The Dirtbag's Lullaby: Jody and Michael part 2

Jody lay there in the damp grass, Michael's weight still pinning her down, his cock buried deep inside her, softening just enough to let a trickle of his cum leak out around the base. The playground's metal creaks faded into the night, replaced by the distant hum of a highway and the ragged pull of their breaths. Her body hummed, spent but buzzing, every muscle loose from the pounding he'd just given her. She could feel the mess between her thighs—sticky, warm, his seed mixing with her own slickness, pooling under her ass on the cool earth.

She shifted slightly, trying to catch her breath, and that's when curiosity clawed its way through the haze. "So," she said, voice hoarse, "what the hell *are* you, exactly? Satyr? Like, half-goat, half-man bullshit? Horns and hooves and all that?"

Michael didn't move right away. His chest rose and fell against her back, his horns brushing her shoulder as he nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing grounding him. "It's more than that," he murmured, his voice still rough from the shift, gravelly with that otherworldly edge. "Old blood. Forest spirits, deals with the wild. Not something I flash around karaoke bars."

Jody twisted her head, trying to catch his eye, but he kept his gaze on the stars peeking through the trees. "Bullshit. You just turned into... whatever the fuck that was, fucked me senseless, and now you're playing mysterious? Spill it."

He chuckled, low and evasive, his claws tracing lazy circles on her hip. "You felt it. That's what matters. The rest is stories—myths that bite back."

She huffed, impatience bubbling up. "Stories? You cream-pied me like a goddamn animal, and you're dodging questions? Look at this mess." She wiggled her hips for emphasis, feeling the wet slide of his cum shifting inside her, dripping out as she clenched around him. It was filthy, intimate, the kind of evidence that made her cheeks heat even as her pussy throbbed with the memory.

Michael's breath hitched. He lifted his head, those amber eyes locking onto her, trailing down her body. They fixed on her pussy, still stretched around him, glistening with their combined fluids in the faint moonlight. The sight seemed to pull him in, his pupils dilating, nostrils flaring like he could smell her arousal all over again. Slowly, deliberately, his cock twitched inside her—hardening, thickening, filling her up once more without warning.

Jody's eyes widened, a jolt of shock ripping through her. "Holy shit," she whispered, half-horrified, half-thrilled as the pressure built, his length swelling to push against her sensitive walls. It was impossible—he'd just come, hard and deep, but there he was, rigid and insistent, like her body was a drug he couldn't quit. Her heart hammered, a mix of fear and excitement twisting in her gut. "You don't mean to take me again right here? In a puddle of your own cum?"

He met her gaze then, a wicked smile curling his lips, fangs glinting. His claws dug into the grass on either side of her shoulders as he shifted his weight, pinning her down more firmly, his horns casting shadows over her face. "That's a wonderful idea," he growled, voice dripping with hunger. "You're still dripping with me. Why waste it?"

She opened her mouth to protest—or maybe beg, she wasn't sure—but the words died as he pulled back just enough to thrust in again, deep and sudden. The slickness of his previous load made it easy, obscene, the wet sounds echoing as he bottomed out. Jody's back arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. "Oh God," she moaned, her nails scraping at his arms, feeling the coarse fur sprouting along his skin.

He didn't give her time to adjust. His hips snapped forward, setting a brutal rhythm, each plunge stirring up the cum already inside her, making everything sloppier, hotter. She was soaked, her pussy clenching greedily around him despite the ache, the overstimulation firing off sparks through her nerves. "Oh God," she gasped again, louder, as he hit that spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl into the dirt. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, heavy and full, like he hadn't emptied himself at all.

Jody's mind reeled, every nerve singing with ecstasy. It was too much, too soon—her body was still trembling from the first round, clit swollen and sensitive, but the friction built fast, coiling tight in her core. She rocked back against him instinctively, meeting his pace, the grass scraping her knees as he fucked her harder. "Fuck, Michael—oh God, yes," she panted, her voice breaking. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, one orgasm rolling into the next without mercy. The first hit like a punch, her walls fluttering around his cock, milking him as she cried out, but he didn't slow, driving through it, making her ride the edge again immediately.

She lost count after the third—her body shook, thighs quivering, sweat mixing with the mess between them. It felt like being submerged in an ocean of pleasure, endless and overwhelming, her senses narrowing to the stretch of him inside her, the scrape of his claws on her skin, the way his growls vibrated through her. "Oh God, oh God," she chanted, mindless now, her head thrashing side to side in the grass. Her pussy gushed around him, squirting a little with the intensity, soaking his shaft and dripping down her thighs.

Michael's pace turned erratic, his breaths coming in harsh snorts, horns scraping the ground as he leaned over her. He reached around, fingers finding her clit—rough pads circling it firmly, not gentle, just enough to shove her into another peak. Jody screamed, the sound muffled against the earth, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning, every muscle seizing. He followed seconds later, slamming deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he came again, flooding her with hot spurts that overflowed, trickling out around him in thick rivulets.

Things went quiet then, the night swallowing their echoes. Michael stilled, his hips pressed flush against her ass, his dick still rock-hard inside her, twitching with aftershocks. He didn't pull out, just watched her, amber eyes hooded and satisfied, as she writhed beneath him. Jody's body jerked with residual spasms, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, like she'd been drowning and was finally breaking the surface. She clawed at the grass, trying to ground herself, the world spinning in a haze of bliss and exhaustion.

All she could manage was a weak, "Fuck."

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest into her back, his claws loosening their grip just enough to stroke her sides. But he stayed put, buried to the hilt, like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

Jody's pulse thundered in her ears, her skin prickling where his furred thighs brushed hers. The cum—his, hers, theirs—cooled between them, sticky and evidence of the chaos. She should have been sore, wrecked, but the thrill lingered, a low hum in her veins, making her clench around him experimentally. He groaned, hips twitching forward in response, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. What the hell was this? Some satyr stamina bullshit? She didn't know, but part of her—the reckless, hungry part—didn't care. Not yet.

"Still not talking?" she rasped, turning her head to glare at him over her shoulder. Her hair stuck to her sweat-damp face, wild and tangled.

Michael's smile was lazy, predatory, as he traced a claw along her spine, dipping low to where they were joined. "Words are overrated," he said, pressing just enough to make more of his cum seep out, warm against her skin. "You feel me? That's the truth."

She shivered, hating how right he was. Her body betrayed her, hips shifting back for more friction, even as her mind screamed for a break. "You're an animal," she muttered, but there was no heat in it—just awe, laced with that same shiver she'd felt when he sang to her at the bar, back when he was just a dirtbag with a guitar and sad eyes.

"And you're addicted," he shot back, finally easing out of her with a wet pop that made her whimper. Cum gushed free, spilling down her inner thighs, and he watched it with that same fixated hunger, his cock bobbing heavy and slick in the air. He flipped her onto her back gently this time, settling between her legs without entering her, just letting the tip nudge her entrance teasingly.

Jody stared up at him, the moonlight catching the curve of his horns, the way his chest heaved with restrained need. His eyes—those tired, dark brown ones she'd noticed from the stage—were glowing faintly now, but the sadness was still there, buried under the lust. It pulled at her, that vulnerability mixed with the beast, making her want to unravel him as much as he was unraveling her.

"Fine," she said, reaching up to tug him down by one horn, her fingers tangling in the coarse hair at his temple. "No more questions. But if you're gonna keep filling me up like that, at least make it count."

His grin widened, fangs flashing, and he surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, devouring. She tasted herself on him, mixed with the salt of sweat, and arched into it, her hands roaming his back, nails digging into the shifting fur. He ground against her, cock sliding through the mess on her pussy, coating himself anew, the friction making her gasp into his mouth.

They rolled in the grass, a tangle of limbs and heat, until she was on top, straddling his hips. His claws gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as she sank down onto him again, slower this time, savoring the stretch. "Fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips, feeling him hit deeper from this angle. The cum from before squelched with every movement, obscene and hot, her clit grinding against his pelvis.

Michael's hands roamed, one sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting just hard enough to make her buck. The other dipped lower, a claw-tipped finger circling her asshole, teasing the tight ring without pushing in. Jody's breath caught, a fresh wave of arousal flooding her. "You want that?" he murmured, voice thick. "My finger in your ass while you ride my dick?"

She nodded, biting her lip, too far gone to play coy. "Do it. Fuck, just—"

He pressed in slowly, the intrusion burning sweet, stretching her in a way that made her pussy clench around him tighter. Inch by inch, his finger sank into her ass, the dual fullness overwhelming, sending shocks up her spine. She rode him harder, chasing the pressure, her tits bouncing with each drop of her hips. "Oh God, yes—deeper," she demanded, her voice raw.

He obliged, finger thrusting in time with her movements, his other hand guiding her rhythm. The playground faded—the swings, the slide, all of it—until there was just the slap of skin, the wet glide of him inside her, the building ache in her core. Another orgasm crested, sharper this time, her ass tightening around his finger as she came with a shuddering cry, gushing over his cock.

Michael flipped them again without pulling out, his finger slipping free as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him pound deeper, his balls smacking her ass, stirring the mess into a froth. "Gonna fill this pussy again," he growled, eyes locked on hers. "Mark you inside out."

Jody could only nod, her mind tettering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Michael slammed his hips into Jody's thighs, a load clapping sound with each obscene thrust pushing Jody's mind further and further into the abyss. Soon all she could feel was the overwhelming sensation of being railed into oblivion.

"Almost there. This is going to be the last of me. Everything I have left is going to pour into you. Jody, if you can still hear me, this is the hottest fucking night of my long life. Thank you for wanting me. Having me, and letting me have you."

Jody did hear him, and mouthed the words, "Do it."

And then he did. One final thrust and Jody felt her last orgasm like a tidal wave, she couldn't cry out this time, her voice choking as all her muscles seized, including her throat. She felt her womb full with his last ejaculation and it felt like into was seeping into her body and soul. Touching her, warming her in places she had never knew existed. The last thing she felt was Michael's hot breath on her throat and his weight as he collapsed on her and then, finally, she was carried off on a wave of bliss.