The First Flame part 30

My laptop’s screen turned black and it has not returned. I guess the smut I was typing was too spicy. I’m using my sister’s laptop until I figure out what to do with my broken one, so don’t worry about missing my updates

Brent charged into the room, desperate to get a look at his son.

“He’s asleep,” Ran whispered.

“I am sorry for being late. I got here as soon as I could, but there was a rainstorm and-” he sighed. “Is he in pain?”

“No. We have him medicated.” Ran rubbed Eon’s shoulder as she spoke. “He comes in and out, but he has been getting better.”

“I don’t understand. How did this happen?”

“A hunting accident,” Ran vaguely explained. She didn’t want to stress him by sharing that Eon felt unworthy. Brent would find a way to blame himself.

He walked up to Eon, and placed a hand over his heart. “He is a good boy. A good man, I should say. He is not so little anymore.”

Ran smiled. Whether he realized it or not, Brent was a good father.

“He is. I’ll make sure he’s taken care of. Why don’t you go rest? Put down those bags and get some food. I’ll go send someone to get you as soon as Eon wakes.”

Brent left, and Ran resumed looking over Eon. He woke up that night and spoke with his father. 

The more he healed, the bigger his appetite got. Getting him off the bed to walk around for a few minutes and clean himself up was the hardest part of the day. Eon was heavy, so it was difficult to support his weight.

He grumbled about wanting to go outside and having things to do, although he could barely put one foot in front of the other. Ran couldn’t smack him upside the head- not yet, so she settled with sassing him.

She brought in board games sometimes. He was still grumpy, but she was happy to see that he at least had the energy to be moody.

Two weeks later, he could walk around on his own. Ran still hovered over him as if he was a toddler about to drop. His chest pained him, but his legs were strong.

“Call Lamara. I am ready to be discharged.”

“I’ll discharge you into the next life if you don’t lay down!”

He sank onto the bed. “This is boring. I want to leave. I am telling you that I am fine.”

“I just don’t want you to get worse. When you do get out of here, I don’t want you doing anything extreme to get anyone’s approval, okay? You have my approval, and that’s what matters.” She brought over a wet cloth and began wiping his chest. Although he could bathe himself, she didn’t want him tiring out.

“I almost dropped dead when I saw you bleeding out. You matter so much to me. If you-”

The wet cloth she held to his skin slid from his neck to his shoulder when Eon clamped a hand on the small of her back and brought her closer. He kissed her, and she tried to pull away in fear of distressing his injury.

Eon stared into her wide eyes. “Are you pulling away because you are afraid?”

“No, because you’re going to rip open your-”

He dove back in and shut her up.

Ran couldn’t fight any longer.

His stubbornness finally won, and it was taking what it wanted. His tongue ravaged her mouth with a ferocity that made her think of all the times she found him staring at her. She always smiled back at him. She had been so worried about his injuries that sex was the furthest thing on her mind. Maybe Eon’s thoughts were not as innocent.

She struggled to keep up with his tongue, and yelped a little into his mouth when he smashed their chests together.

She forced her face away, so he made out with her neck instead.

“Be careful. Your injury!”

He bit her neck, and she gasped her surprise to the ceiling.

Someone knocked. It was probably Lamara coming to check on Eon.

Ran surprised herself by roaring, “come back later!”

Eon cupped the back of her head and claimed her mouth. His hold on her hair was gentle, but his lips merciless. Wanting to separate their chests to protect his injury, Ran swung a leg over and straddled him and pushed him to lie down.

“Hey,” Lamara walked in. “I just wanted to- oops.” She found her patient looking livelier than ever.

Ran didn’t care to stop, or to acknowledge the poor woman. She was too busy kissing Eon, too busy grinding on him- when did that start?

“I’ll be back!” Lamara slammed the door behind her.

It would be awkward seeing her later, but now, all that mattered was the itch that was traveling down their throats and to their groins.

When Eon tried to sit up, Ran gently pushed him. She needed to find a way to keep him lying down and stop messing around with his stitches. Something to distract him.

She smirked as she kissed up his jawline and to his ear.

“What is so amusing?” he panted.

Did he realize that he was thrusting into her covered cunt?

She reached under his loincloth, and he groaned with newfound pain when she circled his cock.

Their eyes found each other- excited, devious, lustful. Neither could believe they were doing this.

Ran lifted her hips. Eon’s bulbous tip touched her entrance, and then she was the one groaning. This heavy, warm, potent dick deserved worship.

Time to pull him into this throne.

She dipped her hips as she held her own weight on the bed, and then he was stretching her insides. She was so slick, and he was so perfectly curved to fuck her cunt, that there was no resistance.

Eon’s eyes flicked down to their union, and he wasn’t able to look away. Finally, he was tamed. He didn’t try to sit up; only stared at her pussy stretching around his cock.

With a smirk, Ran put on a show. She raised herself, and sank down until he was fully embedded inside her. Her smirk faded with every centimeter she dropped, because she couldn’t find an end to the man. He filled her inch after inch, until she worried that she wouldn’t be deep enough to seat him. When she finally bottomed out, she felt a hint of pain, but that wasn’t going to stop her from bouncing on him until he was convinced her pussy was the only sedative he needed.

Eon was beautiful under her. His dark flesh countered her lighter complexion, only to mix with it when he sank into her.

She retreated to his tip, and began a slow, gentle pace. She wasn’t sure if she was too juicy between her thighs, or if Eon was producing a lot of pre-cum, but it only took a few strokes to hear the crackling of their flesh mixing.

Eon’s hands found her hips, but she pushed them over his head because she didn’t want him to stress his side. Eon didn’t like that.

Next thing she knew, she was the one on the bed, and an angry Ezronian male was behind her, slamming his pelvis against her exposed cheeks. He was an enraged beast as he pinned her thighs open to make way for his monstrous cock. He fucked her fast-- pure lightning, and her cheeks thundered with every pound.

“You’re go-ing to hur-t your-”

He thrust so hard that her mouth was stuffed full of a blanket. 

Ran arched her back, and her long hair touched her ass. Eon was quick to fist it. He didn’t want anything obstructing his view from Ran’s pink cheeks, and the steady glistering cock-full that he shoved into her.

With every thrust, the bed was inching away, and Ran’s stance slipped. They reached the window, and Ran could see her parents talking outside while her male did wicked things behind her.

Vrox hugged Kira innocently. He was unaware that Ran was hugging a cock a few stories above. 

The princess’ vision was blurred, her mouth agape, and her pussy clenching as it either begged for mercy or for more. The naughtiness of it all had butterflies erupt in her lower belly. She clenched around him, as her mouth opened to gasp.

Eon surged in, held his position, and spilled inside her.

Ran’s eyes looked out the window and locked on her parents. They were talking to each other now, still unaware.

Whoops. I really did it this time.