Uncertain Future Ch. 09

He couldn't hear her. His raised his hip and lined up his rod with her opening, the tip was leaking with need.

Lara panicked. She wasn't ready, especially when he's being aggressive like this. Luckily, in a moment of fright-induced clarity, she remembered a way to stop him. Lara hugged his neck. Her hands frantically searched and found his sweet spot just below the nape and pressed it down with all her strength.

He roared in pain. His body froze and lurched forwards. His hip slammed into her, but his cock missed its intended target and slid between their stomachs. Every muscle in his massive body tensed up as if he had been hit by lightning. Lara was spared from being crushed by his bulky mass thanks to Tarok's elbows keeping his upper body hovering just an inch above her. The sweet spot worked so well that he couldn't move, and after five seconds Lara realized he couldn't breathe either. She loosened the pressure a bit.

The effect was noticeable. Tarok muscles relaxed a bit, and he was able to draw slow laborious breaths again.

"Tarok, please calm down. You'll hurt me."

Her plead penetrated the lustful fog that had covered Tarok's mind. He lifted his head, which was buried in the bedsheet when he fell forward, and saw the fright on her face. His senses restarted, and he could smell her terror and felt the shakiness in her hands. The lustful fog immediately dissipated and was replaced by gut-wrenching guilt.

"Did I...hurt you?" asked Tarok.

"N-no, but you're scaring me."

He breathed in deeply. Tarok straightened his arms and shifted his body up, away from Lara.

"You can...let go of me now."

Lara was still frightened, but his eyes was no longer burning like before. They were the same as she had always remembered. She let go of him. With the pressure on his sweet spot relieved, Tarok's muscles worked again. He got off Lara and knelt on the bed. Lara did too.

"I'm sorry. I...lost control of myself. I didn't mean...to scare you," Tarok said between each laborious breath.

Tarok looked at the bedsheet in shame. Lara followed his gaze and noticed his throbbing cock. The thing was so swollen and hard, it seemed painful. And it's still leaking with every throb.

"You're in discomfort, right?" asked Lara.

Tarok nodded quietly.

"And you need relief."

He nodded again. It pained Lara to see her husband in this state.

"Let me help you," said Lara. She edged closer to him and took his shaft in her hands. Tarok gasped and slumped forward, almost knocking her over. Lara started moving her hands up and down his cock. Despite her slow starting strokes, Tarok seized up as if she was giving him the most mind-blowing handjob of all time. He stumbled forward and had to grab the headboard of the bed above Lara's head to hold himself up. Lara was once again stuck, this time between the headboard and her husband's hulking body. His breaths grew even quicker as Lara continued with her hands, his body shook with such intensity that Lara feared he could collapse. Still, she focused on her task and increased her pace.

He didn't last long. Less than a minute later, his cock jerked once, then twice, then he came. It was like an explosion. Stuck between the headboard and Tarok's body, Lara had nowhere to go, so she aimed his cock at her stomach. His hip bucked forwards, and he humped her hands with every spurt of come. She sat still and patiently let streams of searing hot semen splattered on her body. Lara held on and endured for her husband.

The orgasm took almost a minute to finish. Tarok came enough to soak her completely from the neck down. Lara felt like she was having a fever over how hot her skin felt.

Tarok panted for a solid minute. When he had recovered, he dropped a hand to rub his wife's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you, Lara. I really need that," whispered Tarok.

She looked up at him. He was flustered, but that palpable lust was no longer on his face. Lara sighed in relief. He had returned to his normal self.

Tarok surveyed his wife and the mess that she's in, then he grabbed a towel on the nightstand, which Lara had prepared earlier, and proceeded to wipe Lara clean of his come.

"Thank you," Lara said while her husband took care of her. She made a mental note to wash that towel tomorrow. And the bedsheet too. All this laundry could take the entire morning. The mundanity of the chores after Tarok's intense rampage amused her so much, Lara chuckled.

"What is it?" Tarok asked while wiping between her thighs.

"Nothing much. I was thinking what a mess you just made."

He gave her a funny look, then he chortled.

"I'm sorry. But not being with you for a week did that to me."

"Is that also the reason why you jumped at me like that?"

Tarok sighed. He sat down beside her and put the dirty towel away. "When I was on the road, it's hard being cold and wet. Sleeping in a tent is not good either, but I was ready for all of that. What I didn't expect was how much I missed you, I can't stop thinking about you at night when I'm trying to sleep. And I'm a minotaur, with my instinctual need. It frustrated me so much this past week. And when I come in and see you in that dress, so lovely, so desirable... I lost control of myself, Lara."

Lara and Tarok both looked at the tattered chiffon dress.

"Forgive me. Not just about the dress, but also about how I acted. I'm sorry I scared you. Thanks the gods you stopped me in time. I would never hurt you on purpose. This won't happen again, I swear."

"I forgive you. And I need to apologize, too. I doubted you. I was such a stupid and needy girl." Lara folded her arms under her chest. "I was so wrong to think that you were uncaring. I guess...," Lara paused and swallowed, "I guess I was afraid. You are the only one in this world that I can call family, and I couldn't bear the thought of you not loving me anymore."

Tarok could say a thousand words to assure her of his faithfulness, to show how much he loved her. But he said much less than that. "I love you. That will never change."

And it was enough for Lara. She smiled at him gratefully. Tarok put a hand on her waist and pulled her to his side. Lara leaned her head on his chest.

Tarok picked up the pieces of fabric that used to be Lara's nightdress. The dress, or what left of it, looked like a little girl's clothes in his hand.

"I'll tell Erika to buy you a new one."

"Tarok, I made it myself."

Tarok looked like if someone had dropped a ton of rock on his hoof.

"You looked really beautiful in it," he muttered weakly.

Lara chuckled at how funny his guilty face looked. "You don't have to flatter me. I'll make another. Do you have any suggestions?"

"For the dress?"

"Yes. I wear it for you too, you know."

"Well, in that case, if you can make it shorter—"

"Tarokkk!" Lara yelled, but she couldn't help but laughed at his request. Tarok laughed too. Lara was happy again, which pleased him. Speaking of pleasing...

"Can we talk about clothing tomorrow? My lovely wife has been by herself all week, and I bet she wants some attention now," said Tarok, turning to Lara.

Lara's face grew hot at his suggestion. She said shyly, "I'd love that very much."

Tarok wasted no time. He kissed Lara and picked her up into his arms without breaking the kiss. Lara moaned breathlessly as she felt her husband easily handled her like a doll. And Lara loved it. His left hand held her midsection while the other went south and explored her firm backside. He kneaded and squeezed her soft flesh, savoring the feeling of Lara's body after a long week being away from it.

Tarok's cock, which remained stiff after his first ejaculation, now ached and throbbed again. The undulation of Lara's stomach against it excited the pulsing shaft even more, and soon it leaked lubricant again. It felt so good that Tarok couldn't ignore his shaft anymore. He ended the kiss.

Lara looked into his burning eyes and knew what he wanted. "Let me lay down first," said Lara.

"No need. We do it now." Tarok guided her legs so they encircled his waist. Then both of his hands held on to her butt.

"While sitting?"

Tarok nodded. "Guide me in with your hands," he said by her ear.

Lara wasn't expecting to try a new position for her second time, but the sultry heat of his breath by her ear convinced her right away. He lifted her up while Lara fumbled with his cock underneath. She gasped at how much heat his cock was radiating. Slowly, Lara angled the flared, dripping cockhead at her own opening.

"Ready?" Tarok asked. Lara nodded. He gently lowered her, pausing for a second when his tip met her moist lips.

"Ahhh", Lara moaned and Tarok hissed. Lara's hands were nice, but the feeling of penetration was unparalleled, especially when it was Lara's pussy that was enveloping him. Just like Lara's first time, Tarok penetrated her slowly and lowered Lara inch by inch, letting her body get used to his cock. When he reached the limit of Lara's depth, Tarok stopped and let the mind-numbingly good feeling to sink in fully. "I loved this," uttered Tarok. Lara just mewled her agreement.

Tarok lifted her up and set her down slowly. Her labia gripped his cock so wonderfully.

He did it again. She resumed hugging him. Her head rested on his shoulder.

He did it again. Tarok could hear the wet squishing sound of his cock rubbing her pussy lips. She was so wet.

By the fourth time they were properly fucking. Tarok bounced Lara on his lap in a gentle rhythm. He wanted to focus on his wife for now. Since he had his orgasm, it would be awhile before he felt the need to unload again.

Lara desperately cling onto his chest, not because he was going too fast—although he was getting close to it—but because she felt too good; she thought that if she let go of him, she would flail backwards. Her legs had turned to dough, her hands to jelly. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was too busy moaning and gasping to do it. Her body didn't follow her orders anymore. Now it was Tarok who controlled it. It was he who lifted her up and down, it was he who set the tempo, and it was his cock that went in and out of her pussy, giving her pleasure beyond her imagination. With a firm grasp on her body, Tarok fucked his wife with a deliberate and steady pace, and Lara loved it. She surrendered control of her body completely and let him take her to the climax.

Her breaths grew quicker and quicker until it was clear that she was close. Tarok increased his speed. The wet slapping sound became louder and faster. When her fingers dug into his skin and she cried out into his chest, Tarok pulled her down completely, plunging his cock as deep as possible. Then he basked in the sensation of Lara's orgasmic convulsions squeezing his cock.

Tarok put a hand on Lara's back and petted her shaking body while she recovered from her orgasm. Lara loved it so much, she moaned like a kitten. A very satisfied kitten.

When she had recovered, Tarok lifted her off his cock and set her back on his lap, his cock wedged between Lara's butt cheeks. He licked her face, his tongue swept away beads of sweat on her cheek. For Tarok, licking wasn't strictly a sexual thing. It was also his way of showing affection. Lara giggled.

"Are you tired, after moving me like that?" Lara asked.

"No, you're not a big girl," he said, stopped licking her and brushed strands of hair out of her forehead. Lara pressed her head against his palm, which made Tarok chuckled. "I carried you from the forest back to camp, remembered?" he said.

"Even when you're wounded. I remember," Lara said, giving him a kiss on the chest. "I love my big and strong husband."

Tarok's cock jerked and gave Lara's bottom a little smack.

"You like compliment, huh?" Lara said with giggle.

Tarok didn't reply. He simply put each of his palm on her ass, get off the bed and stood up, holding her aloft in the air. Lara, shocked by his sudden movement, instinctively clutched his neck for support.

"Release my neck, Lara," Tarok said in a firm voice. "Trust me."

She did as he told. Then he lifted her up further. He curved his left hand under her butt and let his right hand hung limp. The single left hand that was supporting her entire weight didn't shake with physical assertion, his muscles didn't strain, and he didn't need to lean backwards to balance her weight. She was already small compared to him, but when he held her aloft like this, Lara felt tiny. He grinned at her.

"How big and strong is your husband now?"

She completely swooned over his display of strength. Her husband was showing off, but he clearly had the brawn to back himself up. Lara struggled to contain her breath. A new sensation flooded her mind. For the first time in her life, Lara felt horny. She wanted to be taken by her husband. She wanted to feel him inside her again. Now. Her thighs quivered from her newfound horniness.

Lara tugged at the fur on his chest and looked at her husband. "Tarok", she called meekly to him. Just a single soft-spoken word, but her voice expressed everything she wanted to say. And if there were any doubts, Lara's flushed cheeks resolved them for Tarok.

He moved his hands under her butt so that both of them were supporting her weight. He was strong but not careless, and he needed to be in full control for what about to happen next. Tarok dug his nose into her hair and sniffed. When Lara was horny, she smelled outright sexy.

Lara sensed what he was planning to do and held onto his shoulder. He lifted her hip slightly up, then he lowered her on his erection. Her wetness from the previous orgasm let him enter and withdrew with ease. In a few short seconds he was fucking her with a vigor Lara never knew. He thrust his pelvis in time to meet Lara's downward hip, forming a rhythm that penetrated her as deep as he could.

Lara cried out every time Tarok's hard cock plunged into her, her fingered clawed and scratched his skin, which only urged Tarok to increase his speed. She could hear the deep rumbling from his chest, the growls and grunt from her lusting husband, which, when mixed with the lewd smacking of her bottom and his pelvis, gave her a delicious shudder. Lara was used to gentle lovemaking, but she loved this form of rougher sex just as much.

When Lara's pussy clamped down on his cock, signaling her second orgasm of the night, Tarok was still going strong and show no signs of coming. Yet, he slowed down and eventually stopped, letting her catch a break. Lara's eyelids fluttered, her mouth opened agape to draw in air. The post-orgasmic pleasure was so great that she felt in what she later called a "delirious" state of mind. In it, all kinds of inhibitions of being the "proper lady" were swept away, the only thing in her mind then was to make Tarok happy. To do that, Lara did something that she never thought she would do: she craned her head and sucked on the swell of his masculine throat—one of his most sensitive spot.

"Love me more," purred Lara beneath his chin.

Her husband was more than eager to indulge her.

Tarok didn't stop when Lara came the third time. Her outpouring juices coated his entire length and assaulted his nose and sent him into a frenzy. He rocked into Lara for a minute more, and with a deep, final stroke, he exploded inside Lara's pulsing pussy. He hugged Lara as tight as possible without smothering her petite frame while his spasming cock flooded her insides. His semen poured out of their joint genitals, coated his balls and dripped onto the floor. Tarok staggered backwards and flopped on the bed, panting. With unusual difficulty, he pulled Lara off his cock and laid her down on her back. She had passed out the moment he came, but her eyelids opened again when she felt the bed underneath her.

"I love it when you're being naughty," Tarok said with a smirk. He grabbed another towel and cleaned himself.

Lara flushed. "That was...strange. I didn't know what got into me."

"Well, I did, repeatedly."

"Tarokkkk!"

He laughed and handed her the towel. He watched as his wife timidly wiped herself. She was once again the "prim and proper" girl. Tarok had no problem with his wife being her usual self, but he'd definitely try to lure that sexy version of his wife out some other time.

When she was done, Lara put the ruined towel under the nightstand. One more thing to the laundry list. When she turned around to face Tarok, he was next to her. Then he lay on his stomach and placed his head on her thighs. She felt the mild prickling of the hair of his chin and neck.

"What are you doing?" Lara asked, giggling.

"Just relax for a moment."

"Let me help you then." Lara weaved her hands into his smooth hair and ruffled his mane. Tarok made the most satisfying "ahhh" Lara had ever heard. His head somehow sunk deeper into Lara's creamy thighs as he closed his eyes.

Lara burst out laughing. Tarok opened his eyes and looked at her quizzically.

"You really like this, do you?" said Lara, covering her mouth with one hand. "Your ears flicked back and forth when I scratch your head."

"Oh," Tarok uttered. "I forgot I do that. The last person to scratch my head was my mother. She found it very amusing too."

"It's hard not to. I mean, you look like a giant pet."

Indeed, Tarok, the hulking minotaur, the biggest and strongest warrior he'd ever knew, was laying docilely on his wife's lap, getting head scratches. If his men saw him now...

But the thought didn't bother Tarok much. His men weren't here; besides, Lara loved this sight of him, so it's fine. In fact, a funny idea popped into his head.

"A pet, huh?" Tarok said as he pushed himself up to the level of Lara's face. "Sure, I could be your pet. You just have to feed, groom and bath me daily. Most importantly, you have to satisfy my every need. How's that sound?"

Lara laughed again. "That's a lot of work. I'd rather have you as my husband." She hugged Tarok and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"If you insist," Tarok said, slumping back to his soft cushion. Lara resumed her massage.

"Do you want to cuddle and sleep?" Lara asked, holding back laughter as she playfully pinched one of his ears.

"Mmmm. I will, later."

Despite Lara's soothing touch, Tarok's mind was not entirely relaxed. Her cheerful laughter made him think about her, which he had been doing for the past week. Despite all the horribleness she went through, Lara retained her innocent and naivete, even her childishness. It's not her fault, she was raised a priestess, protected from the world and was destined to lead a pleasant life among the people who respect and care for her. But the world right now was far from perfect, and she needed to learn how to survive in it. Tarok knew who would make the perfect teacher for Lara—his trusty secretary. Maybe someday she would take over the old woman's duty. Lara wouldn't be alone in her maturing journey, she would always find him by her side. Always.

Another thing that'd been bugging him was Lara's wish for children. She accepted being childless and married to him, but she could change her mind in the future. He couldn't provide one for her, and the only person who had the knowledge to do so had died in her lair. The thought of having a child had never even crossed his mind once. But if Lara one day decided to have one, finding a parentless child in these harsh times should not be hard. He wanted Lara to be happy, so he's willing to try.

One thing for certain, he would announce his marriage to everyone tomorrow. No more secrets. Lara would take her rightful place next to him in public.

"Is something on your mind, Tarok? You seem pensive," asked Lara.

He looked at Lara. "I'll tell you tomorrow." He yawned and closed his eyes.

Lara nodded and continued massaging. Tarok's satisfied hums become quieter, until they stopped completely. The room was silent, except for his steady breathing.