Hannah was being ridden savagely once again; the rhythmic echo of flesh hitting flesh didn't give the room a second of respite. When it was over, her body collapsed heavily onto the soaked sheets right beside me.
She rested her head on my chest, tracing lazy patterns with her fingers on my skin as her panting grew faint—a sign of absolute exhaustion. Between her legs, the sensation was heavy; her cunt was overflowing with my semen, a mixture of sticky discomfort and a satisfaction that made her vibrate.
"We've done it too many times already..." she commented hoarsely. She liked to talk afterward, as if she needed to put words to the lust we had just released.
"I don't intend to keep count," I replied. I noticed her looking pensive while her hand unconsciously drifted down to brush her own intimacy, still open and sensitive. "Something worrying you?"
"It's been so many times... every day... and so hard..." Hannah looked at me with genuine, almost childlike doubt. "Is it going to... stretch out?"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing at her worried little face. It wasn't the first time one of my young partners had asked me a question like that, and they always amused me. I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her against me to plant a possessive kiss.
"Silly girl, we aren't going to wear out your cunt that fast," I teased, rubbing my chin against the crown of her head. "Your body is designed for this, and you're young; you can handle a lot more without worrying. Besides, I have my tricks to leave you tight and pure as a virgin if I wanted to."
"No!" she exclaimed, embarrassed. "I don't want it to hurt again... it's fine like this... I like how it feels now."
She blushed violently but didn't pull away. On the contrary, she began to pepper my chest with wet kisses, almost as if she were testing the waters for another round.
"My, my... look what I've done..." I said sarcastically to provoke her. "I've turned another innocent girl into a slut."
Hannah didn't respond with words. Instead, she shot me a defiant look as she began to suck on one of my nipples, playing with the other with her fingers. She was learning fast.
"And a very slutty one at that..." I declared, counterattacking with a rough caress.
After an intense play of hands and mouths, my spear was once again erect and throbbing. Hannah didn't hesitate: she straddled me and impaled herself in a single movement, letting out a moan that seemed to tear at her throat.
She stayed still in a "cowgirl position," feeling how I filled her completely, clenching her internal walls with a delicious strength to ensure I felt every millimeter of her interior. She was generous, always seeking my ecstasy as much as her own.
Shortly after, resting her hands on my chest, she began to lift her hips and let herself drop slowly. They were short movements, almost effortless, as if she wanted to savor the friction and make the moment last forever. She held my gaze, her eyes clouded with desire.
"Do you like it?" she asked with a shyness that was already beginning to fade.
"I love it," I replied, sinking deeper into her.
"Tell me more..." she begged, as the rhythm of her hips began to turn frantic and dirty once again.
"You make me want to come just from hearing you moan... I've never felt so comfortable... I wish this would never end," I said bluntly. I had learned that romantic comments drove her crazy, dismantling whatever resistance she had left.
I could feel her interior vibrate—an electric mini-orgasm that raced through her wet walls upon hearing me. Hannah fed on my approval; she needed to know that I liked her, even outside of the sexual.
"I like it when you penetrate me... feeling you so deep inside..." she replied with a vacant stare and a languid smile, surrendered to the swaying motion.
We continued like that for a while longer until her body collapsed in an orgasm that left her breathless. However, noticing that I was still firm and fired up, she continued to move her hips with what little energy she had left, maintaining a steady rhythm to prolong the ecstasy. Then, the post-coital talk returned—that moment where her mind, now cooler, began to circle back to topics she would rather ignore.
"When do you plan on telling Hermione... well, all of this?" she asked, avoiding my gaze to fix it on the pillow.
"All of what?" (Red)
"You know... us, the others... that you're a god and everything that implies." (Hannah)
"I'm not a god," I corrected her.
"You killed one." (Hannah)
"A demigod." (Red)
"Whatever... the point is you fight them. Are you going to hide it from her?" (Hannah)
"It's unnecessary to say. You had the luck—or the misfortune—to encounter the divine because we traveled to the past. In the future, that probability is almost non-existent, so mentioning gods isn't very relevant."
"But Elise is a goddess! And your wife!" Hannah insisted. "I don't think you can hide that."
"I think the hardest thing to accept about Elise is that she's an alicorn and that I fuck her," I blurted out naturally.
Hannah went silent. I was right. She still struggled to process the image of Elise; she tried to overlay the figure of an alicorn onto the situation we were in now, and it was either comically awkward or straight-up unreal to her.
"And how... how do you do it with her? She's so... big." (Hannah)
"Are you referring to her general size or her cunt?" I stared at her, and she turned red as a tomato. "I improvise. We like it that way. And about her cunt... well, it has a different charm; it doesn't feel like a human's at all."
"Enough, I don't want to know any more!" she denied, stopping her hip movement for a second at the mental image. "And what about Hermione and the others?"
"The others already suspect it or know. I'll introduce you when we get back. With Hermione... it's a 'childhood love.' I have consideration for her, which is why I prefer her to live in ignorance and be happy these years."
Hearing that, Hannah made a pout filled with jealousy.
"So I'm not important enough for you to look after me," she said, clenching her cunt around my member with sudden force, as if she wanted to punish me.
"Of course you are." (Red)
"Well, I don't see you looking after me as much as her!" (Hannah)
"Hannah, are you forgetting how old you are now?" I raised an eyebrow while my hands began to knead her hips possessively. "We've spent a lot of time here; you're already 15. If I didn't look after you, do you think I would have waited this long to claim you?"
Hannah fell silent, realizing that she was now older than the friends she had left behind in her own time. The blush returned to her cheeks as she understood my logic.
"I'm considerate of Hermione because she's still young, just as I was with you. When she's your age, she'll surely be riding my penis like a slut, exactly the same way you're doing right now," I mocked cruelly.
"Mean..." she hit my chest weakly, embarrassed. "Don't talk about other girls when you're inside me."
"You brought it up." (Red)
"Shut up..." she growled adorably. "As punishment, you have to make me come three more times before you dare to finish."
She demanded it, resuming the movement with renewed intensity, devouring me with force. I let out a fake sigh, as if surrendering to her orders, and began to thrust viciously, turning her demands into broken moans that once again filled the room with that dirty, constant sound.
...
The next morning woke with a radiant sun flooding the house, but the real show was inside. Hannah, completely naked and protected only by an apron to avoid oil splatters, was cooking while humming a cheerful tune. She looked radiant; the sex from the night before had emotionally revitalized her, while my magic had taken care of restoring her body. Every morning she woke up with that same smile of fulfillment.
I opened the door and entered the kitchen, letting myself be enveloped by the aroma of food and desire. I approached from behind, squeezing her buttocks firmly while burying my face in her neck to give her a wet kiss.
"Don't do that while I'm cooking, we're going to get burned," she complained, though her smile gave her away.
"I think you and I are already pretty burned up," I whispered. I slid my fingers toward her crotch and pulled them out a second later, soaked in her own flow. I showed them to her, glistening under the sunlight. "Craving already?"
"Shut up! let me finish, we have work today!" She shot me a strict-wife look that only made me want to pin her down again.
"Your patients can wait. I don't want you turning into a Chiara 2.0. You're a herbology expert, not a mediwitch; your duty is the garden... where, by the way, we could have a quickie. I just watered it, so we have extra time."
"Later..." she decreed, finishing the serving. "First, we eat."
I nodded and took my usual place. She served me a full breakfast, mainly based on eggs, and stayed watching me expectantly. I took the first bite with my modern fork; it was delicious. Since she accepted our "married life," Hannah had put maximum effort into fitting the role of the perfect wife, trying to satisfy me both at the table and in bed.
"You keep getting better. At this rate, I won't be able to enjoy any meal that isn't yours," I flattered her naturally.
"Don't lie, I know even you cook better than me," she rolled her eyes, though her cheeks flared. "But I'm glad you like it... because now it's my turn for breakfast."
With a look loaded with lust, Hannah ducked and disappeared under the table. I heard the sound of my pants being lowered, and suddenly, my penis was exposed. She looked at me from below like a hungry child in front of a forbidden treat. Without wasting a second, she enveloped it with her mouth, playing with the tip with an expert tongue.
I shuddered and kept eating, trying to maintain my composure. It was incredible how we had reached this point: me enjoying her seasoning and her... well, her enjoying mine.
Hannah began to choke rhythmically on my member, licking and savoring it centimeter by centimeter, as if she hadn't had it buried in her holes just a few hours before. She sucked my glans with a force that threatened to make me drop my fork, while her hands held the base and caressed my testicles, stimulating them to produce their dose of "nutrients."
"The chief invited us to a party again," she said, pulling away for a moment, licking her lips so as not to waste a single drop of my pre-seminal fluid before going back to work.
"Do you want to go? You know those parties are just to try and buy us so we keep being the village sorcerers. The economy here has skyrocketed since we arrived," I said, chewing calmly while watching Hannah try to shove my member all the way down her throat, breaking her own record.
"Ghg..." she caught her breath with a heavy gasp after a failed attempt. "We should go. It's good to get out, and besides, we've already turned down too many invitations."
"We aren't obligated." (Red)
"I know, but I'm sure the chief's daughter is dying to see you... the last time you touched her backside, she was left wanting more," she threw a playful reproach at me before returning to devour me.
"You're exaggerating," I replied, feigning an innocence that neither of us believed.