Chapter 7 - amorous (Keaton)

The first time it happens, it catches Corrin off guard, but she certainly doesn’t mind, and, from that point on, she grows used to the occasional periods in which Keaton grows much more amorous than usual. And, considering he doesn’t struggle to show his affection once they’re married, that’s really saying something.

He says it’s something really common back where he’s from, and that he doesn’t really have much of an idea when it’s coming, nor does he have much control over it, but she grows used to it, and even looks forward to when it might occur again. She’s convinced that it’s during one of those periods that they conceive Velouria, considering how the timeline matches up and how his appetite increased, to the point that they could barely get anything done outside of their bedroom. It seems like they end up spending a majority of their time fucking and sleeping so that they can fuck again.

So, when she’s alone one day and Keaton gets back before she expected him to, she is only surprised for a moment before he lunges at her, making his reasons for cutting his hunting short very clear for her. His priorities had shifted, and now, he has a very different sort of prey in mind.

He has her pinned in no time, nuzzling her neck and taking in her scent. She can feel how hard he already is as he lightly grinds against her, and he softly growls her name against her throat. “I couldn’t wait for you anymore,” he says. “I had to come right back...I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“And what if I had been out?” she teases, trying to play it cool though she’s squirming underneath him.

“You think I’d have any trouble tracking you down?” he replies, and she shudders in delight, just imagining her husband so needy for her that he has no choice but to hunt her down and drag her to her room. She doesn’t mind being his prey, not one little bit. As he speaks, a hand drifts down, pushing up under the simple gown she had changed into, preparing for bed. “Keaton,” she breathes, but she isn’t even able to finish the thought as he reaches up, finding one of her breasts and throwing her focus off entirely as he begins toying with one of her nipples.

“I need you so bad it hurts,” he says, his voice low, “so I’ve got to be quick about getting you ready.” He pinches her nipple and she arches her back in response, gasping out in pleasure. By now, he knows exactly what little things can get her off, or, at the very least, can leave her so turned on that she needs him even more than he needs her.

When he lowers his hand between her legs, she whimpers, desperate for his touch, but he only teases her with his fingers, pulling back and stopping entirely whenever he thinks he’s getting her too close. If she could catch her breath, she would beg him for more, but he never allows her a second for that.

Finally, when she is sure that she is going to lose her mind if he doesn’t fuck her soon, he pushes her gown up around her stomach and sits up for a moment, unfastening his pants. In his own impatience, he doesn’t bother undressing the rest of the way, and is upon her again in no time, pushing inside of her swiftly, giving her little time to adjust. Even with the work he’s done to get her ready, he’s rough enough that it hurts a little bit for a moment, but it doesn’t take her long to get used to it.

Which is fortunate for her, because it doesn’t take much to cause him to lose what little of his self-control remained. Being buried inside of her pushes him over the edge, and he loses himself to his more animalistic urges, tightly gripping her shoulders as he begins roughly fucking her, thrusting hard and fast, his teeth bared and his nails nearly drawing blood.

She’s wondered before if she’s supposed to be afraid of him when he gets like this, but no matter how much it seems like he’s lost all control, he’s never really harmed her. There were times, in the beginning, when he would get so rough that she, still so inexperienced, would cry out in pain and then, just like that, he would stop. No matter how much it seemed to pain him to do so, no matter how lost he seemed, he would snap out of it, pulling out to make sure that she was okay. He would only continue once she had managed to convince him that she was good to go, and then, he would be just a little more cautious.

Now, however, he knows that she can take it and, what’s more, that she’s come to love it. Corrin has grown used to the way Keaton is when he gets like this, and she looks forward to it, because she loves this side of her husband. She’s been trained well to handle him, and now, she cries out in ecstasy as he has his way with her.

Tonight, she’s quick to come with how much he teased her beforehand, but he doesn’t slow down even as he feels her pulsing around him. He gives her no chance to recover, and she doesn’t even come down from her orgasm before he’s begun pushing her to her next. At some point, he slows for a moment, groaning as he comes as well, but even then, he does not slow for long. He has just a little more stamina than usual, and he intends to take full advantage of that, until he’s worn out completely, and then, once he’s rested, he will want to go again, for as long as he possibly can. Corrin is eager to see how much they can accomplish this time.

In the end, she loses count, because, by the time he’s worn himself out, she’s so exhausted that she can’t think straight at all. She falls asleep next to him, with Keaton still dressed, too tired now to remember to peel off his clothes. That will likely be the first thing he does when he wakes up; the second thing will likely be jumping her before she even thinks to get out of bed, so that they can pick up where they left off.

Naturally, she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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