Chapter 17:
Clark didn't know what he was doing, other than feeling her lips on him and his lips on her. At some point, both of them were breathing heavy, as both of his hands travelled on her back, feeling her curves, waist, and her derriere.
When he did feel them with a squeeze, Clementine laughed in their kiss, opening her mouth, and her tongue came out. It was only Half Light that made him so he wasn't completely useless, and he welcomed it and deepened the kiss, a gasp leaving her.
That did little things to his spine and his body, and he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that. Before he knew it, their positions were changed, as his lover had her back on the bed, and he was on top of her. A hand on her cheek, thumb running circles gently and lovingly, and wanting more of her kisses and her smile on his lips.
While his other hand went to her neck, then her shoulder, arm, and then her curve- she took it and guided it up, planting them directly on her chest. This time, it was his time to gasp, as if he found treasure, while her hands went to his chest and his belly.
Again, she seemed to be full of surprise as she sneaked under his shirt, a Cheshire grin that Clark could feel while kissing her, not leaving her enough time to breathe. Her cold hands made her almost break, which gave her enough time to breathe a lungful, and Clark let her.
Instead, he pecked her cheeks with love, then her brows, and then her eyes, which again made her laugh, and then the top of her nose.
"I love you." He said, afraid, and hoping that his saying those words would be enough to lighten the hurt in his chest. But it did nothing except hurt him more. Demand that he do more to her, to make her breath hitch, to make her call his name, to have her repeat it, with her heart-
"I love you too." She replied, her tone breathless even though she was breathing heavily, her hands coming back up, with his shirt being pulled. "I love you too." She repeated, as if seeing through him, and she did.
She did see his expression twisting in pain and want, and his eyes telling her that he was holding himself back so much that it hurt.
As soon as the shirt was off, her hand traced his body, first his chest, then his back, and the ribs that she could still feel. She promised herself that he'd force-feed him from then on, so he could put on more muscles, until they reached his waist and then his belt buckle.
She started it, and she'd make sure her lover stopped holding himself back. "Can I?" He breathed, head on her shoulder as she worked, inhaling her scent and whispering in her ears. A shiver of excitement went down. She hummed, the signal.
Half Light screamed.
To take her, to fuck her brain out, to devour her, and make her his in body and mind. To make sure he'd be the only thing in her head as long as she lived.
And Clark screamed back.
No, he wouldn't let instincts take over him. Never, in a million years, would he let it take over him and hurt the person most precious to him.
He'd take her, but with love, with care, with gentleness, until she wanted more intensely. He'd handle all the hurt and pain of his instincts crashing against his every fiber of being, to rip her clothes off, to grab her by the hair and plunge into her.
Not caring about pleasure or pain, only to satisfy and mate like an animal.
"I trust you." Her lips brushed against his ear, gently biting the earlobe, "I love you." His hands moved, removing her pink jacket, which was thrown at the foot of the bed. Then her white, turned grayish shirt, as she let herself be wide open.
Her arms to her sides, without thought, she wanted to cover herself up, but she didn't and instead waited. For him. He used his instincts as a reference, lowering himself to kiss and suckle on her shoulder blade. Her breath hitched, and a whine escaped her, arms wrapping around him like a cocoon.
He understood, so he trailed kisses down her torso until he reached the two mounts, as they went up and down faster. He kissed the right one first, another whine escaped his lover, and then he surprised her by taking the tip in his mouth, sucking and then playing with it.
Clark felt her shiver and goosebumps, and then her breath hitched.
Then he scraped it gently with his teeth. The contact was electric, a shockwave that seemed to travel from her chest straight down to her toes. Clementine gasped, her back arching off the mattress, her fingers tangling instinctively into his hair. She hadn't realized how sensitive she was- but she blamed it on Clark and then the outbreak for making her this way.
Clark, upon realizing what had happened, stopped. A moan escaped Clementine as she relaxed- then she gasped loudly as he attacked her other nipple. "Clark~" She warned, the previous sensitivity climbing up a few notches. A hand came down on the left behind the breast, cupping and kneading as if it were dough. Then his fingers moved and pinched, just a little, at the same time as he bit her left one.
She found her arms coming up to wrap around his head, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulled him closer and pushed herself against him, a silent scream or moan, Clementine didn't know, escaped her, and then her back fell back to the mattress, shivers traveling up and down her sweat-filled body.
She climaxed, hard and fast, a tremor that shook her entire frame, she realized. Her walls clenched around nothing, but the phantom sensation was enough to send her spiraling and wanting more.
She chanced a look down, feeling Clark stop, only to freeze a little as her cheeky lover was giving her that same smug look he gave her after winning that stupid board game. But his eyes were filled with love. At some point, Clementine didn't know if it was during their little happy time or the last evening, but she realized that she was starting to be afraid of Clark.
Not because he would hurt her or wrong her. None of that, instead, it was the opposite. Even now, as she looked into his eyes, she trembled to her bones. Because she had underestimated Clark's love for her. Because it kept increasing as long as she was just there with him. She was certain that right now, the Clark that was in front of her loved her more and deeply than the one from last evening.
And that's where the danger was.
She was afraid that it might become an obsession.
Or worst yet, that she might never get to love him as much as he did her. That… That almost made her cry. He kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her skin or was it his tongue? "You're beautiful," he whispered, as if sharing the world's greatest secret with her.
Her heart hurt because she wanted more from him, even now. She wanted to take as much as possible from him, just to fill the gap. And she'd give him anything he'd ever wanted.
Clementine kissed him back, her hands exploring his body, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest, the definition of his abs that if he ate more, he'd have them with certainty, and then lower.
She reached for his belt buckle, her fingers fumbling with the metal, her heart racing. She wanted to return the favor. She undid the buckle, the click echoing in the quiet room, and then she pushed his pants down, his boxers following.
Her eyes widened as they took in his length, already hard and ready, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers curling around the heat, and he gasped, his head falling back against her shoulder blades.
She could hear him breathing heavily against her ear. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, watching the way his body reacted to her touch. He was beautiful to her, his struggle, him gasping in pleasure at her touch, and she wanted to see him fall apart.
Because it would be her who made him fall apart just as he did with hers.
She moved her hand up and down, her grip tight, and then she stopped, just as he was about to tip over the edge. His eyes snapped open, and a whine and groan escaped his throat, and she smiled, a wicked, playful smile.
"Stop teasing me," he growled, his hand moving to cover hers, trying to force her to continue."No," she whispered, her voice husky. "This is revenge."
Clark laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and she wanted to hear more of it.
He leaned up just a little, kissing her roughly, his hand moving to take her pants off, which she helped him with, kicking them aside. All the while, she teased him, watching his body and face and stopping just before he could go over the edge.
She felt bad about it, teasing him more than he did to her. But she heard about how boys can't continue after once or twice. She didn't want that. If Clark's body gave up after two times, which she incredibly doubted, as she knew he would push himself more for her, then she wanted to make it last as long as possible.
Another round of kissing began with both of them being more transparent with their hunger, need, and desire.
Until they shivered from the cold of the room. It was autumn, in a room that had no heater, and they were both sweaty, skin against skin, heat against heat.
The situation got to them, the air thick with tension and desire. Clark couldn't wait any longer. He shoved her under the covers, a yelp of surprise escaping her, and followed her instantly, his length pressing against her entrance as he put a pillow under her head.
She gasped, her body tensing, her eyes widening as she looked at him, finally getting to where they both wanted from the beginning. But Clementine had heard the first time being too painful to enjoy. She had enjoyed so far his touches, his kisses, and suckles on her body, wanting to leave his mark. She loved every single one of them.
But- "I'm nervous," she whispered. She was still nervous, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I've never... I've never done this."
Clark stopped, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin soothingly. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. More gentle than ever, but low and deep and reliable, that it did things to her inside. She wanted him to speak like that to her forever. "I've got you. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." He leaned down, kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks as she closed her eyes, taking it all. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much."
He kissed her again, his lips soft and loving, and then he moved lower, his mouth finding her neck. He wanted to leave his mark on her, a visible sign that she was his. He bit down on the sensitive skin, sucking hard, leaving a dark, angry hickey that would be visible for days.
Clementine moaned, her body relaxing in his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck, wanting more of him, of his heat and scent on her.
"Clark," she breathed. "That's... that's visible."
"I know," he said, pulling back to look at her. A peck on her lips.
"And I want everyone to know. I want the whole world to know that we're together now."
He positioned himself at her entrance, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, and he found only trust and love. At some point, Half Light went silent, and Clark was grateful more than ever.
"I'm ready," she whispered. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into his back, and he froze, letting her adjust. She thought she felt a sharp pain at some point, but it was nothing compared to what she had expected and heard about. It felt like a pinch, if anything. When she nodded, she expected him to move a little.
But Clark did none of that.
He just stayed still, froze as if he turned into a statue. It wasn't because of the notification he got, no, Clark didn't care about that right now. Because right now, he was on the edge; if he moved, he'd let it all out inside her.
He didn't want that. He didn't want to finish now. He wanted so much more, and finishing now would depress him forever.
"Clark?"
It didn't help that Clementine's inside was wrapping and shifting and tightening and sucking in around him.
"Don't move." He begged her because he wanted more. Finishing now was a nightmare. He wanted so much more-
Her arms brought him down to her breasts, and his lips parted, taking one hardened tip and sucked and licking. A moan left her, and his other hand, the one that had all his weight on so he wouldn't crush her, she took it and guided it to her other hardened nipple, all of him on top of her.
"Make me cum." She demanded, and who was Clark to refuse her, as he forgot about his predicament. Clark wasn't sure how long it was, but it felt like mere moments when her insides clamped even more around him, refusing to let him go, as he stayed deep from the first slow thrust.
"Clark~" She called his name, fingers running through his air gently and then pushing him more into her chest. She gasped, and he was immediately attacked on his length. He thought he could finally move, but it felt like her walls had a mind of their own as they mimicked what her hand was doing.
"Clem-" He called her name, before pinching- gently, one of her nipples, and she tensed, her eyes shut and arms tight around him that it was starting to hurt. And then he bit the nipple in his mouth, and the dam broke.
He wasn't aware that he had moved, as his hips backed and then thrust once, as deep as it could go, and reached a wall that stopped it. Clementine's torso lifted, as if possessed, a gasp, growl, and moan all fused together left her throat while Clark could feel his seeds leave his length and enter her deep.
"Shit!" Clark let out, feeling his strength leave him with every wave of them; meanwhile, Clementine's orgasm seemed to be prolonged with every wave.
A minute later, they were still joined together in the missionary position. His weight was completely on her as they both panted, feeling like they had run a marathon. Both basking in the glow, hands tightly held together.
Clark's tool had shrunk after that, but he could feel at least two other rounds in the tank. Which was good, because it seemed like Clementine wanted more, if her moving her hips to awaken it was anything to go by.
"Can I be the top this time?" She asked with arousal, and Clark obliged, rolling and taking her with him. An excited giggle left her as she settled on his hardening length, her weight completely on him, as she initiated a deep kiss.
"I like kissing." She explained before attacking his lips, and Clark groaned that he did too. Her trembling hips under the blanket rose, and they moaned into each other's mouths, before it fell down, two gasp.
Then once more, as Clementine's movements were slowly getting faster and faster, his hips took the assault and attacked as well. Their hips were timed perfectly, with the goal of bringing the other to pleasure, to unmake them, to imprint their scent on each other.
The second round lasted longer, maybe half an hour or half a minute, neither were sure. But they were left panting and breathing heavily. But only one seemed to have more stamina than the other.
When Clementine moved again, Clark's eyes went to the necklace he gave her and chuckled. "That's cheating."
The love of his life kissed him back, before trailing down to his cheek, and then his ear. "No, it's not." Her tone was still aroused and teasing, but clear in that she wanted more. "It's just mine is better than yours." She traced his fingers and the rings.
"Does that mean you give up?" She bit his earlobe teasingly, and kissed his neck and bit and sucked, leaving another hickey, which makes it three.
"No," Clark announced, hands going to her breast and kneading them as a pleased moan left Clementine.
She took one of them, guiding it to where they were still connected but messy. Clark ignored their pubes, tried at least. A stray thought telling him that he should cut it and hers with blade mastery and leaf blade combined- he was brought back as his thumb pressed against a hardened and exposed cherry.
A louder moan left her, and she smiled at him with love and more. "As long as you need me to, I'll hang on." He promised her and saw her smile widen with (obsession)love,
"I know you will." She replied, and her hips moved faster than before, almost making him finish then and there. But he promised her, and so, he will keep that promise as Clark played with her body the way she wanted to.
By the time noon came, both of them- one more than the other- were thirsty and out of strength, but Clementine's hips still moved as Clark barely hung on. Turns out, for Clementine, he could ignore his body's limit, as he came the sixth time inside her, but there was barely anything left of his tip.
"Again." He demanded, because he wanted more, even when his penis hurt from being too sensitive. Because he wanted Clementine to call his name more-
"No." She finally, firmly denied, seeing the lost and barely conscious Clark moving inside her. She had orgasmed more than he, at least twice as many, due to how much he played with her body. Horseshoe Necklace really was unfair, as she still seemed ready for maybe another two rounds after hours of cumming over and over.
She wanted to remove the necklace and tire out with him, but he would stop her multiple times and devour more of her.
Even more, her body trembled and shivered under Clark, an orgasm getting very close to breaking through, but she ignored it. She ignored it because her desire was hurting him, and she tried to stop him with her legs, wrapping them around him to stop, but Clark, stubborn Clark, pushed through her weakened legs and thrust inside her.
A moan-
No- she was done playing by his rules. Her hand, with newfound strength, went to her necklace and removed it, immediately cutting off the source of stamina. Her body trembled, and her torso left the mattress once more, a moan escaping her as she came undone, yet Clark kept thrusting even during it.
Her eyes widened, and worry took over as he seemed to be running on instinct alone now. "Clar~" Her head shot back, as the orgasm was being prolonged forcibly. Her hand went to the place where they were connected, to stop or to at least slow him down.
But his body moved faster, and she felt her clit hurt in pleasure as he played with it-
The wave of pleasure got ten times worse as she felt him almost leave her inside, and then thrust one final time as deep as he could-
She didn't remember anything after that, other than that she thought she peed at the end.
When her eyes opened, the room seemed to be darker, meaning it was evening. Her still sensitive body shivered as she felt hot breath at the back of her neck. She turned, ignoring the mess downstairs, and simply watched the face of her lover. He looked more exhausted than ever before; even his malnutrition seemed to come back a little. She felt guilty about that. She should have removed the necklace before they started.
She yearned to kiss him in apology, and she did, a peck on his cheek, that seemed to wake him up, as his emerald eyes fixed on her dark ones. She hoped that in the future, when they start a family, their children would take his eyes' colors.
She had seen blues and grays and even browns that would turn to gold in sunlight, but his emerald ones that made her feel like she was lost in a green forest with afternoon sunlight, they were the best.
"Slept well?" He asked, and she smiled. If every morning, the first thing that she heard would be his voice, she'd be a happy woman. "Yeah." She felt drunk in his touch, as his hand came up and caressed her cheek, thumb running circles.
As if something finally clicked in her mind, Clementine closed the distance between them even more, putting her forehead on his as he seemed to find comfort in that. Her smile widened just a little, figuring out one of his love languages.
Touch.
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AN: I am super embarrassed by writing this chapter. Not only was it weird because I had to really think about everything that would happen, but I also had no freaking reference for it. Most reading materials that I've come across QQ is a waifu catalogue, and they're brainwashed/mind controlled, so I just skip the smut cause its not enjoyable.
And the ones who aren't, the MC is a connoisseur or master of sex that with one thrust, the women cum their brains out. Heck, I had to resort to my last thing, the use of AI. ONLY THEY HAVE A RULE AGAINST WRITING SEXUAL SCENES!
It took me twice as long to write this chapter as others, and I wanted to end it so badly at multiple points. So, I apologize if this came out weird with lots of faults. All of that is my embarrassment and lack of confidence in this type of writing. (Smut writing.) But I had to write all this since, you know, first time. And make it magically, (MY ASS. THIS WAS TORTURE WRITING IT.)
I'm going back to writing normal shit and gore and stuff, sprinkled with fluffy and wholesome and romantic moments with characters bonding. Anyone who jokes that I was writing this with one hand, I'll… idk what i'll do to you, but no. I was in fact, banging my head against the wall so I could either forget it or go unconscious.
Oh, Clark got silver for fucking Clementine.
D20 rolled to 18, I guess 18 is my lucky number. Silver is now an advantage.