Eleven

Fenrick

I mimic the things that Moon did to me that I enjoyed. I might not have done this before, but I’m a fast learner. The way she responds tells me everything I need to know. When she moans and arches, or shivers under my touch, I know she likes it. When I bit too hard on her nipple and she hissed, I thought she wasn’t enjoying it, until I pulled away, and she dug her fingers into my hair.

I kiss my way down her neck, sucking and nibbling just like she did to me, and the sounds she makes are like heaven. It feels so fucking good to touch her, and I don’t know how I’ll ever stop.

I was so nervous at first, worried I wouldn’t be enough for her, but she made me feel comfortable and showed me what she liked. What makes her moan.

My lips brush against her nipple softly now, and she gasps, so I pull her nipple between my lips and lick circles around it until she’s moaning loudly.

Her back arches and she grabs my head with both of her hands, pushing her fingers into my hair and tugging gently.

“Oh, fuck, Fenrick,” releasing one breast, I move to the other, switching from licking to sucking and back again. The way her body writhes under me, has my dick getting hard again.

She groans, giving my head a gentle push down. I smile against her skin, flicking my tongue out for one last lick. I sit back, looking down at her gorgeous body. I want to worship at the altar between her thighs like she’s my own personal goddess. She lifts her hips, as I pull her lace underwear off, and I’m mesmerized by the way her thighs shake. Her stunning colorful tattoos are on display, and the Heart Bond marks that lead from her fingertips up her arm, let the world know she’s mine.

“Show me,” I whisper. She sucks in a sharp breath and bites her lip as she looks up at me.

“Give me your hand,” she says, and I do as I’m told. I allow her to guide me, and I watch her closely.

“Right here feels good,” she says, as she dips my fingers low and into her wetness. “But right here feels better.” She brings my hand up just a little higher and presses my finger against a spot that makes her groan when my fingers press against it. I circle my fingers like she did to the tip of my cock, and when her thighs snap closed, I pause.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, worried I hurt her. She’s breathing heavily and bites her lip as she shakes her head. She lets go of my hand, and she brings her knees up, so I have better access to her center.

“It feels good, I’m just sensitive. If you keep doing that, I’ll come.”

“You can only come once?” I wonder. I came once already, but my cock doesn’t seem to care, it's hard again already.

“No. I can come…a lot.” Her cheeks blush, and she looks away, but I grab her chin and turn her until she meets my eyes.

“Let me make you come. A lot,” I add, winking playfully, hoping to settle some of her nerves. “But you have to tell me what feels good because I’ve never done this before. Tell me what you like,” I encourage her, and she nods.

“Push your fingers inside me,” she says, and I move away from the more sensitive part and push one finger inside, like she had me do earlier, and then pull out, adding a second, before pushing them in again.

I find a rhythm, and her hips start to roll up, meeting the pumps of my fingers. I watch as she lowers her fingers, pushing them against the spot she said she liked having touched most. I watch her for a moment, because fuck, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Then I move her hand and use my thumb over the same sensitive spot, and she cries out, back arching when I do.

“Oh fuck, Fenrick.” I fuck her with my fingers, and as she starts to move more erratically, I get closer, steadying her with my thighs under her knees, forcing her legs to open wider.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Moon.” Her purple hair frames her head like a halo, as her mouth falls open in pleasure, and she moans my name.

It’s not long before I can feel her pulsing around my fingers and writhing as she claws at the sleeping bag.

When her orgasm fades, I pull my fingers from between her thighs, and lift them to my lips, sucking them clean. She bites her lip, watching me with a hungry look in her eyes.

“What?” I ask, and she smirks, looking slightly dazed after coming so hard.

“You're hard again,” she points out, and I nod.

“I’ve been hard. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Do you wanna stop?” she asks, and I shake my head.

“Fuck no.”

Moon

The way that Fenrick reacts to my touch is probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced.

I want to stay in this tent with him and never leave.

I want to make him feel good over and over and never do anything else.

Which is kind of a problem, considering I’m in the middle of the Tournament of Blood. I really, really need to focus on that, but for tonight I can focus all my attention on him. The Tournament is a problem for future me.

“Do you wanna stop?”

“Fuck no,” he shakes his head, looking down at me in a way I’ve never seen anyone look at me before. Not even Arlo. Fenrick makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world he sees, and he never wants to close his eyes.

“Here, lie down again.” I nibble my lip, hoping he’ll let me take control. Fenrick doesn’t even hesitate, and as he lies down on his back, he stares up at me with bright eyes that could break hearts. “You’re so handsome,” I say with a smile, and Fen blushes furiously. He tucks his chin, looking down at my body. I get the impression he hasn’t heard that much in his life.

“Thank you,” his voice is low and soft. Shy.

“I mean it. These eyes, which are always shifting from light to dark, pull me right in. I love how floppy your hair is. You’re irresistible. You deserve to know that, how desirable you are.” I lean down, placing a light kiss on his chest. “I love being here with you, and I’m so glad you’re my Heart Bonded.”

“I never imagined I’d be blessed with a Heart Bond, and I’m so fuckin’ lucky it’s you.” The conviction in his voice lights my heart up. “Show me what to do.”

“Touch me, kiss me, whatever makes you feel good. I want you to enjoy this.”

“Oh, I will. If you stopped right now, this probably would be the one moment of my life I would never stop thinking about.”

“Well, I’m not stopping.” I bite my lip, as I straddle his hips, facing him. I grab one hand and place it on my breast. “Touch me, Fenrick.” I lift my hips just a little, positioning his cock, so he’s right up against my core. When I rock my hips forward and then back, Fen groans. One hand grips my breast tighter, and the other moves to my hip.

“Fuck Moon, it feels so good, and I’m not even inside you,” he’s breathless, and I’m panting. I rock my hips, getting his cock wet, because he’s large, and I want him to slide in easier.

“I’m going to push you in, if you want me to stop–” I don’t finish my sentence because Fen cuts me off.

“No, never stop.” Instead of responding, I lower myself down onto his thick hardness and moan in pleasure as he fills me little by little.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” I whisper as I slowly lift my hips up and then drop them back down over and over until he fits comfortably, and I find a rhythm.

I rest my hands on his chest, giving me more leverage. His eyes are glued to where his cock slides into my pussy, and my heart flutters.

“I want to feel you coming inside me. You’re so thick, and it feels so fucking good.”

I circle my hips, and my clit rubs against him, making me moan. My bouncing becomes more erratic, as I chase my own pleasure. Fen’s thumb brushes over my nipple, and I hiss as it sends shocks of pleasure through my system.

“Fuck, this feels insane,” he moans, making me smile. I clench my inner walls tightly around him, making him grunt. I bend forward more, moving so his cock hits inside me with every thrust. When I kiss him this time, it’s hard and dirty. I bite his lip gently, and our tongues clash. He learns quickly. The kiss is amazing.

I can feel his dick getting thicker as his orgasm draws closer. I sit up, and lean back, using one hand to steady myself on his thigh. I roll my hips and bounce hard, my orgasm just out of reach.

When he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing circles at just the right speed, I come hard around him. My orgasm triggers his, as my pussy pulses around his cock.

“Fen!” I moan his name, breathless and deep.

“Oh, fuck, Moon. You feel so good…” I keep rolling my hips until my orgasm fades.

I slowly pull him out of me and lift my leg, so I can climb off of him. He immediately wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down, so I’m resting my head on his chest. I giggle, as he tucks me into him and wraps around me like he’s never letting go. I feel safe. Cared for. Wanted.

“I want to do that again, all the time, every single moment of every single day,” he says breathlessly. I chuckle, as my breathing slowly starts to return to normal.

“Yeah, that was fucking amazing. Best orgasm ever, by far.”

“Does it always feel that good?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Not really. Sometimes, if it’s with the wrong person or someone who’s selfish in bed, it can feel kind of like you're just an inflatable sex doll.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh, for me, it means that the guy just shoves it in and pounds into me over and over until he finds his release without ever even attempting to make me feel good.”

“Is that what I did? Are you unsatisfied?” He sounds immediately worried, and I shake my head to reassure him.

“No, not at all. I know that was your first time. I was trying to make it special for you. I know what I’m doing, and I know how to make myself feel good. You weren’t selfish at all. You let me do what I wanted for both of us, so I could make both of us feel good.”

“So it was good for you?”

“It was so much more than good. That was one hundred percent the best sex of my entire life,” I admit, not lying at all. One of the few moments that even remotely compares would be the time that I dry-humped Tristan against a tree just a few days ago, but seeing as he didn't even take my clothes off, this was so much better. Of course, I’m not going to tell Fenrick that. Or Tristan.

“I know you have other Heart Bonds, but I hope that you-”

I cut off whatever he was about to say since I can kind of guess where he was going with that.

“Fen, don’t. I know I have other Heart Bonds, but no matter what, I will always find time for you. I will always find time for all of you, and sometimes that might mean that I have to find time for a few of you at the same time…” as soon as I say the words, I blush. I did not mean for that to slip out. I look up at him, hoping he missed what those words meant. His eyes go wide before he blinks at me a few times.

“You mean...like you, me, and one of the others?” I cringe a bit at his question, but the images in my mind would make that sex doll I was talking about blush.

“Or a couple of the others?” I mumble, not wanting to hide from this conversation, but also feeling super shy.

He thinks about this for a moment and then nods, “Yeah, but you know, they'll have to stay away from me.”

I nod and then shrug, “There are things that we could do to prevent you from touching them and make it so I’m the only one touching you. Unless you don’t want to. That’s okay too.” I drop my hand, so I can trail circles over his skin, and he shivers under my touch.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that. The feeling of someone…caressing me,” he whispers, and I smile sadly.

“It’s my personal mission to make sure one day the feeling of my touch is so normal to you, that when I’m not touching you, that's what will feel strange.” I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his earthy scent. He smells so good, I want to bottle him up and rub him all over my body, so I can smell like this all the time.

Well, that leads me to a very bizarre mental image. Just a small bar of Fenrick getting rubbed all over my skin…not sexy.

“Okay Moon,” there's a smile on his lips, as his eyes fall closed, and I bite my lip to hold in my squeal. He’s so fucking cute.