Uncertain Future Ch. 08

Tarok was vaguely aware of Lara's nails — his mind was almost entirely consumed by pleasure and lust for his wife at this point — and this encouraged Tarok to pick up pace and thrust faster. Ten, fifteen more strokes and Lara crossed her threshold. Her orgasm peaked, and she exploded into thousands of pieces. Lara's petite body writhed underneath Tarok, and she wailed through the best orgasm of her life. When it finally ended, her hands and feet fell to her side. Then she was sinking, falling further into the wonderful darkness of blissful sleep. With satisfied gasps, the last thing she remembered was a pair of blue eyes above her own.

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When Lara woke up the next morning, she'd never felt better in her life. Not just because of having sex for the first time, which was wonderful, but because she was enveloped by Tarok's warmth. He was spooning her from behind, his torso touched her back. His left arm served as her pillow while his right pawed her belly, her legs intertwined with his thighs.

Lara sighed with utter happiness. Tarok rarely held her like this to sleep. Most of the time he placed her on top since it was easier to hold her that way; other times she slept curling by his side, hugging him. Tarok said he didn't want Lara to be even an inch away from him while they slept. And she didn't want to be away from him either, since sleeping with him had removed the need for a blanket.

The cheeriness she's feeling right now astonished Lara, considering what she had lost yesterday. The virginity that she had cherished all her life was no more and Lara couldn't help but sense some vague melancholia. She did nothing wrong—she had married Tarok before willingly giving herself to him, and the lack of any regret in her this morning told her she made the right choice. Lara decided it was simply human nature to have sentimentality for the thing that you have kept for so long and finally let it go.

Lara looked at her husband left hand, stretching out in front of her. She pressed her palm against his hand, matching fingers to compare the size. Her hand looked like the hand of a toddler against an adult-size palm—his was easily twice the size of her. She ran her fingers over the calluses and scars on his fingers, the remnants of past warfare. Then her hand wandered up his forearm, feeling the thin soft layer of fur and the hardened muscles beneath it. She pressed down but failed to make any impression on his flesh.

Her curious hands woke Tarok up, and the first thing he did was to neck her. Lara laughed when she felt his tongue licking her cheek.

"Good morning, Tarok," Lara greeted as she turned around to face him.

Tarok was still groggy after just waking up, but seeing Lara knocked the sleep out of him. As she smiled at him, Tarok saw her curved lips and raised cheekbones displaying the universal sign of happiness. The giddiness that she's radiating warmed his soul. Tarok's heart forget to beat for a second when he realized the young girl—his lovely wife—was practically glowing in the morning light. The hulking minotaur was powerless when faced with her contagious smile and had no choice but to reciprocate. This must be what it feels like to be in love.

"Morning, Lara," said Tarok. He sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed, in the process pulled Lara onto his lap. "How do you feel?" asked Tarok.

"Could not be better," replied Lara. She bounced on his lap and gave him a peck on the lip. Tarok observed with glee how the usually reserved Lara was now bursting with energy. He should have sex with her every day, just to see her giddy like this.

"Glad to hear it," said Tarok.

"What about you? Do you—" Lara chirped. But then, as if realized something, she stopped talking. She stared at him intently, then her face morphed into a horrified expression.

"Oh no, I forgot. I'm sorry," she exclaimed and covered her mouth.

The sudden change of Lara's mood alarmed Tarok. Lara apologized again before he could say anything.

"I'm so sorry, I fell asleep and I...I forgot about you," Lara explained. "I forgot to take care of your need."

"Oh, that." Now Tarok understood why Lara was upset. After her orgasm, she had drifted off to sleep and left him without one.

"It was our first time together, and I ruined it. I'm your wife and I suppose to make you enjoy it too. Instead, I just fell asleep." Lara continued to blame herself.

"Who say I didn't enjoy last night?" That caught Lara's attention. She looked at him with her wide brown eyes. "Last night was great for me too, because I know how happy you were when we did it. When we are joined, I have never felt better in my life. I couldn't ask for more from you." He cupped her cheek and playfully brushed her nose with his thumb, causing Lara to flinch and giggle at the silly gesture. She pressed her face against his hand.

"Thank you, Tarok. I'm so glad I marry you."

"I didn't expect you to be a natural first time in bed, and you shouldn't either. You'll get better with time." Tarok then lowered his head to Lara's face. "I'll make sure to give you lots of practice," said Tarok with a grin.

The lewd promise made Lara's stomach churned. It was definitely enticing. She got on her knees so that her face was on his level.

"I don't mind some practice right now. I want to make up to you," said Lara. Never in a million years did Lara imagine she would initiate sex right after a man offer it. But Tarok was special.

Steam blew out of Tarok's nose, and he fiercely pulled Lara in for a toe-curling kiss. He held her so tight that she whimpered and had to tap at his shoulder. Tarok ended the kiss reluctantly. His eyes burned with a blue fire of deep desire.

"Calm down Tarok. I want to please you, not the other way around," said Lara, out of breath.

Tarok huffed, yet he still released Lara. "Fine, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, um..." Lara thought for a few seconds. "I can use my...mouth," Lara suggested.

At that suggestion, Tarok's reaction was a weird mix of aroused and reluctant.

"Are you sure? We can do something else."

Lara knew why Tarok was hesitant. "It's fine. I'm fine, Tarok. I just want to make my husband happy," asserted Lara. She slid down Tarok body and crawled between his legs. Tarok sat still and watched with abated breath at Lara's every movement.

"If you feel uncomfortable, then stop," said Tarok.

Lara looked up at him and nodded, her round brown eyes gave him a look of love and appreciation. He cared about her so much.

"Guide me, Tarok," said Lara.

"You could put it straight in your mouth, or play with your hand first," Tarok suggested. Lara took hold of his cock in her hand and gently slid her hands up and down the rapidly growing shaft. Tarok groaned with every of her movement. Lara watched with fascination as she saw, and felt, his cock hardening and getting longer. It quickly filled out her hand, and in mere seconds, he was fully hard.

"I love you, Lara," Tarok said weakly.

Lara looked at her panting husband and answered his loving words, wordlessly, with her mouth.

Tarok hissed when he felt her diminutive mouth touching his cock. Like the first time she did this, Lara struggled to fit his cock in her mouth—he was too big. She pulled out and tried again, this time she stretched her jaws wider and managed to slip his bulbous tip past her lips. With his cockhead finally in her mouth, she began pushing further down his length while holding the base of his cock for balance.

Tarok watched with rapt attention as Lara swallowed more and more of him. His shaft was slowly being enveloped by her soft and warm mouth, and it felt too good. He couldn't tear his eyes away, as the most erotic sight he had ever seen in his life was happening right between his legs.

It had happened before, but it was under a different circumstance, one where Lara was too frightened to remember and Tarok just wanted to forget forever. He was a clueless cruel beast back then. For the old Tarok, sexual acts merely satisfied a primal need. He paid or forced others to pleasure him, enjoyed a brief flash of ecstasy, then forgot about it until the primal urge reappeared.

The first time Lara sucked his cock was no different. He looked yet saw nothing, he ejaculated but felt nothing. Nothing but a brief moment of sexual gratification. Now things were entirely different. Now, there was a girl who voluntarily wanted to give him pleasure. The gratification had changed too: now he felt loved and happy. With Lara, sex was a thousand times more fulfilling than all previous times.

When Tarok's shaft had filled Lara's mouth completely and she couldn't push in anymore, Lara paused and looked up at him, waiting for instructions. The sight of her twinkle beady eyes and little mouth full of his cock almost sent Tarok over the edge. He looked at the ceiling for a couple of seconds.

"Ahhhhh, start...pulling your head back, when you reach the tip, push back in. Don't rush, do it at your own pace," panted Tarok. As Lara set forth to do that, he grabbed one of her hand and guided her to stroke the rest of his cock where her mouth couldn't reach. Soon Lara was able to set into a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his length with determination.

Lara didn't know what was more erotic: the naughty slurping sounds that's coming from her mouth or the hisses and gasps of her husband. Whatever it was, she found out that she liked giving Tarok oral, simply because it got more reactions out of him than penetrating sex like last night.

Finally, after excruciating yet marvelously long minutes of sucking and stroking, Tarok felt the boiling cum in his balls could not be contained any longer. Beneath him, Lara didn't notice the signs of his impending climax and was still happily sucking. He growled, "I'm coming. Pull back but...aghhh...not completely." Lara complied. He figured he still had a few seconds more, but as Lara pulled her head back, her tongue accidentally brushed his cockslit and Tarok exploded. His head tipped back and he roared as his sperm slathered Lara's mouth. His hard cock jerked violently, his hip bucked, pushing his cock into her mouth a bit, yet Lara bravely held on and kept his seed sealed tight in her mouth. The forcefulness of his climax scared Lara a bit.

When he was finally spent, Lara withdrew from his glistening cock. She reached to the nightstand and looked for something to empty her mouth but Tarok put a hand on her shoulder.

"Swallow it," said Tarok, still panting.

Lara looked at him with a mouthful of sperm. Swallow? That's so lewd!

"Please?" He didn't care that's he begging, he had to see it.

Lara blinked several times before she acquiesced. With one big gulp, the product of his love went down her throat. The saltiness lingered on her tongue, but overall, it didn't taste bad.

Tarok hand went on her face to brush her left cheek. "I love you," said Tarok with an appreciated smile.

"Do you like it?"

Tarok regarded her with a curious look. Then he laughed. He didn't expect such an innocent question after she had just sucked his cock.

"You just swallowed my answer." Tarok grinned at her. "Next time, more kissing and touching before you put it in would be better."

Lara laughed. Tarok did too, but their laughter was rudely interrupted by a loud bang on the door.

"Tarok, it's an emergency," cried Erika.

That's a long chapter! The end is next. Stay tuned.

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