Chapter 165: Unleash

The rain had softened to a fine mist, veiling the Wessex valley in silver haze, the grass beneath them slick and yielding like a lover’s skin.

Aiden lay on his back amid the wild tangle—torn clothes a forgotten armor, chest heaving from the storm’s fury and the weight of her descent.

Catherine hovered above him, her pale, luscious body a revelation in the moonlight: curves forged in divine fire now bared to mortal air, golden hair cascading like a veil over her shoulders, her blue eyes—still rimmed with fading celestial glow—locked on his with a hunger that transcended the heavens.

She straddled his hips, knees sinking into the damp earth on either side of him, her naked form pressing down with deliberate slowness.

The heat of her core brushed his abdomen, slick and insistent, but it was the press of his arousal—hard, unyielding, straining against the confines of his breeches—that drew a soft, knowing gasp from her lips.

She shifted, grinding subtly, feeling the rigid length of him nudge against her bottom, a insistent promise trapped beneath fabric.

"You’re not just dangerous, Aiden," she whispered, voice a husky thread laced with awe and ache, her fingers trailing down his chest—nails scraping lightly over scars that told stories of battles she’d only glimpsed.

"So is this... your dick... it’s a weapon all its own, throbbing like it owns me already... , I need it ...I need it

now

." Her hand dipped lower, bold and trembling, unlacing his breeches with efficient grace.

She freed him then—his cock springing thick and throbbing into the cool night air, veined and flushed, the tip glistening with pre-cum that caught the mist like dew.

She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slow and firm, releasing him fully into her grasp, her thumb circling the head in teasing swirls that made his breath hitch.

"You know...I’ve craved it... even in the skies... even when the thunder drowned my thoughts... fuck, Aiden, it’s so

Hard

for me... stroke it like this? Feel how wet I am just from touching you?"

Aiden’s golden eyes darkened, one hand rising to cup her breast—pale and full, nipple hardening under his palm as he rolled it gently, drawing a soft moan from her:

"Mmm... yes... pinch it harder, make me ache for you..." He surged up slightly, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started tender—lips brushing like rain-kissed petals, tongues exploring with languid swirls, tasting of salt and storm.

It was romantic, reverent: his free hand tracing the curve of her spine, mapping the dip of her waist, pulling her closer until her breasts flattened against his chest, her heartbeat a wild drum syncing with his.

She rocked against him slowly, her hand guiding his length along her folds—not entering yet, just sliding through her wetness, coating him in her arousal as she whimpered into his mouth

"Aiden. ... your cock feels so

huge

sliding against me... I want it stretching me, owning every inch like before... please, touch me deeper, make me beg for it..."

He obliged, fingers delving between her thighs, parting her with gentle strokes—circling her clit in feather-light patterns that made her arch, golden hair spilling back as her head fell, a long, breathy moan escaping

"Ooooohhhh... right there... fuck, your fingers... they’re teasing me apart... slide them inside, Aiden, feel how soaked I am for you... I need you

filling

me..." The grass cradled them, cool blades tickling her skin, the mist beading on her curves like jewels as he built her pleasure with deliberate care—two fingers slipping inside her, curling to stroke that sensitive spot while his thumb pressed her clit in rhythmic circles.

She rode his hand languidly at first, hips undulating in a slow dance, her free hand clutching his shoulder, nails dimpling his skin. Their kisses deepened, sloppy now with shared breaths, her tongue tracing his lower lip as lust coiled tighter, romantic whispers turning to needy pleas.

"I thought I could wait, wait until we reach back home...but, but no, Please... I can’t wait anymore... your fingers aren’t enough... I need your thick cock

buried

in me, pounding until I scream your name... fuck me like you own me, Aiden...

please

..."

The escalation came like the storm’s return—gradual, then unrelenting. Aiden’s grip tightened on her hip, flipping their positions with a fluid surge, pinning her beneath him on the grassy field.

The earth yielded under her back, blades whispering against her bare skin as he settled between her thighs, his cock nudging her entrance.

He thrust in slow at first—inch by inch, savoring the stretch, her walls clenching around him like velvet fire.

"My Catherine..." he groaned, voice rough with restraint, burying his face in the crook of her neck, lips trailing hot kisses along her collarbone as he began to move—deep, measured rolls that made her gasp, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back.

"You feel... So warm... so tight... so wet for me..., your pussy’s gripping me like it never wants to let go...did you miss me that fucking much..."

It was steamy, intimate: the mist cloaking them in a private world, rain-kissed skin sliding slick against slick, her moans rising in harmony with his murmurs—

"Fuck, Catherine... you’re dripping all over me... tell me how bad you want it... beg for my cock deeper..." She arched into each thrust, hands roaming his back, nails leaving faint red trails as pleasure built in languid waves, her first climax cresting soft and shuddering.

"Aiiiiddddeeeennnn... yessssss... I’m... ooooohhhh... cuuuummmiiiinggg... your dick’s hitting so deep... don’t stop, make it last... FILL me with it!" Her body trembled beneath him, walls pulsing around his length, drawing him deeper as he kissed her through it—tender nips at her earlobe, whispers of adoration

"Beautiful... let go... I’ve got you... come harder for me, soak my cock like the desperate slut of a goddess you are..."

But the romance frayed into raw need, the storm’s echo stirring something primal. Aiden’s pace quickened, thrusts turning forceful—hips snapping with growing urgency, the wet slide of him inside her audible now, a rhythmic punctuation to her escalating cries.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper, hitting that spot that made her buck wildly: "yes, yes, I am your slut, Fuuuuck... harder... Aiden... Wreck me... your cock’s splitting me open... I need it brutal,

POUND

my pussy until I can’t think!"

Her hands clawed at the grass, tearing blades free as he pounded her relentlessly, one hand bracing beside her head, the other mauling her breast—pinching her nipple roughly until it throbbed, eliciting a throaty wail

"Uuuuuhhhhhnnn... yessss... twist it... make me scream... fuck, I’m yours... USE me!"

The grass became their bed and battlefield—cool and yielding one moment, crushed and slick the next under their frenzy. Aiden growled low, flipping her onto her stomach with possessive force, pulling her hips up as he knelt behind her.

He drove in again, brutal now—each plunge a claiming slam that jolted her forward, her breasts dragging against the earth, nipples scraping delicious friction.

"Take it... all of me... your ass looks so fucking perfect like this... beg for it deeper, Catherine... tell me how my cock owns you...." he rasped, fisting her hair gently at first, then tighter, arching her back as he rutted like a beast unleashed, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the valley, mingling with her desperate pleas.

"Soo Deep... Ohhhh... Fuuck .. fuck fuck...ahhhh ...ahhh fuck me... your dick’s so thick... it’s spliting me apart... cuuuummmiiiinggg again... don’t pull out, breed me...breed me like a Dooog... aaaaaahhhhhh!" She shattered twice more like that—body convulsing, gushing hot around him in waves that soaked his thighs, her long, orgasmic moans fracturing the night.

"Moooore... fuuuuck... YESSSS.. stretch my pussy... make it

yours

forever!"

He chased his own edge with savage abandon, one hand snaking around to rub her clit in tight, punishing circles, the other spanking her ass lightly—sharp stings that bloomed red, drawing yelps that melted into moans.

"Yes...

spank

me... harder... I want your marks all over me... fuck me like you can’t get enough!"

The roughness peaked as he hauled her up against his chest, one arm banded across her waist, the other fisting her breast as he thrust upward from behind—deep, erratic drives that made her head fall back against his shoulder, golden hair tangling with his.

"Catherine... fuck...Ohh... you’re so good... Always stay mine... your body’s clenching so tight... come for me again, scream how much you need my cum..." he groaned, teeth grazing her neck, marking her with a sucking bite that would bruise purple by dawn.

She came undone one final time, a keening wail tearing from her throat—"Oooooohhhh... Aiden... FIIIILLLL MEEEEE... yes, BREED my pussy... I need your hot cum flooding me... make me drip with it!"—walls clamping like a vice, milking him as her body quaked in his arms, nails raking his forearm bloody.

Aiden followed with a muffled roar against her hair, burying deep and spilling hot inside her—pulsing jets flooding her core, overflowing in creamy leaks down her thighs, marking her utterly as the storm’s last rumble faded: "Fuck... take every drop... you’re mine... all mine..."

They collapsed together onto the grass, a tangled heap of limbs and labored breaths—his chest to her back, still joined, his cock softening within her as aftershocks rippled through them both.

The mist cooled their fevered skin, the dungeon’s distant pulse a forgotten shadow. Catherine turned her head, seeking his lips in a lazy, sated kiss—soft now, romantic again, tongues brushing with lingering sweetness.

"I love you...I love you sooo much." she whispered against his mouth, a smile curving her lips despite the tears still drying on her cheeks. "...Never leave me aiden, Never. If something ever happens to you, I could...I could never live on.."

Aiden chuckled low, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her like a vow. "I won’t.... don’t worry, I said it before , I say it again...you’re mine, my love.... you’re mine." The night held them then, the grass a cradle for their wreckage—bodies bruised and blissed, hearts laid bare under indifferent stars.