Chapter 8: Chapter 8
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets where Trainer still slept heavily. Falcon eased herself out from under his arm, wincing at the familiar, crampy ache low in her belly. Right. Time to change it. She padded naked to the dresser, the cool wood under her bare feet a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bed. Opening the bottom drawer, she rummaged past silky lingerie until her fingers found the small box of tampons.
She pulled one out, the crinkling wrapper loud in the quiet room. Bending slightly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soft cotton shorts and began to slide them down her thighs. Just as the fabric bunched around her knees, strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her flush against Trainer’s hard, warm body still radiating sleep-heat.
His large hand immediately cupped her breast, fingers roughly finding her nipple and pinching hard, making her gasp. "Fuck, Trainer!" Her protest was breathless as his other hand slid firmly down the front of her simple cotton panties, pressing against her mound. He ground the heel of his palm into her, the fabric already damp from her cycle and the sudden, unwelcome yet thrilling intrusion. "Thought you were asleep," she managed, arching back into him despite herself.
"Woke up hungry," he murmured against her neck, his voice thick, teeth grazing her skin. His fingers beneath her panties weren't gentle; they pushed roughly through the wiry curls, finding her slit already slicker than it should have been. "Always so wet for me, little filly," he growled, grinding his erection against her bare ass where the shorts were still tangled. "Even now? Fuck, that’s dirty." He plunged two thick fingers deep inside her without warning, encountering the saturated cotton barrier of the tampon’s string. "Still loose from last night, huh? Good."
He hooked his fingers, dragging the tampon out roughly. Falcon cried out, a sharp sound of surprise and discomfort mixed with undeniable arousal as it slid free. "Trainer, I—" He silenced her by spinning her around, his mouth crashing down on hers, hungry and demanding. His wet fingers, smelling faintly of copper and musk, slid back into her now-empty channel, thrusting deep. "Need to get you off before breakfast," he muttered against her lips, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, hard circles. "Get those shorts off. Now." He steered her stumbling backwards towards the bed, his fingers pistoning relentlessly inside her dripping cunt. Her knees hit the edge, and she collapsed onto the mattress.
Her knees hit the edge, and she collapsed onto the mattress. Trainer followed her down, his body pressing her into the soft sheets, those relentless fingers still pistoning inside her slick heat. "Fuck, you're drenched," he groaned, pulling his hand free, glistening wet, and shoving her thighs wider apart. Falcon gasped, the sudden emptiness sharp, then cried out as his mouth, hot and demanding, clamped onto her clit instead.
He sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen bud while his thumb circled the tight rim of her ass. "Oh god, Trainer!" she whimpered, bucking against his face, her hands tangling in his hair. The dual assault, the rough scrape of his stubble, the wet suction—it was too much, too fast, building the ache low in her belly into a coiled spring. "Gonna come," she panted, her voice tight, "Gonna come on your fucking face!"
A wicked grin spread across Falcon's flushed face as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Before Trainer could react, her small hand shot down and wrapped firmly around his thick, leaking cock. "My turn," she breathed lustfully, starting a tight, fast jerk along his rigid length. He groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her shriek, his fingers plunging back inside her, curling hard against that sweet spot.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," Trainer growled, thrusting into her grip while his fingers fucked her pussy deep and fast. Falcon matched his rhythm, stroking his cock furiously, her own climax roaring through her—a blinding surge that tore a raw scream from her throat as her cunt clamped down violently on his hand. Feeling her convulse triggered Trainer's own release; he roared, thick ropes of cum spurting hot over her fist and stomach as her inner walls milked his fingers.
Panting, slick with sweat and come, Trainer leaned down, kissing her trembling stomach. He moved lower, his tongue lapping firmly at her swollen folds, cleaning away the combined mess of her arousal and his release with rough, thorough strokes. "Clean enough, filly?" he murmured against her sensitive flesh before tenderly helping her sit up and slide the fresh tampon into place.