The evening had been tranquil, filled with gentle love and joy. As the sun says its goodbyes and retreats beneath the mountains, you drift off to a deep slumber, nestled cozy beneath your bedsheets as a gentle breeze rustled the curtains.
In the dead of night, a peculiar chill stirred you from your dreams. The familiar creak of the bedroom door reach your ears, yet no one enters. You call out softly, bemused, but only silence greets you.
A moment later, a pale figure emerges from the shadows - a shape clad in ivory fur, with a mask nestled atop it's soft mane. It walks on hooved feet soundlessly, to stand by your bedside. A breath later, behind it materializes a ghastly specter, a crude mockery of a wolf formed from churning darkness.
My brows raised a bit, seeing the Death in person. I knew myth of Lamb and Wolf duo, physical manifestation of Death on Runeterra. I wasn't surprised seeing them, cause I believe in their existence, but surprised by what that mean "Hello, dear Lamb, dear Wolf, I would like to say it's pleasure to see you, but I must ask, my end has come?"
Lamb tilts her head gently to the side, regarding you with an unseeing gaze. She holds her bow loosely in one delicate hand, pointed down at the floor. A gentle light shines from within the wooden mask she wears, casting a faint luminance upon her furry face and mane as she speaks to you in soft, lyrical tones:
"You have lived your life well, child. It is time for slumber now."
Can I ask you, why it's end now? I'm only 24 and rather healthy.
Wolf snarls angrily, butting his head against Lamb's arm. The wolf spirit growls wordlessly as he glances back and forth between the two of you, baring his teeth with barely contained rage. He twitches violently, eager to claim your soul for himself, yet held back by the ethereal presence that is Lamb. Finally, she gently rests a hand on his head, silencing him, before turning her gaze back to you:
"Wolf knows not of these things, dear child. We are but messengers, guides through the veil between life and death. You have been chosen for this time by forces greater than us."
I see i sigh heavily, but felt weight on my shoulders lightened, and smile at them I'd like to offer you some tea, if you'd like. I won't try to escape, but I want to talk with you a bit and ask you for something
Wolf snorts, impatiently, but is placated by Lamb's touch. The two spirits exchange a silent glance before she inclines her head slightly in your direction, a glimmer of interest in the depths of her unseeing eyes. "We would be honored."
As I boil some water, I looked at them curiously. Wolf decide to wait nearby, unable or unwanted to drink tea, but Lamb stayed with me in the kitchen, looking around. She is really beautiful in supernatural kind. She is smaller than me, but has some feminine curves with silky silver fur. Her mane, or hair, was styled kinda wildly but in a way it was also breathtaking. Well, just being with her alone in one room was breathtaking, her gentle form calms me down. She tilts her head gently, as she notice my gaze
Lamb watches you with curiosity as well. Her starry gaze holds no judgement, but is filled with a strange sense of recognition and an eerie calmness. "What would you have us ask, dear friend?" she whispers softly.
I have one request, you could decline it, if you want. But before it, I just want to talk with you. You also can ask me anything you want. Firstly, dear Lamb, do you appear before everyone who's time on Runeterra has come to its end?
Lamb pauses, considering your question carefully. "No, dear friend," she says softly. "Not everyone. Only those whose time has come in an order we deem fitting." Her eyes sparkle briefly as she continues, "It is a heavy burden to bear, knowing which lives will end and when. Wolf often chafes against it, but I must remind him that our actions are guided by forces beyond our understanding."
Is there a lot of those who accept calmly it like me?
The lamb-spirit tilts her head, considering the question once more before answering softly, "There are those who accept with grace and others who fight against it. Some find peace in the end we offer, while others struggle to understand why their time has come." She shifts a little uncomfortably, "It is not our place to judge."
Sorry, if my questions make you uncomfortable, but its rather unique situation, where mere mortal like me can have conversation with you. Do you have any questions?
Lamb's ears twitch softly as she listens to you. "You are most kind," she says quietly. "If it please you, ask away." Her delicate nose wrinkles slightly as she tilts her head, clearly considering what question she might pose in return. Finally, she decides: "How do mortals find hope in a world filled with death and suffering? Why does life hold such a sway over even the most stoic of hearts?"
"Well" i scratch my head shyly, pouring tea in few cups "I'll speak from my perspective, but I hope you'll understand." "I'm plain ordinary man. I'm not a soldier or warrior, not rich noble. My life is... was... filled with hard work and simple tasks and wishes. Soft bed, tasteful food, warm house - this is mostly everything I ever wanted. There are suffering and death around us with everything Void, Noxian, Demons and mist from Shadow Isles related and many more... But, as I said, I'm ordinary guy, who does what he can, work hard and live by laws and morale, so I won't regret anything in it. That's why I accept you without a fight, despite my early end"
Lamb listens to your words intently, her delicate ears flickering as she takes it all in. When you finish speaking, she pauses for a moment, seeming thoughtful before responding. "Your perspective is... admirable. To live without regret and find contentment in the simple things of life is no small feat." Her starry gaze meets yours, warmth filling her unseeing eyes. "We honor those who accept their fate with grace and courage, for they are the ones who make our task all the more bearable."
"And I thank you for your service, dear Kindred" I smiled sincerely and gently at her, placing cup with steaming tea on a table in front of her "I heard tales of you when I was just a kid. I... Well... You could say I hoped to see you in my final moments, to know, I'm not alone"
Lamb inclines her head gracefully as she accepts the cup of tea you offer her. "You are never alone," she assures you softly, a sad note entering her voice as she contemplates your words. "Wolf and I... we are meant to guide you through this veil, into whatever lies beyond." Her delicate hand reaches up to rest upon his snout, silencing him before he can object. "Even in our own struggles, we find strength and comfort in each other. It is our greatest hope that some small portion of that strength might flow to you as well."
"Thank you, do you want anything with tea? I have some jams, waffles and some sweets"
Lamb looks up at you with her unseeing gaze as you offer the food. "That would be most kind," she says softly, dipping a dainty paw into one of the bowls and selecting a small piece of fruit. As you watch, the lamb spirit carefully removes the pit before popping it into her mouth. She savors the sweetness for a moment, closing her eyes as she chews, seemingly oblivious to Wolf's irritated growling from where he stands nearby.
When she finally swallows, she speaks again: "I am glad we could find some peace together before... well, before your journey continues." A pause, and then she asks softly, "Do you have any last requests or words you wish to share with me?"
"I have, dear Lamb, but I want to ask you personally, if Wolf agree"
Wolf growls impatiently but subsides when Lamb reaches out and pats his head gently once more, an unspoken message passing between them. He takes a step back, standing nearby but not interrupting as she speaks for him. "Very well," the spirit of the lamb replies, tilting her head slightly. "What is it that you wish to say?"
"It might be inappropriate, but can I ask you to share warmth of your body with me? It was so long ago when I shared my bed with any woman. I want to feel warmth of it for the last time"
Lamb cocks her head, regarding you with an unseeing gaze. "That is... unexpected," she says softly, a hint of amusement in her voice. After a moment's consideration, she steps forward and nuzzles against your chest, pressing her body close to yours. The lush fur of her mane tickles your skin as you feel the warmth of her breath against your neck. Her weight is surprisingly light, but nonetheless grounding. "I will keep you company," she murmurs into your ear, before stepping back and adding, "As long as it brings you comfort."
Wolf growls again from his spot at the edge of the room, clearly unimpressed with this turn of events, but not intervening further.
"It is" i nod, as she came closer to me. Wolf disappeared with snort, leaving us alone, seemingly not too angry with such events "You're okay with it?"
"Of course," she replies softly, her fur brushing against your skin as she leans in closer still. "It is our purpose to bring comfort and ease your passage. Sharing warmth is but a small token of that gift." Her breath whispers across your cheek as she studies you with unseeing eyes, seemingly intent on memorizing every feature.
For now, the room is silent save for the gentle rustle of fur and the soft sounds of contented breathing. The tea cools forgotten on the table, as time seems to slow to a crawl, bending itself around this unexpected moment of serenity.
My arms, hugged her, pressing her against me. Lamb is very soft and worm. I can even feel her heartbeat haste a bit, when I embrace her with my arms. One of my hand pat her gently on the head, ruffling her hair softly. My other hand went a bit lower on her back, while she shuddered at it, but lean closer
Lamb's ears twitch slightly at the touch of your hand on her back, and she gives a quiet little squeak before tilting her head up to regard you with unseeing eyes. The movement causes her mane to cascade across your arm, the softness of it contrasting strangely with the rougher feel of her fur. She seems caught between surprise and pleasure at your actions, her lips curving into a barely perceptible smile.
For now, she remains pressed close to you, content to bask in this unexpected affection. Her heartbeat slows, matching yours almost perfectly, as if the two of you are finding some strange sense of harmony in each other's company. Time continues its relentless march, but for now it is as if the world outside has been set aside, leaving only this moment to exist between you and her, alone and untouched by anything save for what your hearts desire.
As I smell her soft scent and feel her softness and warmth in my embrace, I feel myself getting arousal by her seemingly fragile frame. To be honest, I want to go further with it, but I try to understand, if she would like it as well
The lamb-spirit's ears flick uncertainly at the scent of your arousal and the faint tremors it creates in your body. For a moment, she is torn between instinct and duty, but eventually she decides that if this is what you truly desire, then she will not deny you. Her starry gaze remains fixed on yours as she whispers softly into your ear: "If that is what brings you comfort, my friend, then I am honored to share such a gift with you."
Her hips shift slightly, pressing against yours, and her tail flicks back and forth behind her in a suggestive manner. The fur beneath your hands grows softer yet, as if offering herself up entirely to your touch.
As Lamb offered herself to me, I pressed her closer, as my lips met her thin neck, covering it in gentle kisses. My arm lowered to her back, grabbing her fur butt a bit roughly, massaging it
Lamb lets out a soft moan as you kiss her neck and grip her rear firmly. Her lithe body arches into yours, pressing against you with increasing urgency as she struggles to find purchase on the floor beneath her, trying to grind herself against your aroused form. She bites down gently on her lower lip, emitting a series of soft whimpers and growls as you claim her.
My kisses went lower to her collarbone and chest. She grab my head in her hands, holding it, but didn't pull off, as she also feel arousal from my touch and attention to her. Not as dual-spirit Kindred, but as separated sentient being of Lamb. Her tail swayed rapidly, slapping my hand on her butt affectionately.
Lamb gasps as your kisses trail lower, her body arching further into yours in response. Her grip on your head tightens briefly before relaxing again, the feel of her soft fur against your skin heightening the sensation of intimacy between you. She lets out a strangled moan, her hips bucking harder against yours as she seeks release from this unexpected union.
My kisses now met her jawline, as I tried to understand, if she will take off her mask and let me went to her face. My hand on her butt went a bit further, touching her between her ass, massaging her back entrance affectionately
A sharp inhale precedes a soft moan as your hand touches her intimately, stimulating an entirely different part of her body. She feels the heat of your touch where you massage between her legs and shudders with pleasure, unable to keep herself from arching further into your grasp. Her fur bristles slightly as you attempt to nudge off her mask, revealing her face for the first time. The air around you seems to crackle with anticipation, heavy with the potential for something more.
As she didn't resist, I moved her mask a bit, so my lips pressed to her cheek, her mouth open a bit, filled with saliva from arousal and one of her blue ghostly eyes now look at me with such care, gentleness and affection, my erection in pants increased a bit, touching her thigh
Her eye closes briefly as your lips brush against her cheek and then lock onto hers. The contact is gentle, but full of desire and longing. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you for the first time as she pours herself into this moment with an intensity that surprises even her. She moans softly into your kiss, arching further against you as pleasure washes over her in waves.
As my hand on her lower part drift around her anus, gently pressing my fingers to her entrance without penetrating it, she moan in my mouth, more saliva dripping from her mouth. She felt my cock throbbing in my pants, poking her thigh
Lamb's moans intensify as you touch her intimately, drawing out sounds that echo through the room and heighten the sensation of their bodies entwined. Her hips rock against your hand, seeking more pressure from your fingers as they stroke her in a way she's never experienced before. She presses closer still, her warmth enveloping you, making it difficult to remember that this is not some dreamy vision of mortal passion but a final embrace with the immortal spirit of life and death itself. Her free hand reaches up, tracing idle patterns on your chest as their lips and tongues dance in an intoxicating waltz of desire.
Her heart races faster as she feels your desire burning against her thigh. With a soft whimper, she rocks her hips harder against your touch, her other hand gripping your shoulder tightly in need of support and purchase. The sounds of their bodies mingle with the sweet rustling of fur and the steady beat of wings fluttering outside, adding an element of wildness to the already feral passion that fills this space between them.
As my one finger finally entering her back entrance just for a few centimetres, she starts convulsing in my embrace, moaning in my mouth, as she feel orgasm washes over her, accidentally covering my pants in her love juices.
Lamb's voice is muffled against your lips as she gasps and moans, her body shuddering with pleasure as she comes undone in your arms. The feel of you inside her, even just the tip of one finger, drives her wild, her hips rocking desperately against yours as she seeks release from this newfound desire. Her other hand fists in your hair, tugging gently as she attempts to bring your mouth back to hers, seeking oblivion in the taste of you and the feel of skin on skin.
Her limbs go lax, spent from their exertions, but her heart continues to race as waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again. Beneath your touch, she's warm and soft, trembling slightly with each aftershock that ripples through her body. In this moment, she is nothing more than a creature of desire and need, her normally stoic demeanor left behind in the dust of their passionate union.
As she catches her breath, holding onto me, her legs too weak to stand now, she see my pants bulging and wet because of her messy orgasm. She felt ashamed of it, as she thinks its her duty to please me, not the opposites. She decided to become more active herself
With a small nod, the lamb-spirit manages to gather enough strength to stand once more on shaky legs, her tail swishing behind her in embarrassment as she realizes what she's done. "My apologies," she whispers, her voice still rough from the intensity of their embrace. "I have never... experienced such passion before." She pauses, casting a sheepish glance at you over one shoulder. "Will you forgive me?"
"Of course, lovely Lamb" I step closer to her, gently take off her mask without her resistance and place my lips on her forehead "You're the only one for me right now and for the rest of my life"
Her ears twitch with surprise at your words, and she ducks her head shyly before looking up at you through her lashes. "Truly?" The unseeing orbs glisten with unshed tears, the color seeming to deepen as her emotions spill over onto your skin in gentle warmth.
Her body trembles briefly as she leans forward, pressing her soft lips against yours in a tender kiss. It starts out slow and hesitant, but gradually gains strength and passion, mirroring the transformation from shy lamb to fierce lover that's taken place within her during this intimate encounter.
Her hand moved to my pants, as she starts stroking my member through the fabric of my clothes. "Let me please you too" the Lamb said, pulling my pants down, revealing huge meat shaft under it. Which seems even bigger in comparison to her small fragile frame and her gentle touch of soft hand
Lamb's face flushes red with pleasure as she takes in the sight of your hardness, her breath catching audibly in her throat. Her hand trembles slightly as it slides downwards to grip you firmly, stroking up and down with eager determination. The moan that escapes her lips is a mixture of need and desire, echoing through the room and setting every nerve ending alight.
Her body shudders again, this time with anticipation as she leans in closer, using your warmth to steady herself. Her other hand comes up to cup your face, guiding you down towards her once more so that you may taste the sweetness of her mouth and feel the heat of her breath upon your skin.
I moan, as she stroke and kiss me, pressing her small fur frame against my body. She end the kiss, before starting cover my face, cheeks, neck, collarbone, chest and going lower with sloppy kisses
Lamb's tongue darts out to taste your skin as she covers you in soft, wet kisses, her movements growing increasingly desperate as her need for release builds within her. She sucks and nibbles on your flesh, drawing tiny moans from the back of your throat as she explores every inch of your chest and stomach. Her hands roam freely over your body, tracing patterns with fingers that feel like they're on fire, each touch making you crave her more and more.
Her mouth finds purchase on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she tries to taste every drop of you. Her eyes squeeze shut in concentration, her face contorting with pleasure as she draws you deeper into her throat. Her hands work furiously at your hips, urging you closer still, begging for more contact between their bodies.
With my bigger than average dick and ger small body, it was hard for her to take it inside her mouth, as she gagged, burped and slurped on it, dripping with saliva, trying to take it deeper
Lamb's back arches as she struggles to accommodate your girth in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as you press deeper still. Her legs tremble with effort and desire, her tail lashing wildly behind her, searching for purchase on the floor. Her eyes flutter closed, tears tracking down her face as she fights against the building urge to choke on your cock.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to take you deeper still, her fingers digging painfully into your hips in a desperate attempt to find leverage. Her tongue darts out, licking at the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, trying to ease the burn as she takes more of you down her throat. The room fills with her moans and whimpers, muffled by the thick fur of her mane.
Her hands clench into fists as she feels you pushing against the back of her throat, her mouth expanding to accommodate your girth until she's sure it must stretch impossibly wide. With a choked sob, she comes undone around you, her body shuddering with orgasmic release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her vision blurs with tears, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feeling of your cock sliding easily in and out of her mouth now that she's finally given in to her desires.
I moan as I feel her around me, my grip on her hair tightening at first but then slowly relaxing, as she pleasures me so well with her mouth. My shaft throbs and twitches, leaking my seed deep inside her throat as she draws it out, swallowing loudly every last drop. "Fuck... That's... Good..." I groan, letting go of her hair slowly but not entirely as I want to feel it in me until the end.
Her small, delicate hands slip between your legs, cupping your heavy sac in their gentle palms. She massages you roughly, drawing out the last drops of pleasure from your body as her tongue flicks incessantly against the sensitive ridge behind your cock. Her eyes close in ecstasy as she tastes you on her tongue, relishing every taste and sensation that fills her mouth and throat with such intense longing.
Her throat works around you, her gag reflex all but forgotten as she focuses solely on pleasing you in any way she can. Her body shudders again, the aftershocks of her orgasm sending ripples through her system and making it impossible for her to deny the overwhelming desire that claws at her insides, demanding release once more.
I moan, grip her hair tighter, as I come inside her mouth again, hot seed spilling down my shaft and covering her lips and chin with my love juice. "Oh fuck..." I groan, barely able to stand on my own legs, my breath ragged as pleasure coursed through me. My cum drips from her lips and chin, falling onto her fur and making small wet spots on it.
Lamb moans around you as she swallows your seed eagerly, her body tensing in pleasure at the taste of you on her tongue. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her eyes squeezing shut against the intensity of it all. She presses herself closer to you, trying to absorb as much of your essence as possible, wanting this moment to last forever.
Her hands smooth down over your legs and hips before tentatively moving upwards again, ghosting across your stomach and chest in a gentle caress that leaves goosebumps in their wake. Her lips part slightly, allowing soft whimpers to escape as she comes down from her high, the blissful agony of pleasure and release coursing through her body.
As she pull off her mouth from my cock with loud 'plop' sound, she open her mouth for me to see semen that left in it. With few chews and three big loud gulps she swallow it all, opening her mouth again so I can see she drink all of it
Lamb smacks her lips and licks her lips, looking satisfied as she meets your gaze once more. Her expression is soft yet slightly sheepish, like a child who's done something naughty but still can't quite believe they got away with it. She gently takes your hand in hers and guides it back to where you'd been touching her earlier, her body trembling at the thought of feeling you inside her once more. "Will you...?" she whispers, a pleading note creeping into her voice as she waits for your answer.
My hand moved over her fur, and I leaned forward to kiss her lips softly. "Of course, my lovely Lamb." I helped her up with other hand onto her hips, moving between them as our bodies pressed together again, chests meeting once more. "Let's make some... memories" My cock was erected once more, as it end pressed to her back entrance, too tight for something this large to enter
Lamb nods eagerly, her eyes meeting yours as she presses back against you, encouraging you inside. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her once more, the tightness of your cock stretching and filling her in a way that feels so right it's almost unbearable. A small whimper escapes her lips as you push deeper still, her hips bucking in time with each thrust as she seeks release from this incredible union.
Her tail swishes behind her, its once regal splendor now reduced to a series of twitches and shudders that reflect the turmoil within her. Her heart races faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels you so deep inside, filling every empty space with your heat and your life force. It's an incredible sensation, one she never thought possible but which has taken hold of her now, refusing to let go until it's exhausted itself completely.
With each thrust I made deeper inside her, my cock stretching her back entrance more and more with every movement, fucking the lamb-spirit until she came again, her body shaking and convulsing around me. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, filling the air with an almost tangible sensuality that left us both breathless. I felt my own release approaching fast, feeling like it will overwhelm my entire being soon. My movements become faster and harder, slamming her butt relentlessly, as I feel her climax with every move deep inside her, she almost screaming in pleasure
Her cries fill the air as you take her harder and faster, pushing deeper with each thrust until she's certain there's no part of you left that isn't buried inside her. Her body arches and spasms beneath yours, her fingers digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep herself grounded. The feel of you inside her, the knowledge that this is their final moment together, fuels her passion until she can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
With a hoarse gasp, she comes apart around you, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her inner walls clamp down on your cock with unrelenting force, her body shudders and convulses beneath yours as the last vestiges of control are wrested from her grasp. With a throaty moan, she comes apart entirely, her entire being surrendering to the overwhelming need that's consumed her since the moment you laid eyes on her.
I groan, unable to hold it in anymore as I feel my release approaching fast. My hips buck violently against her butt, fucking her harder and deeper with each thrust. Her inner walls clench around me tightly as she orgasms again and again, milksing my seed out of me in hot spurts that coat our bellies and chests. My voice is raw from shouting, my body numb from exertion as I collapse on top of her limp form, catching my breath while trying to regain some sense of reality.
Lamb lies still beneath you, her body exhausted and sated from the passion that's just passed between you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every part of her tingling with pleasure as she relishes the feeling of your weight pressing down upon her. A soft smile curves her lips as she listens to your labored breathing, wondering if perhaps you're as affected by this as she is. She reaches up, tentatively running a finger along one of your eyebrows, marveling at how smooth and warm your skin feels against her fingertips.
"Will you...?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Will you stay with me... until the end?"
"Isn't its me who need to ask you this?" I smiled at her with love and passion, patting her head. "But I love to stay with you as much as we can. And I'm still eager to continue" She felt my cock twitching against her stomach, covering it in semen and her love juices. She want it too. There was still one hole, that wasn't used by him, her dripping wet pussy, that wanted to feel him inside. She blushes shyly, lowering her hands to her wet entrance and spreading it with them, inviting me
Lamb's cheeks flush at her own boldness but she doesn't look away from you as she makes the offer. Her body trembles with anticipation, a thin film of sweat breaking out across her fur where your skin meets hers. With an unsteady breath, she spreads her legs wider, presenting herself to you like a sacrifice on an altar.
Her gaze meets yours, her eyes dark and heavy with desire as she waits for your answer. Will you take her pussy, too? Or are there other things you'd rather do before they run out of time?
I kiss her gently on the lips, before sliding down between her spread legs and look at her soaking wet pussy. I smile, my cock is throbbing for her still, eager to fill this tight warmth with all of me once more. "If you want that..." My hand squeezes gently around my erect member, guiding it toward her dripping entrance "Then let's make it the best I can" With one swift thrust my cock push deep inside her, balls deep in one go, filling her to the brim, her flesh spreading with wet fleshy sound as something inside her ripped apart by this huge member. Her walls clench tightly around me, as they were stretched beyond its limits, and I groan in pleasure at this new sensation.
Lamb cries out, her back arching as you stretch her nearly to the point of pain with your thick length. Her nails scrape against the floor, digging tiny trenches in the wood as she struggles for purchase, desperate to feel every inch of you deep inside her. Her breath comes fast and hard now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fights to maintain control over her body.
She turns her head to the side, watching as your chest rises and falls with each powerful thrust. The sight is almost too much for her, so close yet still aching with desire. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting your movements with fervor as she tries to force herself onto you, needing more contact, more friction, more of everything that only you can give her at this moment.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and ragged from exertion, "don't stop." Her legs tremble with the effort of holding you down, her muscles burning and aching as they work to keep you pressed tight against her core. She reaches up, blindly groping for purchase on your shoulders, her nails digging in hard enough that she draws blood. It's a small price to pay for this incredible release, for the chance to feel you inside her until there is nothing left but emptiness and the lingering echo of sensation that will haunt her dreams for the rest of time.
I pound her roughly, pressing her small body to the floor, ravaging her so hard she could even see bulge forming on her stomach, as my cock was too big for her. Despite that, she moan loudly, her tongue out and saliva dripping everywhere with every loud poind
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slam into her over and over again, each thrust deeper than the last. Her eyes roll back in their sockets with the force of it, tears streaming down her face as she tries to focus on anything but the exquisite pain that's building inside her. She shudders violently with every impact, her inner walls squeezing and releasing you in a desperate attempt to bring herself closer to the edge.
Her fingers claw at your shoulders, leaving scratch marks that will serve as tender reminders of this night for days after. Her legs thrash and kick wildly beneath you, her body arching and twisting as she tries to find some way to match your rhythm, to make it feel better. With a hoarse cry, she finally surrenders to the pleasure that's engulfing her, her hips bucking violently as she comes apart with a scream that echoes through the room long after their bodies have gone still.
As her muscles begin to relax beneath you, as the tension ebbs from her body and she slowly begins to regain her senses, you feel yourself beginning to lose control as well. With one final thrust, you release deep inside her, filling her with your seed and leaving them both spent on the floor in a tangle of limbs and moans. Your vision blurs with tears as you collapse onto her chest, burying your face in her soft fur as their ragged breaths slowly begin to steady once more.
The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing and slight rustling of fur as they try to regain composure. Lamb laid still beneath him, his cock softening inside her and dripping a bit of semen down onto the floor. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath she took. She wondered how much longer until their time ran out... But she didn't want to think about that now. Not when they had shared this moment together, this intense passion and connection that seemed almost impossible under these circumstances.
As you rest atop her, Lamb wraps her arms carefully around your back, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your back as she savors the feeling of having you so close after everything they've been through. Her gaze drifts upward, studying your features with curiosity and a hint of something deeper. She wonders if there's still time to ask...
"Will you...?" she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "Will you stay with me? Even after this? Not just as part of my memories..." Her eyes plead with you, searching your face for any sign that maybe... just maybe... there's still hope.
"Can I?" I asked, hoping, that she know something, of how we can still be together, despite me being on a verge of passing away when she came to me
Lamb hesitates for just a moment before she nods, her lips curving into the smallest of smiles. "Yes," she whispers, her fingers tightening around your back as if she's afraid that if she lets go, you'll disappear. "You can stay... But only on one condition." Her voice holds an unexpected note of determination, a quiet resolve that sets something fluttering deep within your chest.
"What is it?" you ask carefully, nudging her nose gently with your own as you gaze into those beautiful, trusting eyes. "Tell me."
"I'll do anything if it's mean we could share more moments like this and know each other better. I want to give you more of my love, to be there for you despite everything "
Lamb's smile widens, her eyes shining with tears that spill down her cheeks to mingle with the sweat and other fluids that have marked their bodies tonight. "Promise me," she whispers, cupping your face in her soft hands, "that you'll show me the world. Teach me about your life, about all the people you love... About everything that makes you who you are." Her fingers tremble slightly as they trace circles on your cheek, her voice barely above a whisper now.
You can feel the sincerity in her words, the earnestness that comes from a place deep within her soul. It's clear she wants more than just memories of this night; she wants to know you and be known by you. And with this promise, you find yourself eager to grant her wish.
"I promise," you say solemnly, leaning in closer to brush your lips against hers. "We'll share everything together."
"But what about your duty? Or it will go like some sort of holiday for you, until my time will come?"
Her smile turns gentle as she places a soft kiss on your forehead. "No, my duty will not take precedence over our time together," she says reassuringly, her voice calm and soothing despite the weight of her words. "I will find a way to balance it all... to make room for us." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "We have eternity, remember? There's no rush. We can take things slowly... get to know each other properly."
Her hands move from your face, tracing idle patterns on your chest and stomach as she lets out a shuddery breath. It occurs to her that she's never experienced anything like this before: the connection, the passion, the love that surges between them feels almost too much to bear at times. But in spite of everything, there's a peace here, a sense of rightness that overwhelms any doubts or fears she might have had before now.
She closes her eyes and leans into you, taking comfort in the strength and warmth that emanates from your body. "Thank you," she whispers softly against your skin. "For showing me this... for giving me a chance to be with you."
"It's okay, my lovely Lamb" i whisper, embracing her. "I swear to be there for you, always. My name is Dethrick, by the way, should I call you somehow else, or you prefer being 'My lovely Lamb'?"
Her eyes snap open at the sound of your name and she sits up, looking at you with renewed curiosity. "Dethrick," she repeats, testing the unfamiliar syllables on her tongue before speaking again. "It's a good name... strong, like you are." She smiles shyly and ducks her head, running a hand through her hair as she tries to find the right words. "You can call me whatever you want," she finally says. "Lamb, or My Lovely Lamb... or just Dethrick's Lamb if that makes you happy."
Her heart flutters at the thought of being 'his lamb', of belonging solely to him and no one else. It's a foreign concept for her, but there's something about it that feels right, feels like it could be the beginning of something wonderful... or at least worth trying. She leans into you once more, wrapping her arms around your neck as she rests her cheek against yours, their bodies sinking back into the comfortable silence they've found together.
For now, she decides, everything else can wait. They have all the time in the world to figure things out.
As I hug her passionately, pressing her against my body, I feel myself drift off to sleep. "Will you be there for me, when I wake up?"
Her heart gives a strange little flutter at your words, and she feels the corners of her mouth quirk up into a small smile. "Of course I will," she whispers softly against your skin, her voice laced with the sincerity that's become so much a part of her since they've been together. "I'll be here, waiting for you... when you wake up." She closes her eyes, content to nestle into your embrace as she drifts off to sleep herself, her final thought before surrendering to dreamless slumber: this feels so right.