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I got myself a new pet
"Ow!"
Deadpool gasps a bit, pulling his finger to his mouth to suck on it a bit. Yet, strange creature that he is, and conditioned as he was by Analise, the sting is a bit of a turn-on even without the magic. At this point, it's a purely psychosomatic turn-on, but there is much power in what the mind thinks should happen. The warning is unfortunately misinterpreted, but the bee cannot be at fault for that - it has limited communication at its disposal.
He turns to find her pulling on the dress, and blinks. But hadn't she just said...? But the bee. Perhaps it had been trying to tell him that she was lying. As much as he loved her, Anna would lie in an attempt to beat Analise. But then, so too would Analise lie to beat Anna. He had no idea how to juggle them both, make them both happy, but he did have to chase Ana down...if indeed it was Ana. A part of him thrilled that she could still be alive. Another part, a carnal part, needed to take her. Intriguing rationale floated through his mind that such carnal magic was exactly what had strengthened Analise before, so it may be required again to save her.
He takes several moments to rub in the cream that made him Wade for Analise, and then follows her out to the Apiary, careful not to come at her too strong, but waiting to see if it awakens something in her like it did him. If him looking like Wade awakens something, anything, in her. Careful to see if Analise would arise to invite him to save her. Anna may hate him now, but there may still be a chance with half of her...
But he would still save Anna, he told himself firmly. He would save them both. He wouldn't let Anna get smothered again.
Deadpool gasps a bit, pulling his finger to his mouth to suck on it a bit. Yet, strange creature that he is, and conditioned as he was by Analise, the sting is a bit of a turn-on even without the magic. At this point, it's a purely psychosomatic turn-on, but there is much power in what the mind thinks should happen. The warning is unfortunately misinterpreted, but the bee cannot be at fault for that - it has limited communication at its disposal.
He turns to find her pulling on the dress, and blinks. But hadn't she just said...? But the bee. Perhaps it had been trying to tell him that she was lying. As much as he loved her, Anna would lie in an attempt to beat Analise. But then, so too would Analise lie to beat Anna. He had no idea how to juggle them both, make them both happy, but he did have to chase Ana down...if indeed it was Ana. A part of him thrilled that she could still be alive. Another part, a carnal part, needed to take her. Intriguing rationale floated through his mind that such carnal magic was exactly what had strengthened Analise before, so it may be required again to save her.
He takes several moments to rub in the cream that made him Wade for Analise, and then follows her out to the Apiary, careful not to come at her too strong, but waiting to see if it awakens something in her like it did him. If him looking like Wade awakens something, anything, in her. Careful to see if Analise would arise to invite him to save her. Anna may hate him now, but there may still be a chance with half of her...
But he would still save Anna, he told himself firmly. He would save them both. He wouldn't let Anna get smothered again.
She moves slowly. Drifts. It leaves him time to follow and for her to pull up all the little nuances of body behaviour that make Analise different from Anna and from herself.
The bees are busy with their hive but slightly agitated. They feel her for who she is, but they are still bound by the pact so they don't attack. Ana's soul is shattered but there is just enough of her for them to recognize, although they are distressed and unsure like the agitation before a forest fire.
Annette settles in a shady patch of clover where Analise has spent long hours and curls her feet under her, watching the distressed bees and finally bringing her eyes to rest on Wade who is not far but keeping a respectful distance. These little things must be so confusing for him.
Good.
The bees are busy with their hive but slightly agitated. They feel her for who she is, but they are still bound by the pact so they don't attack. Ana's soul is shattered but there is just enough of her for them to recognize, although they are distressed and unsure like the agitation before a forest fire.
Annette settles in a shady patch of clover where Analise has spent long hours and curls her feet under her, watching the distressed bees and finally bringing her eyes to rest on Wade who is not far but keeping a respectful distance. These little things must be so confusing for him.
Good.
It's odd. He hears the swarming, but it's hard to differentiate it from happy swarming. He's only ever understood the buzzing when it was chanting Analise's name in his mind, and even then he hadn't recognized it for what it was. Even now, he didn't know that Analise had insinuated herself into his mind so thoroughly through magic with her bees. He knew some things, but naturally she had kept other things to herself. Why did he need to know that without that push, he might never have wanted her more than Anna? Why would it ever be a good thing for Analise if he questioned his loyalty to her, if he questioned the foundation upon which their relationship was built -- the relationship that had allowed her to once and for all do away with that pesky Anna shadow? And of course, this had become especially true once she realized she had feelings for him as well. She did not want his loyalty to waver, for reasons that went above and beyond wanting to remain on top.
Is it any wonder, then, that although he doesn't hear Analise's name in the buzzing (which he'd never realized had come from the buzzing anyway), that he thinks it may be her? That she may be calling to him? He watches her find Ana's favorite spot, and he sucks in his breath a little. Could it be..her? The body language has shifted, it really does resemble her. Yet he doesn't dare call out to her...not when Anna had already said in no uncertain terms how hurt she'd felt, how angry she was, and that Analise was dead. If he was wrong...there might be no repairing things with Anna. Ever.
But if it was Analise...
Is it any wonder, then, that although he doesn't hear Analise's name in the buzzing (which he'd never realized had come from the buzzing anyway), that he thinks it may be her? That she may be calling to him? He watches her find Ana's favorite spot, and he sucks in his breath a little. Could it be..her? The body language has shifted, it really does resemble her. Yet he doesn't dare call out to her...not when Anna had already said in no uncertain terms how hurt she'd felt, how angry she was, and that Analise was dead. If he was wrong...there might be no repairing things with Anna. Ever.
But if it was Analise...
Annette sits there in the clover with patience. She is bored of course, and finds the bees annoying with their incessant noise and frantic buzzing. But manipulation is a game and she only has to let Wade's mind work against him. Feed him the clues... like breadcrumbs. Hadn't his courtship with Analise been fraught along these lines? Repetition and synchronicity.
The sun has moved in the sky when she finally decides enough is enough. She makes an audible gasp and falls back into the clover and waits for him to rescue her.
The sun has moved in the sky when she finally decides enough is enough. She makes an audible gasp and falls back into the clover and waits for him to rescue her.
What made her so perfect of a villain for him in her distilled hatred of all of his betrayal backed by all of the passion she'd ever had for him - perfect passionate hatred - was that she knew him entirely too well. She had the knowledge, and she had Analise's talent for manipulating him. His mind did work against him, reading Analise into every tiny movement until he was sure it was her, until he'd completely overlook any signs to the contrary in that hopeful certainty. It had cost her boredom, but her patience was rewarded with a wide buffer for error...not that she'd likely need it.
He rushed forward as she fell back, picking her up and holding her cheek. "Analise!" He doesn't even question his cry of her name, so sure he is that it's her.
He rushed forward as she fell back, picking her up and holding her cheek. "Analise!" He doesn't even question his cry of her name, so sure he is that it's her.
The way the dress drapes from his arm cradling her legs as he holds her against him must trigger memories of happier times as they had moved the hives from the condo roof to the patch of sunny woodland... walks to the river and the scenic hideaway where one spring morning she had stripped him and lavished hours of attention on him just because...
The body he holds is slimmer of course. Almost boney. He must know Analise would have hated it. She makes him wait three heartbeats. And then a fourth and then opens her eyes slowly. Those are her eyes, aren't they? [And Anna's...]
"Wade?"
The body he holds is slimmer of course. Almost boney. He must know Analise would have hated it. She makes him wait three heartbeats. And then a fourth and then opens her eyes slowly. Those are her eyes, aren't they? [And Anna's...]
"Wade?"
Wade sucks in his breath, and pulls her to him in a deep embrace of a hug, burying himself in her neck. She's right...the dress, the scene, everything calls to mind those happier memories. They'd had their happy ending. They had been in love, married, with no threat. Analise had ascended. There was nothing else left in her waiting to further ascend and take her place. She was whole finally, as Anna had always wished to be, and Anna was in her, part of that whole. It should have been the end. He'd even considered giving up Deadpool, for her. She never said it aloud, but the way she encouraged Wade, he knew that she didn't care as much for Deadpool. He had mentioned it to her, once, right before she had disappeared...and the smile that had lit up her face had been positively radiant. (What he hadn't considered was that Wade was hers, and he had just offered to do away with that part of him that was Anna's too...to move on to an entirely new life with her. Oh how tragic that shortly after that, she had been subsumed one last, fateful time by Anna.)
"Analise," he swallows, smiling through the tears a little. "If only I could heal you again with your name like I did before."
"Analise," he swallows, smiling through the tears a little. "If only I could heal you again with your name like I did before."
"I'm scared that I can get better. I don't even know if I'm Me anymore.. when I look in the mirror..."
She turns her face, buries it against him and snakes her arms around him, to hold him close. "But being here with you makes me feel safe."
She has to pace herself. Just feed him bit by bit, let his own mind make connections and fabricate what he needs.
"Hold me like this? Just for a while..."
She turns her face, buries it against him and snakes her arms around him, to hold him close. "But being here with you makes me feel safe."
She has to pace herself. Just feed him bit by bit, let his own mind make connections and fabricate what he needs.
"Hold me like this? Just for a while..."
"You are you. I don't care what you look like, or what your personality is at the moment. You are you."
He holds her just as she requests, right there, letting the solitude and magic of the place wash over them. She can probably tell that he is a bit aroused - the bee sting plus her close proximity has assured that - but he makes no move on it. As sickening as it probably is to her, he's actually playing the part of a good husband. Hell, the closest he's even come to trying to fix things for her has been to wish her name would work. She would have him trying to fix things soon enough though - playing in to that distinctly male impulse for her own ends.
"You're safe." He kisses the top of her head. "I'll make sure of it."
But he does worry. Where Constantine saw and enjoyed physical perfection, Wade held a body that he knew Ana would be appalled by. She was perfect, yes, but all he could think of was how uncomfortable she must be in this altered form.
"We'll get you back to where you want to be."
He holds her just as she requests, right there, letting the solitude and magic of the place wash over them. She can probably tell that he is a bit aroused - the bee sting plus her close proximity has assured that - but he makes no move on it. As sickening as it probably is to her, he's actually playing the part of a good husband. Hell, the closest he's even come to trying to fix things for her has been to wish her name would work. She would have him trying to fix things soon enough though - playing in to that distinctly male impulse for her own ends.
"You're safe." He kisses the top of her head. "I'll make sure of it."
But he does worry. Where Constantine saw and enjoyed physical perfection, Wade held a body that he knew Ana would be appalled by. She was perfect, yes, but all he could think of was how uncomfortable she must be in this altered form.
"We'll get you back to where you want to be."
This man's devotion to his mate really was pathetic. How could anyone tolerate such weakness? But she's playing a role and so she gulps for breath, sobbing against his chest although she can only feel how much he desires her. Of course he would. She is utterly perfect.
"If I'm stuck like this... will you still love me?"
It's the utmost manipulation but she takes a secret, gleeful pleasure in it. This whole game isn't worth the effort if he doesn't hate himself at the end of it.
"If I'm stuck like this... will you still love me?"
It's the utmost manipulation but she takes a secret, gleeful pleasure in it. This whole game isn't worth the effort if he doesn't hate himself at the end of it.
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"Of course," he whispers as he holds her.
He has no idea of the manipulation. Honestly, he just wants to make her feel better. If she asked him to tell her that she looked better now, he would do it in a heartbeat. Since he doesn't know that Annette even exists, he can't possibly know how this could be twisted against him in the future. All he knows is that his "wife" is sobbing into his chest, and he wants to make her feel better, and he has a boner for her. That last part is kind of disconcerting, but not as much as it could be since Ana has conditioned him to this being a part of their relationship - of it making her better. She encouraged lust at every turn in her quest to dominate and defeat Anna. It was just a testament to her cursed existence that it could now be used against even the little that was left of her.
"Would...would sex anchor you in your body again?" It is an honest question, really, as much as it should seem a self serving one.
He has no idea of the manipulation. Honestly, he just wants to make her feel better. If she asked him to tell her that she looked better now, he would do it in a heartbeat. Since he doesn't know that Annette even exists, he can't possibly know how this could be twisted against him in the future. All he knows is that his "wife" is sobbing into his chest, and he wants to make her feel better, and he has a boner for her. That last part is kind of disconcerting, but not as much as it could be since Ana has conditioned him to this being a part of their relationship - of it making her better. She encouraged lust at every turn in her quest to dominate and defeat Anna. It was just a testament to her cursed existence that it could now be used against even the little that was left of her.
"Would...would sex anchor you in your body again?" It is an honest question, really, as much as it should seem a self serving one.
Crying is tedious but it only takes a few tears before Wade does exactly what she wants. He offers a suggestion to try to 'fix' things, and more importantly he offers her exactly what she wants.
"I think so. Maybe." she says. She can't be too eager but she pulls away long enough to look at him and she is pleased that he's done something about his appearance. It will make this better for her if he's at least attractive.
"I think so. Maybe." she says. She can't be too eager but she pulls away long enough to look at him and she is pleased that he's done something about his appearance. It will make this better for her if he's at least attractive.
Wade stares at her for a few moments, and nods. It had worked before. It could work again. But that could be the heady sensation of lust crowding out other rational and empathetic thoughts talking, as reasonable as it sounded in context. Lust was such a selfish desire, and once it began to ramp up...it was difficult to see anything past it.
"You are beautiful." He reaches out and cups her face in his hands. "Whatever happened to you...it was in good taste." In fact, he was noticing just how flawless she was, and she could probably see it in his eyes. It wasn't the face or body he recognized, but she was gorgeous. "...and flawless. Wow."
He drew her face in and kissed her, wondering if that spark of the sexual energy would kick things off, help her begin to feel better.
"We've made love here before, many times. Do you remember? It was one of your favorite spots." And with that, he just gave her the means to desecrate something that was meaningful to Analise without even realizing it.
"You are beautiful." He reaches out and cups her face in his hands. "Whatever happened to you...it was in good taste." In fact, he was noticing just how flawless she was, and she could probably see it in his eyes. It wasn't the face or body he recognized, but she was gorgeous. "...and flawless. Wow."
He drew her face in and kissed her, wondering if that spark of the sexual energy would kick things off, help her begin to feel better.
"We've made love here before, many times. Do you remember? It was one of your favorite spots." And with that, he just gave her the means to desecrate something that was meaningful to Analise without even realizing it.
"You weren't supposed to be able to recognize me." She murmurs before he kisses her and deepens the kiss, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "She wanted to disappear forever. I couldn't let that happen!"
She rubs the tears on her cheeks away with the back of her hand and touches his face. "I almost lost you in my weakness."
There is a sick pleasure when he mentions the patch of clover. Analise would enjoy sex in the outdoors, surrounded by her trees and the smell of bees and honey. She smooths her hand down from his face and over his chest. Yes. This is acceptable. She will enjoy this, even if she doesn't have a knife to gut him while he's on top of her.
"I remember. I remember all the times you made love to me. Here and by the water and in the furs on my bed! But bring me back, Wade. We did it once, you can keep me with you for good this time."
She rubs the tears on her cheeks away with the back of her hand and touches his face. "I almost lost you in my weakness."
There is a sick pleasure when he mentions the patch of clover. Analise would enjoy sex in the outdoors, surrounded by her trees and the smell of bees and honey. She smooths her hand down from his face and over his chest. Yes. This is acceptable. She will enjoy this, even if she doesn't have a knife to gut him while he's on top of her.
"I remember. I remember all the times you made love to me. Here and by the water and in the furs on my bed! But bring me back, Wade. We did it once, you can keep me with you for good this time."
"I'm glad," he replies breathily, kissing her again. Those lips...you could fall forever into the feel of them. "Yes...I definitely think I can still love you like this..."
If there is a spark of sadistic glee in her eyes, he misses it in the heat of the moment. He begins to strip her of her dress, carefully. Annette would probably prefer to just rip it to shreds, and if she grows impatient she just might - but then she has a cover to maintain. His hands travel up the expanse of her body, and he breaths in. Is he caressing her skin, or is it caressing him?
"I'll bring you back, Analise Hunt." He thought of bringing back Anna too, but Analise had never liked him to say Anna's name aloud. "I will..."
He kissed along her skin, drawing his tongue across it where he took a mind to. Much as John had discovered, he found she even tasted divine. But he paused as he kissed closer to her center. She'd had no underwear when he'd brought her here. Indeed, Analise's dress had covered her nudity after whatever Phil and Cait and that other guy had been doing to her.
"Are you..." still on the witchy birth control, he wanted to finish. But instead, he amended to, "Should I use a condom?"
If there is a spark of sadistic glee in her eyes, he misses it in the heat of the moment. He begins to strip her of her dress, carefully. Annette would probably prefer to just rip it to shreds, and if she grows impatient she just might - but then she has a cover to maintain. His hands travel up the expanse of her body, and he breaths in. Is he caressing her skin, or is it caressing him?
"I'll bring you back, Analise Hunt." He thought of bringing back Anna too, but Analise had never liked him to say Anna's name aloud. "I will..."
He kissed along her skin, drawing his tongue across it where he took a mind to. Much as John had discovered, he found she even tasted divine. But he paused as he kissed closer to her center. She'd had no underwear when he'd brought her here. Indeed, Analise's dress had covered her nudity after whatever Phil and Cait and that other guy had been doing to her.
"Are you..." still on the witchy birth control, he wanted to finish. But instead, he amended to, "Should I use a condom?"
The dress is quickly thrown away. It had been a prop to help set the mood, and to help convince him that she was Analise. Hurting him had been fun, but it was no longer useful to have him hurt. Now, it was all about her body and his desire for his wife.
"No condom. We're safe. It's not the right time of the month anyway."
It's a lie, and she says it a bit too quickly. But she's Analise Hunt and she can just know these things, can't she?
"Strip down for me. Let me enjoy you before you taste me."
"No condom. We're safe. It's not the right time of the month anyway."
It's a lie, and she says it a bit too quickly. But she's Analise Hunt and she can just know these things, can't she?
"Strip down for me. Let me enjoy you before you taste me."
Her response does give him a slight pause. Analise has never mentioned a time of the month for it -- just that she had witchy herbs that were more natural and far better than the pharmaceuticals. She never trusted modern medicine. The first thing he thinks of, of course, is her menstruation...but somehow he doubts that's what she means. He could be wrong, as this is kind of emergency sex to save her soul (as crazy as that sounds, but then again, what is his life), but...eh. It's not important. (Except it is...but he's crossed over into stupid territory).
He pulls away from her enough to take off his clothing. First he slides off his shirt. It's a well built chest and abdominal region - he has the muscles of a man who fights for a living and has a healing factor to do away with all muscle atrophy. But she's seen it all before - just not through Annette's eyes. Next come the shoes (less sexy, but necessary), the pants, and finally the underwear, revealing that he is already standing at attention for her.
Oh, she has him now.
He pulls away from her enough to take off his clothing. First he slides off his shirt. It's a well built chest and abdominal region - he has the muscles of a man who fights for a living and has a healing factor to do away with all muscle atrophy. But she's seen it all before - just not through Annette's eyes. Next come the shoes (less sexy, but necessary), the pants, and finally the underwear, revealing that he is already standing at attention for her.
Oh, she has him now.
If there's one thing that Analise and Annette could ever agree upon is that Wade is quite nicely shaped, and smiles a bit, appreciative of this as he strips down. Anna might not appreciate the niceties as much, but Anna isn't here.
There's no doubt he's letting her enjoy the view for which she is also appreciative as she drapes her arms around him and presses in close to feel him up against her.
"Everything is going to be perfect from now on."
There's no doubt he's letting her enjoy the view for which she is also appreciative as she drapes her arms around him and presses in close to feel him up against her.
"Everything is going to be perfect from now on."
Wade is only too happy to have her back, moving against him with that luxurious yet hungry grace that she had when she was moving in for making love. He remembered back in the beginning when there had been something more pressing to her movements, more demanding as if she were afraid he might stop if he stopped to think about it. As she had achieved more stability and confidence (as she had taken over more), she had taken her time more, knowing this was hers and she had won. Annette probably wasn't even aware how well she was pulling off Analise - that little bit of soul, absolutely desperate for what had been, was probably shining through in this and ironically serving her well.
"I hope so," he murmurs, breathing in deep of her scent. It's different, but he doesn't mention that to her. She doesn't want to feel like this different woman Anna created. But that scent is going straight to his brain, as it was designed to do. As with so many men before him, he was quickly enamored of her the more of her he got.
Wade kisses her deeply, grasping her butt and moving her against him. Part of him just wants to slip into her right now, and she's certainly wet enough. This is good, right? This is the passion that had given Analise such strength before. The head of his arousal rubbed over her clit, and he moved it down along the length of him and back up.
"Your skin is so soft and perfect," he gasped, unable to resist running his hands over it when he wasn't moving her against him, "Are you sure you'd want to give this up if you could?"
"I hope so," he murmurs, breathing in deep of her scent. It's different, but he doesn't mention that to her. She doesn't want to feel like this different woman Anna created. But that scent is going straight to his brain, as it was designed to do. As with so many men before him, he was quickly enamored of her the more of her he got.
Wade kisses her deeply, grasping her butt and moving her against him. Part of him just wants to slip into her right now, and she's certainly wet enough. This is good, right? This is the passion that had given Analise such strength before. The head of his arousal rubbed over her clit, and he moved it down along the length of him and back up.
"Your skin is so soft and perfect," he gasped, unable to resist running his hands over it when he wasn't moving her against him, "Are you sure you'd want to give this up if you could?"
Annette doesn't know the details of how Alex and Jean created her precisely to appeal to men, to make her job easier, but she relishes their reaction as their bodies respond to her own.
She is eager for him. Wet against him as he rubs alongside and in her kisses which are hungry.
"Am I perfect like this? Better than I was before? I could give it all up if you like me like this..."
He has to like her like this. She's perfect.
She slides a hand down between them, running along his length, fondling and rubbing and easing just the barest amount of the tip into her.
"Could you give this up?"
She is eager for him. Wet against him as he rubs alongside and in her kisses which are hungry.
"Am I perfect like this? Better than I was before? I could give it all up if you like me like this..."
He has to like her like this. She's perfect.
She slides a hand down between them, running along his length, fondling and rubbing and easing just the barest amount of the tip into her.
"Could you give this up?"
"I..."
His breath comes hard, and harder still as she guides his tip to her. Even her grasp around him with her hand feels...so good. It feels crass to compare her hand to a vagina, but god damn. It feels crasser still when he feels just the faintest bit of what it is to be inside her. He swallows hard. No, he hadn't wanted to admit that this was perfect, that it was better. He felt it could be a trick question.
"You...if you...do you feel perfect? Better than...before?"
It's really quite an accomplishment that he manages to demure like that, to not betray himself or Analise or Anna. But this is just the tip of him in her. She is just this side of having him scream her perfection to the heavens, to beg her to stay like this, and she likely knows it.
"P..please...I need..." He is throbbing hard in her hand, straining. He's even forgotten what they're trying to accomplish, he just needs to be in her so badly.
His breath comes hard, and harder still as she guides his tip to her. Even her grasp around him with her hand feels...so good. It feels crass to compare her hand to a vagina, but god damn. It feels crasser still when he feels just the faintest bit of what it is to be inside her. He swallows hard. No, he hadn't wanted to admit that this was perfect, that it was better. He felt it could be a trick question.
"You...if you...do you feel perfect? Better than...before?"
It's really quite an accomplishment that he manages to demure like that, to not betray himself or Analise or Anna. But this is just the tip of him in her. She is just this side of having him scream her perfection to the heavens, to beg her to stay like this, and she likely knows it.
"P..please...I need..." He is throbbing hard in her hand, straining. He's even forgotten what they're trying to accomplish, he just needs to be in her so badly.
It takes so little to have him begging. It actually surprises her.
"You need."
She smiles a bit and brings her mouth in close, catching his lip with her teeth and then slowly slides down onto him and with maddening slowness and then draws out.
"I feel better when you fill me up. I feel good when you're inside" she purrs against his ear.
"You need."
She smiles a bit and brings her mouth in close, catching his lip with her teeth and then slowly slides down onto him and with maddening slowness and then draws out.
"I feel better when you fill me up. I feel good when you're inside" she purrs against his ear.
His groan is long and loud as she slides down onto him, connecting her body to his. It's like every warm, wet fold of her contours perfectly to him and touches off all the right nerves. He can hardly stand how she catches his lower lip with teeth, how her eyes stare into his with a predatory glint. Was that a glint he had ever seen in Analise's eyes? Perhaps, when she was claiming her victories. But how was this a victory for her? She already had won. But these are not thoughts he thinks. At best, his thoughts are a mush of needing more.
"You feel better," he moans breathlessly echoing her. Of course, she meant one thing, and his is a Freudian slip meaning something different, something she'd been asking about before. "I mean...aguh..."
He needs for her to move on him. This is absolutely divine, but now he just wants to fuck her, explode in her over and over and over again. His hands slide up to her sides, grip her, and he pushes her down harder on him, trying to take some control. In the sensations, he loses what he meant, how he had been about to correct himself, somehow... Instead, he ground her down on him, giving her exactly what she wanted - filling her up, being inside her.
"You feel better," he moans breathlessly echoing her. Of course, she meant one thing, and his is a Freudian slip meaning something different, something she'd been asking about before. "I mean...aguh..."
He needs for her to move on him. This is absolutely divine, but now he just wants to fuck her, explode in her over and over and over again. His hands slide up to her sides, grip her, and he pushes her down harder on him, trying to take some control. In the sensations, he loses what he meant, how he had been about to correct himself, somehow... Instead, he ground her down on him, giving her exactly what she wanted - filling her up, being inside her.
Annette makes a pleasured sound and for a moment just closes her eyes to relish in the victory. It's not just that she's slowly started to move, but his words and the way he's completely lost inside of her like this.
She rides him slow to start, obliging his need but also drawing it out and teasing him. She wants to make this last. Once she gets what she needs... chances are good she wont get to do this again.
She rides him slow to start, obliging his need but also drawing it out and teasing him. She wants to make this last. Once she gets what she needs... chances are good she wont get to do this again.
"Analise..."
The bees are furious around them, but they dare not intervene in Annette's affairs. They know something is off, but they are still bonded to her on some level, even if she is not in tune with them. They swirl, buzzing, but Wade hardly notices. He allows her to tease him, but it is with the barest control.
"Jesus fuck, just fuck me," he half growls, and then he takes her hips and begins to move her faster on him, rougher. "I could do this...all day and all night....god you're perfect..."
Then he throws back his head and yells out loud as he comes, and hard, for the first time. Wade has never been one to last for too long, because he doesn't have to. Coming doesn't do anything but make it messier, sloppier, and perhaps more well lubricated. He's still hard inside her, and if anything he's losing even more control and losing himself to fucking her even more. The fact that her body is basically designed to pull orgasms from men quite quickly is having an interesting effect on a man with near infinite stamina - now that they've started, he will likely chain from one to another in near mindless pleasure until she asks him to stop, stabs him, or he needs a drink of water.
It does make stabbing him before he gets off so much more difficult, however, since he doesn't last long before the first or any successive orgasm. But fortunately, this time, what she needs is for him to orgasm, and the more the better. She may even only need one night of this...no need to spend a week or more pretending to be Analise.
The bees are furious around them, but they dare not intervene in Annette's affairs. They know something is off, but they are still bonded to her on some level, even if she is not in tune with them. They swirl, buzzing, but Wade hardly notices. He allows her to tease him, but it is with the barest control.
"Jesus fuck, just fuck me," he half growls, and then he takes her hips and begins to move her faster on him, rougher. "I could do this...all day and all night....god you're perfect..."
Then he throws back his head and yells out loud as he comes, and hard, for the first time. Wade has never been one to last for too long, because he doesn't have to. Coming doesn't do anything but make it messier, sloppier, and perhaps more well lubricated. He's still hard inside her, and if anything he's losing even more control and losing himself to fucking her even more. The fact that her body is basically designed to pull orgasms from men quite quickly is having an interesting effect on a man with near infinite stamina - now that they've started, he will likely chain from one to another in near mindless pleasure until she asks him to stop, stabs him, or he needs a drink of water.
It does make stabbing him before he gets off so much more difficult, however, since he doesn't last long before the first or any successive orgasm. But fortunately, this time, what she needs is for him to orgasm, and the more the better. She may even only need one night of this...no need to spend a week or more pretending to be Analise.
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