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Before she could collapse, he guided her in a different direction, kissing her palms before resting them on the grass and easing her onto her knees. Jesse's hand spread between her shoulder blades, massaging the muscles in little circles that had her groaning in a different pleasure as the length of him lifted to slide below her lips. He eased his arousal back and forth until she leaked out onto him, and his hand on her back bracing her had her biting her lip.

Jesse leaned forward, his entire chest pressing to her back as he pulled her hair over to one side of her neck and lowered his lips to her ears. "I want your desperation to echo off he trees," Jesse purred, edging himself inside of her, and she took him in with thirst. Her walls wrapped him, squeezing and urging him deeper than had been possible in the other position. When his hips met hers and he'd reached the end of the road, he pulled back just a few inches and thrust back in so hard that the sunlight dimmed as they connected.

Tara did as Jesse craved, crying out into the trees with a mix of pain and pleasure that was mixed perfectly inside of her. Jesse kissed the back of her neck, lifting both hands to cup her breasts, and Tara moaned softly as he rubbed his thumbs against them, hardening them until they were ready. From her shoulder where Jesse dug in his teeth, down to her hips, his powerful body molded hers to the curve he wanted. Tara's arms trembled as he slapped his hips into hers, renewing the ache inside as he twisted her nipples and started a new one without. The abrupt pain had her moaning when he didn't release them, pulling them down enough that she bowed with them.

"Too much?" Jesse asked against her face, kissing the side of her head, but it was hard to answer as gasped for breath from the slow twist of his fingers and he did not release her. "I need an answer, Tara," Jesse said it like the words were absolute, but she knew the truth. If she said nothing, he would continue, and she whined as he released her nipples and moved his hands to cup her breasts. "Very Well."

Jesse rubbed his hand against her behind, and her eyes widened as her breath choked off and then picked up. The stroking back and forth over the soft curve of her was intentional, and she knew what he planned if she didn't object. A soft pat with his full hand against her ass had her jerking and her heart thrumming quicker, as Jesse returned his attention to her pleasure. Jesse slide his full length in and slammed into the ache inside of her to force out another cry of pleasure and pain. Tara could barely get a breath out as he took her with such urgency and force that she was on the cusp of mind numbing ecstasy.

Then Jesse slowed, and a whimper of protest slipped from her lips as he rubbed the soft skin of her buttocks again. Tara wiggled to get him to follow through with more than a tepid pat, but he refused, teasing the skin and finding her breast with his free hand. Jesse squeezed and a surprised moan came from her as he held her just firmly enough that it ached but not tight enough to hurt. That hand patted her behind again, and she bit her lip.

"Please, Jesse," Tara begged with a whine of anticipation as his hand stopped moving.

"Say my name again," he said, his voice even and near cold, commanding.

"Jesse. Jesse. Jesse, please do it."

"Do what?" The slap on her ass had her jumping, and she bit her lip as the sting settled and her insides clenched his shaft. "Oh, that is nice." Jesse teased her, tapping a different spot on her behind as he moved inside of her, she gasped for air as he thrust all the way in before slapping the side of her ass. The tremor took her body, she squeezed where she wrapped him, and Jesse let out a guttural sound of pleasure. "More," Jesse demanded, grabbing her nipple and wringing it like a towel. Pleasure exploded inside of her as he moved his arousal with the action, and Tara's entire body trembled on the verge of her climax.

This one was going to take out her knees, and she got the feeling Jesse was winding up for his finale as he dug his fingers into her hips. Jesse used them to move her onto him with force, and she couldn't get enough of fingers buried deep into her skin and muscle as he guided her. As they moved as one, him pounding inside of her to nurse her ache until it started to blossom into the beginning of the end, she wriggled. Fighting his hold had him gripping harder, and she cried out his name in ecstasy as he had to struggle to keep her in place.

A grunt of pleasure escaped her lips of as he let go of one of her hips to place a hand square between he shoulder blades and brace her for the end. Jesse forced her down with a hand, near planting her face in the grass as he angled her hips by dragging her onto him, and he found just the right spot to make her scream. It started as a slow wail as he returned to the point of her pleasure, again and again, heightening it to a crescendo that scared a few bird from their trees in the area.

Jesse panted, growling as he resisted he culmination of his pleasure until her body rocked with tremors and her sweet spot finally burst under his thrust. Everything inside Tara clenched, a plea for him to fill her spilling from her lips, but it ascended into one last moan of pleasure. It near rubbed her throat raw as ecstasy washed down, seizing between her legs so violently that she squeezed another growl out of Jesse. He gripped her thigh so hard that she knew it was bruising as he released within her, and pain rolled with ecstasy as he hammered the last shallow thrusts harder than the rest, cementing her hips to his as he flooded the gates inside of her.

Tara barely noticed Jesse let go of her back as she gasped for breath with her face on the ground, digging her hands into the grass as the magic fought with her for release. This deep and tight, it bounced back and forth from her walls to inside of Jesse, forcing Tara's pleasure on her again and again until tears slipped from her eyes, and she couldn't take any more.

But she didn't want any less either.

Jesse eased back just so much that the magic chose the path of least resistance, him, and he quaked as hard as her as the magic pushed back and locked Jesse in place as it multiplied his ecstasy until he had to let her go and thrust his hands into his own thighs to keep from hurting her. Tara couldn't help but watch as her pleasure died down, her head turned just so much to see Jesse toss his head back and let out a guttural growl of pleasure as it took him over.

Every muscle strained in the light, veins rising to the surface with the power of his release, and even after it let him go, he panted for more of her scent. Jesse dropped glazed eyes to her, dark and churning like the ocean, before he looked to where they were still connected and then processed that her face was on the ground. His eyes wandered over her hips, and he grimaced as he pulled back from her. The wet slap of his defeated erection had Tara chuckling as Jesse used a hand on her stomach to ease her onto her side on the ground.

"Sorry, I may have let go a little there," Jesse said with a slow exhale as he flopped right on his side next to her. "That would have fucked any hallucination out of existence, so I guess you are real."

"Shut up, Jesse," Tara spat with a smile, slapping his hand that was curled in front of him on the ground. The way he was just a pile of sexy man meat showed how exhausted he was. It had still only been a day and a half since he'd escaped from torture, and he hadn't drank from her in all of this. Considering what he'd taken the day before and the strain of fighting with ghosts in her body, Jesse had likely abstained for her wellbeing.

"I didn't know pain could feel like that," Tara said with a growing blush as she calmed from her lust filled state that would have given herself to Jesse for anything. "Even after, the ache feels so good. Man, my insides are likely not going to do sex for a few days."

"Pain is only fun if you enjoy it. I am not at all sadistic, but pain and pleasure are such parallel sensations that they are easily mixed to heighten one another. That being said, the rest of me isn't doing anything for a few days. I need rest and recuperation, but I left it when I thought there was nothing left in this world for me. I'm sorry that I'm not stronger. I have many unappealing failings I fear."

"Maybe just don't try to kill real or fake me, okay?" Tara said with a frown, and Jesse flinched his gaze to the grass.

"Never. There are no words sufficient to express my regret and shame with that action."

"Good." Tara placed a finger to his lips, and thankfully he didn't lick it this time. "Come spoon me so we can sleep naked outside like completely off our rocker hobos." Jesse tilted his head in clear confusion, and she had to remember that he was not from society. "It means snuggle me with my back to your chest and our legs sorta curled together."

"Oh, sorry. I will learn if you still desire me around," Jesse said the words so timidly despite having just been all over her.

"Jesse, why would I not want you now?" Tara asked as he moved to her back in a flicker of movement, pressing her smaller body into the curve of his. "I love you too, you know. Perhaps not on the whole "mate" thing yet, but we have plenty of time to do some real human dates and learn more about each other and ourselves."

"I would like that, Tara, very much. I just meant that you are going to hate me when we wake up and try to move." Right, the bruises. "Just as much as I will hate myself if I wake and you're not really here. If this was some sick delusion to keep me from ending my pathetic life."

"Your life is not pathetic, Jesse," Tara argued, but he just groaned against her back as he slumped under the shade of the eastern trees.

"Without you, it most certainly is," Jesse breathed against her neck, and the world wavered before her eyes. The exhaustion was catching up to her from the fights, and if she woke with spiders on her, she was so cutting of this pathetic man's grapes.

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