He started slow once more, savoring the wet, messy slide of their combined cum easing his way. The obscene sound of it filled the room—slick, rhythmic, accompanied by her soft gasps every time he bottomed out. Mia braced her hands on his chest, riding him with building confidence, her full breasts bouncing with each movement. He couldn’t resist leaning up to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out, her fingers tangling in his hair.

For the next hour, they stayed like that—her on top, controlling the pace while he guided her hips, whispered filthy praise, and teased her clit with skilled fingers. She came twice more in that position, once from grinding down hard while he pinched her nipples, and again when he sat up fully, wrapping his arms around her so they were chest to chest, kissing deeply as he thrust up into her.

When her thighs started to tremble with exhaustion, he flipped them again, laying her on her back and hooking her legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock dragging along her front wall with every powerful stroke. Mia’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuck, Trevor—right there—don’t stop—"

He didn’t. He pounded into her through the climax, chasing his own release and flooding her again. The overflow leaked out around his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets even more.

They paused only long enough for water and a few bites of fruit from the bedside table—fuel for what was coming. Then he pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her spread thighs and sliding back in. He fucked her like that for a long stretch, hands free to roam, to slap lightly at her clit, to squeeze her breasts until she was begging incoherently.

Hours blurred. Positions shifted like scenes in an endless erotic dream.

He took her from behind on all fours, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit while he railed her. The sound of skin slapping skin was loud and constant. Mia pushed back to meet every thrust, her voice hoarse from moaning.

"Harder," she gasped. "I want to feel you for days."

He gave it to her—deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt forward. When she came, her arms gave out and she collapsed onto her chest, ass still raised high for him. He followed her down, covering her completely, hips snapping relentlessly until he emptied inside her again.

Later, he carried her to the shower, where hot water cascaded over them. There, he pressed her against the cool tiles and dropped to his knees, eating her out with water streaming down his face. He licked and sucked until she was shaking, then stood and lifted her, impaling her on his cock while she wrapped her legs around his waist. They fucked slow and deep under the spray, kissing like they were starving, until both came together in a shuddering, slippery climax.

Back in bed, he laid her on her side, spooning behind her. One arm wrapped around her chest, hand cupping a breast, the other between her legs, fingers spreading her open as he slid in from behind. This position was intimate, lazy, perfect for long, grinding strokes. He kissed the back of her neck, whispered how perfect her pussy felt, how wet and hot and tight she was even after so many loads.

Mia reached back, nails digging into his thigh, urging him deeper. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity—slow-building pleasure that crested in waves rather than explosions. She came softly this time, a full-body tremble that milked him until he spilled inside her once more.

The night wore on. Trevor was tireless, his body fueled by the same healing energy that had saved her. He explored every inch of her: licking down her spine while taking her prone, sucking marks into the soft flesh of her inner thighs before diving back between her legs, fingering her through another gushing orgasm while she sucked him deep into her throat in a messy, tear-streaked 69.

At one point, he had her bent over the dresser, watching their reflection in the mirror. "Look at yourself," he growled, one hand around her throat, the other between her legs. "Look how fucking beautiful you are when you’re taking my cock."

Mia’s eyes met her own in the glass—lips swollen, hair wild, body covered in love bites and flushed with pleasure. The sight pushed her over the edge again, and he followed, pumping deep while they both watched.

They lost count of orgasms. Mia came so many times she lost the ability to form full sentences, reduced to whimpers, pleas, and his name chanted like a prayer. Trevor came nearly as often—filling her pussy, painting her breasts and stomach when she begged to watch, letting her swallow load after load when she dropped to her knees between rounds.

Around what must have been the fourth or fifth hour, they slowed to something almost tender. He laid her on her back, legs spread wide, and entered her with a long, slow thrust. They stayed like that, barely moving, just rocking together, kissing deeply, hands everywhere. The connection felt profound—bodies, souls, energies intertwined.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her lips.

"Yours," she agreed, clenching around him. "Always."

He brought her to one final, shattering climax like that—grinding against her clit, whispering praise, until she arched and cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cheeks. He came with her, flooding her one last time, then collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms.

The sheets were ruined. Their bodies were marked, sticky, exhausted. But the poison was gone. The bond between them was unbreakable.

Mia curled into his chest, already drifting toward sleep. "I love you, Trevor."

"I love you too," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "Rest now. We’ve got forever to do this again."

They laid tangled together, his cock still nestled against her thigh, ready for whenever they woke.

Mia stirred first, nestled against Trevor’s chest, her body deliciously sore and satisfied. His hand lazily stroked down her back, cupping her ass, and she felt him twitch against her thigh—already half-hard again. She smiled shyly, biting her lip as memories of the long night flooded back. The poison was completely gone now, replaced by a warm, glowing energy that made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t in years.

But there was something else she wanted. Something private she’d kept hidden for so long.

Trevor noticed her hesitation, the way her fingers traced nervous patterns on his skin. "What is it?" he murmured, tilting her chin up to kiss her softly. "You can tell me anything."

Mia’s cheeks flushed deep pink. She buried her face against his neck for a moment, heart racing. "I... I have some toys. In the drawer over there." Her voice was barely above a whisper, embarrassed. "I didn’t think you’d ever know about them. I haven’t... I mean, there hasn’t been anyone since way before you were old enough to even understand that stuff. I’ve been alone for so long. They were just... for me. When I needed release."