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rest of him, the thick, heavy weight of it coming to rest like a heated iron bar across the open lips of her mound. It rested there between them, the huge flushed tip spearing upwards almost as though it rose from the wet curls of her own sex, as though it might belong to either of them, a shared secret of pleasure nestled between the cup of their joined bodies.
    He let her thighs go, let her legs fold naturally around the angles of his waist as though they belonged there, captor and captured. His hands came to rest in the thick dirt at her sides as he leaned forward, blocking out the sun above her, the brightness of it casting a halo of light all around the ridges and curls of his braided vines. His lips curved in a smile, then curled further to bare white teeth and the tip of his tongue as he drew in a slow, deep breath through his mouth. "My queen," he rasped, and it was no imagination on her part that put that rough, breathless note to his voice, "will you open the way?"
    It wasn't one of the ritual phrases, nothing that had been passed down to each maiden, nothing that she knew how to respond to. But as he said it he moved, pressing up against her in a smooth stroke that dragged the length of his cock up over her sex, a long rasp of fire up her spine as he rubbed himself between her open lips and against the nub of her clit. The head of his cock wetly nudged the skin above her navel, the long, heavy breadth of him pressing her from sex to halfway up her stomach, more than half the length and thickness of her own forearm.
    He repeated it, a slow thrust, press, and rocking motion that made Ninia cling to him, her legs wrapped around his hips, pressing up into each stroke. By the time she caught the rhythm of it, her whole body undulating unconsciously with the motion, his cock gleamed wetly between them. The dusky shade of his skin was deeper still and wet with her desire. Watering the fields, she thought as she watched his shaft surge up across her belly and retreat once more, her whole sex burning with the need for more. The glistening head that nudged at her belly was wet, pearly beads of dew welling up from the tip. Her breath came ragged and it wasn’t enough any more just to lay beneath him, moving with him. Digging her shoulders into the dirt, she pressed her heels to the small of his back and lifted herself up more, curling, to chase after his next thrust.
    His nostrils flared, something like a growl escaping him as his cock slipped upwards between the dripping lips of her sex, the width of him spreading her wide around his girth. If he had been slick before, now he was soaked; Ninia cried out, panting, feeling the wet rush through her cunt as she rocked her hips upwards to grind her sex in hard strokes against the underside of his erection. The fire was burning through her again, she couldn't have stopped if she had wanted to, but wanting to was the last thing on her mind with white hot streaks of pleasure flaring up from her core. Harder and harder - she was the one thrusting against him now, rubbing and squirming as though her hips had a mind of their own, her breath coming in little sharp pants like an animal trapped at bay.
    The god of the fields opened his mouth, teeth bared in a fierce white row, a sound like a groan rising up from deep in his chest. His hands came down on Ninia's arms to pin her to the dirt as he surged over her, his thrusts hard and fast, cock slapping her cunt and belly with wet sounds as he rutted against the wet mound of her sex. Clear drops of liquid beaded up and dripped down from the slit of his erection and where the head rubbed against her navel it left slick streaks behind that trailed across her skin. Ninia clung to him, the whole of her lower back lifted from the ground, hips snapping up to meet each powerful thrust of his until, with a cry, the fire surged up and over her again, shaking her in its grasp as the sensation built up in her sex exploded.
    Above her, the god