Chapter 76

Cooper's broad, strong hand smoothed down the slight roundness of her belly to the juncture of her thighs. She opened her legs, eagerly anticipating his touch, and he didn't disappoint. His fingers cupped her mound while his mouth continued to lave and suck her nipple into a rigid peak.
"You are so hot, so wet." He breathed the words in husky approval as he leaned farther over her to switch his attentions to the other breast. His fingers combed through the curls that covered her sex then slipped between her lips, sliding along her cleft. He caught the nub of her clit between two fingers and squeezed with exquisite gentleness, setting off a ripple of contractions in Kyla's womb. She cried out at the beauty of the sensation - not quite orgasm, but a moment of perfect tenderness. He hummed his approval and switched his mouth back to her other breast while his hand shifted slightly too. Now his thumb rubbed along her swollen clit while two thick fingers began to press into her pussy.
"Yes," she cried as he plunged his fingers deep into her slick passage. His thumb flicked her nub in rhythmic pulses, matching the tempo of his mouth suckling her breast. Soon, his fingers picked up the pattern as well, shuttling in and out of her wetness, hard and fast.
She clutched at his hair as her hips rose and sank to meet the pressure of his hand. The whimpers and moans she was making were new, something she'd never done before. Even though nymphs were supposed to be sexual creatures, living this deep in the forest, she hadn't had a lot of opportunity for this kind of mind-blowing sex. During rituals, with satyrs, fauns, even the occasional demigod, it was usually just down and dirty, over and done with. This - this was pleasure drawn out to an art form.
The pleasure that coiled in her womb wound tighter and tighter until she could no longer contain it. She screamed his name as the tension burst, sending a shower of sparks through her vision and shock waves coursing through her muscles and skin. Her physical body had never known anything like this, and all she could do was lie there, shuddering, while Cooper continued to minister to her, more slowly and gently, until her womb stopped convulsing. The he lifted his head from her breast and moved up to kiss her lips.
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He kissed her again as he rolled to lie between her splayed legs. "Now though, I need to be inside you."
"Please." Her voice was shaky but determined. She wanted him to fuck her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
"Open your eyes, Kyla. I want you to see who's with you."
She did, peering up into his heavily lashed dark eyes. Holding himself up on his elbows, he kept his gaze locked on hers as he used his hand to position his cock at her entrance then pushed steadily into her sheath. He was thick, allowing her to feel his invasion with exquisite friction, his hard flesh rasping against her tender walls.
Coop had never felt anything like the bliss of being clasped inside Kyla's hot, wet pussy. Residual shudders from her orgasm rippled along his engorged cock, making him fear he wasn't going to last. Determined to make sure she came again before he finished, he rolled them both until he was on his back with her above him. The slow, sultry smile she gave him made him swell even further as she began to rock back and forth. His hands moved, almost without his conscious control, up to cup her breasts. Her moan was a further aphrodisiac, and he drove up into her as if his life depended on it. She was leaning forward, rasping her clit against his pubic bone, and the taut tendons of her throat let him know she was close again. Her expression of rapture broke the last of his control. He powered up into her cunt with all the strength his supernatural body could muster. She was a nymph - an immortal. For the first time in decades, he wouldn't have to worry about hurting the woman he was with.
Three strokes later, she shattered around him, the tight muscles of her pussy gripping his cock like a fist and milking him. He felt himself swell even further, until he couldn't pull out - the tip of his cock had become a massive knot of erogenous nerves. His balls were drawn up tighter than they'd ever been, and they clenched hard as he came.
Hot fluid poured out of him, filling her channel, pumping her full as the knot of his penis held him tight against the mouth of her womb. He felt a moment of shock that this had happened at last, but he couldn't pause to process the meaning. His entire being was focused on the orgasm that was still gripping him until he was woozy from lack of oxygen and fluid.
Finally, long moments later, he slumped back onto the moss, just as Kyla collapsed limply across his chest. He stroked his hand through her hair, all the movement he could manage.
"I should go," she mused. "Daylight isn't far away."
"It will be a few minutes." He kissed her temple - the only part he could reach. "The mating knot takes awhile to go away - or so I've been told."
"Mating knot?" She dragged in a breath and turned her head. "Is that what happened?"
"A werewolf trait, I'm afraid." Now he could reach her cute, little turned-up nose, so he kissed it too. "Sometimes, when we find a female who our body thinks is compatible, we - swell up during orgasm."
"You find me compatible?" Her brilliant smile let him know she wasn't upset. "Desirable for more than just a quick tumbling? Truly?"
"Sweetheart, I find everything about you desirable, and I'd like nothing more than to take you home and make love to you for days on end. But I know your home is here, and you have to be back to your tree by daylight. I don't want to do anything to hurt you."
"Will you come back to me another night?"
"Of course." He gathered up the energy to wrap his arms around her and roll them both to their sides. "I'll come back every weekend if you want me to."
"I'd like that," she told him. "I would like very much to see you again, Professor."
"Kyla." He kissed her tenderly. The knot of his erection began to subside. With a sense of loss and regret, he slowly withdrew his cock. "Nothing could keep me away."
"We can bathe and drink from the sacred pool." Lithe and graceful, she stood and took his hand. "Linger with me just one moment longer."
He nodded, and he followed her down to the spring where they both drank before they stepped inside and washed each other tenderly. It took all his willpower not to take her again, there in the water, but he didn't know if they had time left. He'd cut off his arm before he did anything to hurt this magical woman by his side.