Chapter 12: Surprise in the Wild
The morning light through her dorm window felt different. Clean. Purposeful. Kim stretched, her muscles humming with a pleasant, deep-seated memory of strain. The phantom sting of the crop, the weight of the saddle, the incredible fullness—they were echoes now, warming her from the inside. She showered, dressed in jeans and a simple tee, her movements efficient. As she zipped her backpack, a current of pure, illicit excitement shot through her.
She pulled out her phone, her thumb hovering over Shego’s contact—a simple ‘S’ now, a secret in plain sight.
What’s the theme for tonight? she typed, her heart beating a little faster.
The reply was almost instantaneous. It’s a surprise.
Kim’s breath hitched. A shudder, sharp and electric, rolled from her core out to her fingertips. Her cunt clenched, empty and sudden, a slick pulse of anticipation that nearly buckled her knees. She gripped the edge of her desk, a soft, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. God. Just two words. That was all it took now.
She was genuinely happy. It was a quiet, ferocious thing, this happiness. It lived in the secret space behind her sternum, intertwined with a thrilling shame. Shego was her lover. Her secret, impossible, magnificent lover. The thought alone was enough to make her skin feel too tight.
She walked to her morning lecture on autopilot, the professor’s voice on macroeconomic principles a distant murmur. Her mind was in a tent, in a stable, in a penthouse that awaited. A surprise. The promise of it thrummed in her blood all day, a constant low-grade arousal that made crossing her legs a necessary, discreet act.
When sleep finally came, it wasn’t a fall. It was an arrival.
The air was cool, moist, rich with the scent of pine needles and damp soil. The silvery glow of a full moon filtered through the canvas of a large expedition tent, painting everything in shades of cobalt and pearl. She was on her back atop a plush sleeping bag, naked. The nylon beneath her was cool, but between her legs, she was molten. She could feel it, a hot, slick gathering already soaking her skin. Anticipation had shaped the dream itself.
The tent flap rustled.
Shego crawled in, naked, her pale green skin luminous in the moonlight. Her movements were sinuous, predatory. And there, between her powerful thighs, hung a thick, veined cock. It was utterly real, flesh and blood, a deep shade of olive that darkened at the swollen, ruddy head. It curved slightly upward, proud and heavy. Beneath, a substantial sack hung, balls full and drawn tight against her body.
Kim’s mouth watered instantly.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. In one fluid motion, she pushed herself up and lunged forward, her hands finding Shego’s hips, then wrapping around the base of her cock. The skin was hot silk over steel. A primal moan vibrated in Kim’s throat as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to swipe a broad, wet stripe from root to tip.
“Fuck, Kim,” Shego hissed, her hands coming down to tangle in fiery hair.
Kim opened her mouth, taking the head inside. She swirled her tongue around the crown, tasting clean skin and pre-cum, a salty bead she eagerly lapped away. Then, looking up into Shego’s burning emerald eyes, she sank down. She took the length deeper, her throat opening, relaxing despite the insistent pressure. She gagged once, tears springing to her eyes, but pushed through, swallowing around the intrusion until her nose was buried in the short, neat hair at Shego’s pelvis.
“Oh, you hungry bitch,” Shego groaned, her hips giving a shallow thrust.
Kim hummed in agreement, the vibration making Shego curse. She began to move, establishing a rhythm, sucking hard on the upstroke, her tongue pressing firmly along the throbbing vein on the underside. One of her hands cupped Shego’s balls, rolling the heavy orbs in her palm, feeling them tighten.
Shego’s control began to fray. Her thrusts into Kim’s mouth became deeper, more urgent. “Gonna cum,” she warned, her voice ragged. “Gonna fucking fill that pretty throat.”
Kim sucked harder, desperate for it. Shego’s hand fisted in her hair, holding her still as she pistoned her hips forward one last, deep time. A guttural cry ripped from Shego’s chest, and the first hot jet hit the back of Kim’s throat. Kim swallowed convulsively, milking the shaft with her mouth, as pulse after pulse of bitter, salty cum flooded her. She drank it all, every drop, sucking and licking until Shego was sensitive and trembling.
Slowly, Kim released her, licking her lips clean, then swiping her tongue along the spent, softening shaft to gather the last gleaming traces. Her eyes never left Shego’s.
“On your back,” Shego panted, her cock already stiffening again, impossibly hard.
Kim obeyed, lying back on the sleeping bag, her legs falling open in blatant invitation. She was drenched, her folds swollen and glistening in the moonlight. Shego moved over her, bracing herself on one arm. The broad head of her cock nudged against Kim’s entrance, slick with both their fluids.
Shego pushed in. Not slowly, but with one smooth, inexorable thrust that buried her to the hilt.
Kim screamed. The stretch was immense, breathtaking, filling her completely in a way no dream-prop ever had. It was real weight, real heat, a perfect, brutal fullness. Her back arched off the ground, her legs wrapping around Shego’s waist, heels digging into the small of her back.
“Yes,” Shego snarled, beginning to move. “Take it.”
She set a punishing pace from the start, each withdrawal making Kim whimper at the loss, each powerful drive back in punching the air from her lungs. The slap of Shego’s balls against her ass was a wet, rhythmic percussion. Kim clawed at Shego’s back, her world narrowing to the pistoning cock inside her and the fierce jade eyes locked on hers.
Orgasm built fast, a supernova gathering in her core. “Shego, I’m—!”
“Cum,” Shego commanded, fucking her harder.
Kim shattered. Her cunt clenched in frantic, fluttering waves around the invading thickness, her cry swallowed by the forest night. Shego didn’t stop, didn’t even slow. She rode Kim through the convulsions, the relentless friction stoking the embers straight into another inferno. Kim sobbed, oversensitive, pleasure tipping into a sweet, wrenching pain. Another climax tore through her, then another vague, rolling wave as Shego’s rhythm grew jagged, desperate.
“Kim… I’m there,” Shego gasped, her thrusts becoming shallow, grinding. “I’m gonna fill your cunt.”
Hearing the raw need in her voice undid Kim completely. She locked her ankles high around Shego’s waist, binding them together, and pulled her down into a searing, open-mouthed kiss. It was then that Shego came.
Kim felt it, a deep, internal pulsing, followed by a sudden, scorching flood that painted her insides. The feeling of being claimed so utterly, so physically, triggered her own final, cataclysmic orgasm. She screamed into Shego’s mouth, her body bowing, every muscle taut as the hot jets seemed to brand her womb. They clung to each other, shaking through the mutual aftershocks, until Shego, spent, collapsed heavily atop her, the softened cock still lodged deep within.
In the silent moonlight, Kim felt the dream begin to dissolve, the forest sounds fading to a gentle hum. But the sensation of profound fullness, and the scent of sex and pine that clung to her, felt like it would follow her into the waking world.