her face into the ground.
    Her breasts pressed into the earth, and she grinned so hard that she thought her jaw would seize. Gripping her firmly by the hips, he lifted her pelvis and opened her ass cheeks as she spread her thighs for him, scraping her knees into the ground. Her pussy was aching with anticipation and she clenched tight, waiting for the invasion. It came. He plunged his cock deep into her, stretching and shocking her surprised, twitching cunt. She felt his heat all the way up inside and he held there for a moment, letting her relax and soften, then he pulled out to the very tip and slid in again, jamming himself right into the fleshy pillows of her ass. His balls smacked gently against her open lips, brushing her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth.
    Again, harder, faster , she implored, the words silent in her chest. He obliged, fucking her hard and fast, coaxing a rising deep within her womb. She was thrashing about on her restraints now as her sodden, spasming cunt gushed around him, shuddering in what felt like a thousand shattering orgasms. He kept pounding another then another wave of pleasure into her until, at last, the surge and spurt of his own climax slowed his pace. He held her still and high until they both stopped twitching and panting, then he flopped on top of her, reaching up to untie her. She rolled over into his embrace as their sweat and dreams mingled and they drifted off to sleep in their new home.
     
    They were woken about half an hour later by the aroma of their dinner being cooked on the open fire. Familiar and unfamiliar scents filled their senses and Deborah’s stomach growled.
    “I’m starving.” She snuggled into Marcus’s chest and entwined his fingers in her own. His hands felt slightly roughened and she smiled. “We’ll make a huntsman of you yet, my love,” she crooned quietly, and he ruffled her hair. She looked carefully at his newly scuffed flesh and winced when she found a large splinter embedded in one of his fingers. “That looks sore. We should get it out before it gets infected.”
    “I hadn’t even noticed it.” He smiled affectionately at her as he sat up and looked at the wound. “See, that’s how manly I am. Grrrrr !” Flexing his muscles to show Deborah his prowess, he leaned in and kissed her nose before dragging on his clothes and leaving to get some food.
    When Deborah was dressed and freshened up, she joined them at the fire. Birch was tending to Marcus’s splinter with a knife that looked far too big for the job and Deborah lurched to his aid.
    “You’re blocking the light,” Birch chastised her, and she meekly moved behind him to watch the operation from there.
    It was a really big splinter and Birch was having trouble releasing it. He put the knife down and raised Marcus’s hand to his mouth, sucking the foreign body, trying to soften the skin. Deborah blushed, shocked at how the sight turned her on. Imagining Birch suckling the finger as Marcus had just sucked her in their tent not an hour before, Deborah gave herself a mental slap as warmth filled her pussy again. She was turning into a sexually feral wild thing.
    “There, that should do it.” Birch resumed picking at the splinter with his knife. At last, the long, dark invader slithered out and he lifted it into the light to show everyone. “Would you look at that? It’s the biggest one I’ve seen. You’re lucky we got that out, mate, could have gone septic quickly.” He passed it to Marcus and got up to stir the pot. “At least we’ll know what to call you now,” he said.
    “What?”
    “Well, it’s got to be Thorn, hasn’t it?”
    Marcus and Deborah looked at each other, trying to stifle their laughter. “Thorn it is!” She