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The night is full of chanting and muttering. Voices echo from every dark corner, praising their lord in a rhythmic cadence. Lord Gruff stands guard, a mighty presence looming over the congregation as they give praise to the dark goddess. Every worshiper knows adherence to her will allows them to become one of her thousand young. Their children will also receive these blessings. Then, a sudden hush falls over the crowd and they listen for her song.

Deeper and deeper into the Blackwood, away from the artificial lights made by men at night. It is so faint. The lyrics are barely a whisper, but the crowd leans forward, holding their breath and straining to hear. The wondrous song is easy to hear in their dreams, but here they need to be quiet and obedient.

The fullness of the moon bathes the world in pale light. The calls of the wild ones are close, but they know not to approach. The mother goddess has called her here. All are breathless with excitement as to the fate of one so close.

Great and powerful nostrils flare in the dark. The bellows of great lungs fills with excitement … drawing in her scent. The female is in season. The male is in rut. Soon, they will make another generation.

Brush crunches under the sound of massive hooves.

A snort of guttural intensity.

The Great Grunting Gruff lumbers out from the black.

Obsidian skin drinks in the moonlight.

Sweat glistens off the muscles of the primal warrior.

The awe-inspiring strength.

Reckless courage.

The will to move forward no matter the cost.

The fertile female steps out of civilization and lays herself bare upon the uncaring stone. The Gruff comes forth from the Blackwood and bows low before the glistening fertile sex. He waits for his call, helpless before the presence of her will. Eventually she calls to him, begging for him to make her scream with delight.

There upon the altar, he worships her with his mouth.

There upon the altar, he worships her with his body.

There upon the altar, he worships her with his seed.

Within her, he pours his life.

Within her, he merges his soul with another.

Within her, he plants the precious future of their race.

Upon completion of the task, the Gruff lifts his fists to the heavens and announces his conquest with a rapturous roar.

When the echoes fade away, he drops back to his knees. Lowering his voice to the utterance of whispers, he professes his love to the vessel of the goddess. Opening his heart, he confesses his weakness. Swearing to protect her, he recognizes his need for her affection. Without her, he was nothing but a beast wandering through the darkness. Now, he is more.

Within her, he has found the will to be more than just an animal of the Blackwood.

Within her, there is light in the darkness.

Within her, he finds purpose.

Rachel gasped in the darkness. The rumble of the Great Black Gruff echoed in her mind. Cold sweat covered her skin and caused her to shiver. Half-asleep hands fumbled at her naked body, scratching pale skin as she tried to tear off nonexistent bedclothes. The edges of the dream were clinging to her senses, and she could still smell the great potent male who had spread her open and fertilized her with his essence. Every inch of her tiny body needed his touch … his power … his children.

A soft moan came from next to her and she realized her husband was still mostly asleep. A whimper of lustful need slipped out of Rachel as she leaned her head against his side and inhaled his scent. One hand went to her sex, and she found herself to be a sopping mess. Fingers dipped into her valley, spreading slick heat over sensitive bits until her body went rigid. The whole world went white … then black. She settled and took a deep breath, noticing reality once more.

The heat was still upon her. Rubbing her legs together caused slick sensations to lance through her sex, bringing additional whimpers from the depths of her soul.

“Rachel?” asked her husband. “Are you okay?”

The fire inside of her was not lessening and she was burning up with a fever that made her need the potency of a male. Instincts drove her to roll over onto her hands and knees. Crawling up her husband’s body while calling his name.

“Zachary … I need you to fuck me.”

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes,” she crooned, as the furnace between her legs leaked lubricant onto the sheets. “All of you … inside of me … God … I need you!”

“Holy shit, you’re burning up,” he said, as more of his wits began to function.

“Right … fucking … now!” she declared, grinding slick flesh along his length. Desire stirred, pressing him up against her sex.

“Did someone have a dirty dream?” Zachary asked, rubbing his hands along her back and kissing her on the neck. “Guess that cheesy aphrodisiac was the real deal.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” she hissed, swooping down to push her mouth against his. Large strong hands gripped her bottom. Rachel gasped as her mate rocked his hips slowly up against her. The tip of his manhood teased her swollen lips then continued up and away from her entrance. Drawing himself back down, her anticipation grew more intense as the head neared her opening.

“Is that what you want?” he teased. “You want me inside of you again?” He pushed back up, dragging skin against skin and not entering her body. A brief struggle of repositioning occurred as he slid over her tender parts, refusing to sink completely inside.

“Noooooo …” she moaned as she tried to struggle out of his grip. “I want you inside … I want you to—”

“I heard you,” Zachary cut her off with a smug grin on his face. “I want to hear your sweet voice. I want to hear you cry out with joy. I want you to cum so hard they have to replace the sheets in the morning.

“You … you … fucking … fucking … fuuuuuuaaahhh!”

No matter how hard she tried to be upset with him, there was no denying his mastery of her pleasures. When Zachary discovered Rachel was a squirter, he made it his mission to turn her into a sprinkler every time they made love. He claimed he did not know this was his fetish until she did it the first time. After that, the pair of them invented multiple methods to get her juices flowing.

When Rachel collapsed onto his chest, she panted for breath and watched the spots dancing before her eyes. The tide of sexual need rolled out and back in, creating a window for thoughts to gather and then flee.

“You … you … oh … god.” Words were hard, but Rachel could still feel the need from her dream.

“God, I love baby-making sex,” Zachary said as he continued teasing her. “Are you sure you want me to wear you out before we go back out?”

“Yes,” Rachel whimpered between panting breaths.

“Any chance you’ll let me up without—” His words were cut off when she pushed herself up just enough to put her lips upon his. Her tongue rolled around in his mouth, and she delighted as his blond beard scratched her face. Pushing harder against his chest, she ran her fingers through his yellow hair … the thing she had given nicknames to such as sweater, bear, and rug. Wiggling her soaked bottom over his drenched skin, she tried once more to slip him inside.

A growl emanated from her husband as he lifted her into the air. Tossing her down on the bed, he pinned her face-down. His weight pressed down on her back. He grabbed her wrists, holding her in place. Without words, he thrust along the inside of her sex-soaked legs. Natural lubricant slid him forward and back, causing her to squirm until he thrust all the way up.

Rachel pressed her face into the pillow and screamed with all of her might. When she stopped, Zachary’s right hand slid under her stomach and pinched her favorite nipple. Then he pressed up until he was cupping her neck, forcing her head up so he could kiss her with the type of vigor she desired.

“Is this what you want?” he asked coarsely as he thrust hard into her core.

“AH! God! YES!” Rachel announced with each thrust.

“You dirty girl,” he continued his pillow talk. “You just want me hard and deep. I hear that’s how you get a boy. HARD!” He thrust so hard she screamed. “AND DEEP!” Another thrust caused her to cry out and convulse as she came, spreading out the warm spot forming on the bed. “Oh dear,” he said with a tsk-ing sound, withdrawing and letting her flop onto the sheets. “Oh, my. Look what you did.”

“You haven’t … cum yet,” Rachel growled.

“You still have enough wits to notice?” he asked with smugness radiating from his words. “Well then. Are you ready for the grand finale?”

Rachel responded by pushing her butt into the air and spreading her lower lips. One finger began to stimulate herself and her husband chuckled.

“Damn,” he said as he stretched for a moment and then moved forward once more. “Your wish is my command.”

Gripping her hips, he thrust his face against her backside and bowed low before the glistening fertile sex. There upon the bed, he worshiped her with his mouth. The sounds erupting from her voice told him exactly where to provide his attention. When he drew back, he slapped one butt-cheek with an open palm. She cried out. There was a short pause and then he slapped the other cheek.

“Ooohhh … you dick,” she cursed at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, crawling up behind her and thrusting all the way to the hilt. There was a brief pause as her body accepted his girth, but then he began to move.

This was what she had been waiting for. Zachary loved to play in her garden, swelling with pride every time he brought her to orgasm. He always held back until he had gotten at least two out of her, but then he needed to finish as well. It was part of his ritual, and she knew what came next.

Thrust, thrust, thrust … a steady assault rammed into her. A rhythm of lewd slapping sounds filled the night. The temperature rose inside of her once more. Growing in intensity. Excitement building like pressure in her veins.

“Yes … yes … yes!”

She felt another orgasm gathering in her core, but she resisted. She needed to cum with him. She needed to draw all of him into her. She listened to his noises. Primal breathing and grunts of effort. The sounds of him getting closer to his breaking point. She cried out with the sounds she knew he loved. She flowed with the flexing of his body, allowing the delirious frenzy to consume them as his breathing did that stuttering thing right before he came.

When he roared, she allowed herself to spill over the edge. Fire in her blood … the scalding essence of his seed. Everything in their world grew tight then released as life filled her body. The intensity of the act burned to completion as she felt his weight collapse onto her back.

Everything began to settle. The fire in her veins smoldered like the embers of a firepit. Great and powerful nostrils flared in the dark. The bellows of great lungs filled with excitement … drawing in her scent.

There upon the bed, he worshiped her with his body.

There upon the bed, he worshiped her with his seed.

Within her, he poured his life.

Within her, he merged his soul with hers.

Within her, he planted the precious future of their race.

“I love you,” he whispered, tightening his body around her in a hug. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t imagine life without you.”

“I love you too, Fuzzy Lion,” Rachel said back as she caught her breath. “I think we forged a soul tonight.”

“God, I hope so,” he said with humor in his voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever top this one.”

“I don’t know about that,” Rachel said with a dramatic pause. “I think I’d like to try again tomorrow night.”

“Ooohhh … you trying to kill me?” he lamented dramatically.

“Better stretch, darling,” Rachel said with a smile. “The night is young.”