The air was thick with heat and something darker—something primal that had outgrown words. Nephis stood motionless, caught between shame and arousal, her hand still lingering on the grotesque thing she'd been caught stroking. Her breath steamed in the cold air, chest rising and falling like she'd just come off a battlefield. But it wasn't fear that left her flushed and trembling.
Sunny crouched low beside her, watching her like a predator with all the time in the world.
"Want a real cock?" he said, voice quiet and venom-smooth. "Then ask."
Nephis didn't speak.
He leaned closer, mouth brushing just behind her ear. "You want my dick so bad you're fingering dead monsters in the dark. So ask me, Neph. If you want it, come get it."
Then he stood and turned away, sauntering back toward camp, leaving her there—dripping, humiliated, and alone with her failure.
For five full minutes, she didn't move.
Then she did.
By the time she reached camp, Sunny was already sitting on his bedroll, head down, pretending to adjust his boots. Cassie was still gone. The fire was low. The mist was closing in again.
Nephis didn't say a word. She just approached.
When she stopped in front of him, he looked up—and blinked. She wasn't just flushed. Her whole body radiated need now, skin slick with sweat despite the cold, eyes dark and unblinking. Her pants were still undone from earlier, and her shirt clung damp to her skin. She looked wild.
She straddled him without permission.
Her long legs spread around his hips, knees sinking into the stone as she pressed her full weight down. She was tall—taller than him by nearly half a foot—and the contrast only made her hungrier, like she wanted to tower over him and submit at the same time. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her breath falling hot and ragged against his jaw.
"I want it," she whispered. "Yours. Now."
Sunny's hands came to rest at her waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. "What's the magic word?"
She ground against him, hard, and her breath hitched. "Please."
He grinned, cock already twitching under her weight. "That's more like it."
She didn't waste time. She peeled off her shirt in one rough motion, baring her pale skin to the firelight. Her body was honed from years of battle—scarred, lean, hardened—but the way she looked down at him now made her seem like something holy and profane all at once. Sunny reached for his belt, fumbling a little, and she helped him—impatient, trembling as she tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock.
Their eyes met. She hesitated. Just for a second.
They were both virgins.
But she guided him anyway, her hand wrapping around him as she lifted her hips, lined herself up, and started to sink.
He gasped. So did she.
"F-fuck," he hissed. "You're… tight."
Her jaw clenched. "You're big."
And he was. He didn't expect it, didn't think he'd stretch her this much—but she took him, inch by inch, hissing through her teeth as she forced herself down.
Halfway in, she stopped.
Then shoved.
He bottomed out with a wet, audible slap of skin against skin, and they both cried out, faces twisted in shared shock.
And then—they couldn't move.
Sunny looked down in disbelief. He was buried to the hilt, throbbing, twitching, but stuck. Her muscles clamped down so hard around him it was like a vice, her slick heat swallowing him completely but refusing to let go.
"Neph—" he panted, "I think… I'm stuck."
Her eyes fluttered shut, teeth clenched as she writhed on his lap, trying to shift her hips. She couldn't. Her body had clamped around him like a lock on a key.
And she was soaking wet.
The wet squelch of their bodies was obscene, every slight movement sending a ripple of tight heat through them both. Nephis whimpered—whimpered—and pressed her forehead to his, trembling as her body adjusted.
"You feel so fucking good," she choked out.
He bit her neck. "You wanted this," he growled, grinding what little he could manage. "Now you're gonna take all of it."
She tried to lift—failed. She was truly stuck.
Her cunt pulsed around him like it was trying to keep him forever.
They moaned together, hips locked, bodies wet and shaking as pleasure built in waves. First-timers or not, their bodies fit too well. The pressure, the tightness, the absolute heat—they were losing themselves in each other, messy and inexperienced but desperate.
Nephis came first.
Her cry was ragged and low, fingers digging into his shoulders as her body clenched down even harder, milking him. And that was it for Sunny.
He gasped, swore, then came deep inside her, thick spurts flooding her still-gripping cunt. It overflowed almost immediately, leaking around his cock, dripping down his balls as she trembled atop him.
But even after… they stayed locked together.
Still stuck.
Still panting.
Still hers.