Chapter 36.5: A Little Privacy

“A Vampire’s fun bits are the like the rest of them, not actually alive but capable of mimicking life. They can become warm and willing for a time, enough to enjoy the fun parts of sex but not deal with any of the responsibilities. I guess that's why they tend to be such randy bastards since they can fuck without concern of pregnancy or disease.” - words of the infamously rakish Necromancer Carlyle Roque.

Staring down at Natalie, Cole couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes; those red orbs brimmed with such life and intensity. Much of the fear and fragility he’d seen over the past few days was gone, shoved aside by ignited passion. Lips meeting hers, enjoying the feeling of Natalie’s quickly warming body, Cole tried to speak between kisses. “Are you ready for this?”

Pulling away slightly, her fingers still trying to find the gaps in his armor, Natalie replied. “We’ve not been able to fuck for too jagging long. There's been no privacy, time, or energy for us to enjoy each other, and bluntly, I’m sick of it. After everything that’s happened, I want some normalcy, and this seems to be the most fun kind available.”

Reaching up to tap his nose, Natalie smirked. “Besides, you’re the one who started to get handsy once I put the idea of Isabelle and I fucking you senseless into your head.”

Bending down to plant kisses along Natalie’s neck and collar, Cole said. “As you said, it's a common fantasy, and I’m sure one we will enjoy in the future, but for now, I want you. Also… who to say I wouldn’t be the one leaving the pair of you comatose from pleasure?”

Cole was surprised by the hunger in his voice; Natalie was right; he missed making love and was eager to sample some ‘normalcy.’ Going from being practically celibate to enjoying every evening in bed with Natalie, then back to the cold road, had left him… pent up.

Shuddering from the kisses, Natalie tried to remove her clothes with one hand and Cole’s with the other. “Bold, bold words, I’ll have to put them to the test.”

Finally, with an annoyed grunt, Natalie shoved Cole back, her fingers working with supernatural speed to loosen her bodice and other bits of clothing. Eyes smoldering like campfire coals, Natalie practically growled. “If I were you, I’d start getting your armor off and working on that subtlety spell.”

Enjoying the sight of more and more pale, smooth flesh coming into sight, Cole worked quickly to doff his equipment and cut the enchanted rune into a close tree. Letting a few drops of blood fall onto the spell-mark, Cole felt its magic come into being. It was shoddy and wouldn’t do much to provide true privacy, but hopefully, it was enough to stop anyone from investigating the noises he intended to get out of Natalie.

Letting his cloak, shirt, and everything else fall to the forest floor, Cole found Natalie staring at him with undisguised lust. She’d shed her own clothes, wearing only an inviting smile. Taking a moment, Cole let his eyes drink the sight of his lover in. In the setting, spring sunlight, surrounded by tall green-budded trees, Natalie looked like the incarnation of sensuality.

Toned, graceful legs led to wide, inviting hips and her exposed sex. Seeing where Cole’s eyes lingered, Natalie shifted slightly, a heavy blush spreading across her pale face. A smile to match Natalie’s own split Cole’s face as he took his time enjoying the marvelous sight before him. Her stomach was toned but not sculpted like his own, retaining enough padding to be soft and smooth. Natalie’s large breasts shuddered with quick breaths; the rose-colored nipples capping them were stiff and inviting.

Cole thought of how many times his lips had traced a path along her lips, neck, breasts, stomach, and sex. Memories of old passion combined with the fantastically beautiful sight before Cole and his cock felt almost painfully hard. Moving towards Natalie, Cole felt a noise like a growl rise in his throat. A sound half-between laugh and squeal escaped Natalie as his lips and hands found warm flesh.

Natalie moaned into the kiss while Cole’s large, calloused hand slipped between her legs. Gently, he started to massage Natalie’s inner thighs and outer lips while his other hand found a full breast to playfully knead. Enjoying the purrs and hums he pulled from Natalie’s lips, Cole couldn’t help himself. Tweaking a nipple while simultaneously letting gentle fingers find her clit; Cole chuckled at the noise his partner made.

Clearly unwilling to let Cole be the only one engaging in foreplay, Natalie’s hands found his shaft and collected the fingers he’d been teasing her sex with. Slowly, Guiding his hand to her mouth, Natalie found Cole’s thumb and the small cut he’d placed there for the earlier spell. Eagerly latching onto his digit, sucking and licking Cole’s finger in a fantastically erotic display, Natalie leaned backward so she pressed against the tree behind her. Her free hand continued to stroke Cole’s cock, smearing the first hints of moisture along his shaft.

Finally, reluctantly, Natalie let Cole’s finger leave her mouth, trailing a string of thick saliva in its wake. Eyes practically burning with need, Natalie rasped. “I want you; I want you inside me now.”

A smirk worked its way across Cole’s face as he gripped Natalie’s hips. “How?”

Staring up at his scarred physique looming over her, Natalie’s breath caught, and she said. “Rough, I want this to be intense. It's been too long, and shit’s has been too stressful. Cole, I need you to fuck me until I can’t think of anything but us.”

Cole understood exactly what she meant, so instead of responding with words, Cole twisted Natalie about, maneuvering her so his cock was nestled into her lovely ass. A breathy moan escaped Natalie as Cole lifted her up and slid his shaft forward. Feeling the warm wetness of Natalie’s sex, Cole answered her moan with a shuddering sigh. Moving slowly at first, Cole gently pressed himself into Natalie, feeling her lips spread around his cock and the wonderful heat within his lover. Natalie was more than wet, but Cole didn’t want to hurt her, so he slowly eased himself in and out, bathing his cock in the wonderful friction of her sex.

A noise like a whine escaped Natalie, and she gasped. “Harder.”

One hand holding her hips to him, Cole shoved himself forward and pushed Natalie against the nearest tree. Arms outstretched before her, Natalie gripped the tree, her back arching slightly as she moaned. Admiring the view of Natalie’s ass pressed against his pelvis and how the muscles of her back flexed, Cole said. “We’re alone in a forest; what better time to rut like beasts.”

Something like a laugh started in Natalie’s throat, but Cole's increasing speed and ferocity quickly turned the sound into a series of growing gasps. Positioned as they were, Cole took full advantage of his size and supernatural strength. Looming over Natalie, Cole let one arm snake around her belly, his hand starting to squeeze, massage, and maul her breasts. His other arm journeyed downwards, his fingers finding Natalie’s clit. Near instantly, Natalie’s insides tightened around Cole in a spasm of pleasure, forcing him to growl in pleasure.

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Seeing Natalie’s ass ripple with every thrust and loving how she gasped and shook, Cole’s grip on her left breast tightened as he said. “I love you.”

Ensnared by Cole’s arms, Natalie writhed in pleasure and tried to form words. “I…love… you too. Now, please, please don’t stop.”

Rubbing her nipple between two fingers and lazily circling her clit with his thumb, Cole kept up the rhythm. He loved how she felt wrapped around him, the subtle but perfect grip of silken flesh clinging to his shaft. Catching some of her nectar on his finger, Cole sped up his work on Natalie’s clit while gently squeezing her breasts.

A high-pitched, wonderfully erotic sound escaped Natalie as her breathing sharpened and sex tightened. “Cu-cu-cumming.” she managed to shudder out, and Cole slowed his ministrations but didn’t stop them.

Natalie twitched and thrashed, bathing Cole’s cock in wonderful friction that started to push him toward his own peak. As Natalie’s shaking started to slow, her breasts heaving with great lungfuls of cool dusk air, Cole began to move faster. An adorable squeak of surprise escaped Natalie, and she tried to say something, but pleasure and Cole’s own heavy breathing drowned her out.

Thrusting with renewed vigor, Cole watched as Natalie spasmed, her fingers digging furrows in the tree she held on to for dear unlife. Forcing his lover’s orgasm into a cascade of overlapping pleasure, Cole felt himself start to erupt. Hilting inside Natalie’s sex, he let shivers of ecstasy dance through his body. A low growl of primal satisfaction escaped Cole as he ground himself against Natalie, feeling her warmth anew on his overly sensitive member. Feeling the final streams of his eruption leave him, Cole slumped slightly, his grip on Natalie loosening. A pleased hum escaped Natalie as she swayed her hips back and forth, Cole’s cock still inside of her. Gasping at the sensation, Cole heard Natalie chuckle. “Turnabout is fair play.”

Smiling down at Natalie, loving how her sweat-slick hair fell about in great ebony curtains, Cole grunted. “Very true.”

Then, with the explosive strength he normally reserved for killing blows, Cole gripped Natalie and spun her about, pushing her back against the abused tree and rehilting himself in one smooth motion. The couple shared a shuddering gasp at the overwhelming sensations coursing through sensitive flesh. Both hands gripping Natalie’s shapely rear, Cole started to frantically kiss his lover while his shaft eased in and out of her. Wrapping her legs about Cole, Natalie made him fight to pull back enough to thrust. Enjoying the challenge and feeling of strong thighs about him, Cole let out a pleased groan.

Ending the intense kiss they shared, Cole whispered. “You make the most wonderful noises when you climax; I hope the subtlety spell is strong enough.”

Face flushed with passion and embarrassment, Natalie ran her fingers along Cole’s scalp. “How… how is it you still talk like a jagging knight while fucking me like this?”

Chuckling, Cole started to thrust harder while planting kisses along Natalie’s jaw and the side of her neck, unmarred by the stigma. “If I can be clear and concise in the heat of battle, then why shouldn’t I be in the heat of you?”

A mixture of laugh and moan escaped Natalie. “I’d tease you for such a stupid line… if you weren’t so jagging good at this.”

Kneading the flesh of Natalie’s rear, enjoying this position's new sensations, Cole couldn’t help but smile. His body was designed to be physically perfect, with every internal system and process optimized by Isabelle’s genius. The unnatural endurance and recovery he enjoyed had more uses than just combat. Rested and eager as he was, Cole could make love until even a vampire had their fill.

Changing his rhythm slightly, thrusting with slower, longer strokes, Cole found Natalie’s lips again. As their tongues battled, her hands left his head and reached the tree above them. The sound of cracking wood pulled Cole’s eyes from Natalie to the victimized aspen. His lover, in her passion, sunk entire fingers into the poor tree, holding onto the abused wood as Cole drove her mad with pleasure. Glancing at his hips and where Natalie’s legs wrapped around them, Cole guessed he’d have bruises tomorrow, but he couldn’t care less.

As Natalie started to moan louder and louder, clearly approaching her climax, Cole met her eyes and drank in the delirious pleasure he saw there. Feeling his partner’s warm, slick sex tighten around him and her eyes roll back, Cole let himself lose control and joined her in ecstasy. Another sharp crack pulled Cole from his bliss, and he swore upon realizing what was happening. The tree they’d been leaning against was teetering dangerously, its fractured trunk finally giving way.

Backstepping, Cole tried to disentangle himself from Natalie as the tree started to fall. Still holding Natalie but no longer inside of her or wrapped up in her legs, Cole tripped over his discarded clothes and landed heavily on his back. Suddenly smothered in Natalie’s breasts, Cole reluctantly freed himself, finding his lover lying atop him, staring in the direction of the ruined tree with a sheepish expression.

Finding his breath, Cole let a wheezing laugh escape him. “Better that tree than our bed back in Vindabon.”

Nose and face scrunching in embarrassment, Natalie shrugged. “I was reinforcing my body so we could be rough, and… and accidents happen.”

Pulling Natalie into a kiss and resisting the urge to slip back inside her, Cole muttered. “I think any privacy we might have had is well and truly gone.”

Grumbling her agreement, Natalie uncoiled herself from Cole. After taking a moment to admire Natalie’s nude form, Cole got to his feet as well. Looking over their dropped garments, Natalie sighed. “We’re going to reek of sex and have Gods’ knows what clinging to our clothes.”

Watching Natalie’s hips sway as she went to collect discarded fabric, Cole was, for a moment, seriously tempted to grab his love and continue their fun until someone came looking for them. Dismissing the fantasy with a shake of his head, Cole suddenly felt cold wetness on his back and shoulders. Looking up, Cole noticed the slight wind disturbing the dusk's calm. Droplets started to fall from above, the start of an evening shower.

Quickly finding his undergarments, Cole chuckled. “Well, that should help with the smell.”

When Natalie didn’t respond, Cole looked up and realized she was standing perfectly still, arms wrapped around herself, a look of fear on her face. Moving towards her, Cole asked gently. “What’s wrong?”

Stirred from whatever private terror gripped her, Natalie let out a trembling sigh. “It’s nothing… I-”

Cole buried Natalie in a hug, unwilling to let her put up emotional walls. Muscles taught with stress relaxed, and Natalie melted against Cole. Her smaller body shielded from the rain by Cole’s bulk. Gently but firmly, Cole asked again. “What’s wrong?”

Letting her cheek rest against Cole’s chest, Natalie said. “It rained blood in my mindscape right before the Rabisu attacked. So… so when I felt the droplets, I thought for a split-second…”

She didn’t need to finish the thought, Cole could understand it better than Natalie might imagine. For years, the clank of chains or the smell of long-dried blood would reduce Cole to a frightened animal. While Natalie’s experiences weren’t so… elaborate when compared to Cole’s year of torture, having one’s own mind attacked in such a vicious way still left scars.

Holding her close, letting the rain beat down upon them, Cole didn’t say anything, simply letting his presence speak for itself. Slowly, Natalie detached herself from Cole and stepped into the rain proper. Head up, eyes shut, arms wide, Natalie looked like a glistening icon of beauty. Anointed by the cool dusk rain, Natalie let out a slow breath and turned back towards Cole, a smile on her face. “I’m all right now.”

Bending down to collect her clothes, Natalie sighed. “Ugh, I’m going to be soaked.”

Cole’s lips parted, the obvious entendre sitting upon his tongue. Pointing a finger his way, Natalie playfully snapped, “Oh, shush.”

Smiling, Cole couldn’t help himself. “I think the time for subtlety passed when you knocked down a tree.”