The world had shrunk to the space between their bodies, to the scent of Grape Old Wine and Vanilla Strawberry mingling in the air, thick and sweet as honey. The awkwardness of the "visual aid" was a distant memory, burned away by the simple, profound question Althea whispered into the space between them.
"I wanna do it now, Haven. Can I kiss you?"
Haven's breath hitched. The raw vulnerability in her eyes was a stark contrast to the powerful lines of her body. "Are you sure," her voice was a ragged, torn thing, scraping from her throat, "you won't regret this, Althea?"
Althea's answer was not in words, but in touch. She reached up, her fingers tracing the sharp, elegant line of Haven's jaw, a silent promise. "I won't. Please," she whispered, and leaned up to capture Haven's lips in a kiss that was both a question and an answer.
This time, Haven's response was a dam breaking. It was not the gentle exploration of new lovers, but the fierce, desperate claiming of a bond that had always existed, waiting to be reawakened. It was all-consuming, a conflagration that burned away the last vestiges of doubt. While her mouth plundered Althea's with a devastating fervor, her hands moved with practiced, frantic efficiency. She made quick work of the buttons on Althea's silk pajama top, pushing the fabric aside. Her fingers found the clasp of Althea's bra, and with a deft, confident flick, it was undone.
A thrill shot through Althea, but it was quickly followed by a surge of her own Dominant curiosity. She broke the kiss, her chest heaving. "Wait, Haven," she panted, her eyes wide and earnest. "I wanna test something. Can I… do you? You know, to see if I can help you? To see if I can help… materialize your shaft?"
The request hung in the air, so bold and intimate it made the room spin. Haven's eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks. She looked utterly shocked, then profoundly shy, her gaze dropping to the sheets. For a long moment, Althea thought she'd gone too far. Then, Haven gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. "Okay," she breathed, the word laced with a nervous trust that made Althea's heart ache.
With trembling, determined hands, Althea guided Haven to lie back. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Haven's trousers and panties, pulling them down in one slow, deliberate motion. What she saw made her breath catch.
It wasn't what she'd expected from the clinical diagrams and the dramatic porn. There was no shaft. Haven, in her unaroused state, looked… like her. A female body, all soft, vulnerable folds. The sight was somehow more intimate than any fantasy, a secret landscape she'd been granted permission to explore.
"Can I… put my fingers?" Althea asked, her voice hushed with reverence.
Haven, her face turned to the side, her ears burning crimson, gave another shy nod.
Althea's touch was tentative at first. She traced the outer lips, learning the shape of her. Then, her fingers found Haven's clit, a small, hidden pearl. She tried to pinch it gently, as she'd seen in the video, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Haven. Emboldened, she slid her fingers lower, through the slick, sticky warmth that had already gathered there.
"You're wet, Haven," Althea murmured, a goofy, triumphant smile touching her lips.
Haven didn't respond with words, only a choked gasp, her hands fisting in the sheets.
Althea's fingers explored further, finding Haven's entrance. She slid one finger inside, marveling at the tight, clutching heat. Remembering the video, she arched her finger upward, searching for a spot, a reaction.
"Althea," Haven gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Can you… put two fingers? Please?"
Althea followed without hesitation, adding a second finger, stretching her slowly. The sensation was incredible Haven was so warm inside, a furnace that seemed to heat Althea's very bones. "You're so warm, Haven," she whispered, her voice full of awe. "Your insides are so warm, it's warming up my fingers." While her right hand worked, her left came up to cup Haven's breast, her thumb rubbing circles over the pebbled nipple, using it as an anchor, a point of balance in the storm of sensation. "You like this, Haven?"
"Yes," Haven choked out, the word a strained confession.
Althea continued her ministrations, a mantra of touch and exploration. She focused on the rhythm, on the feel of Haven clenching around her fingers, on the way her breath hitched. And then, it happened. Like magic unfolding beneath her touch, Haven's clit began to swell, lengthen, and transform. Before Althea's bewildered eyes, it grew into a proud, erect Alpha shaft.
The sight was bewildering, beautiful, and utterly primal.
But the moment Haven peaked, crying out as she came around Althea's fingers, the shaft softened, slumping against her thigh, already beginning to recede. Haven immediately brought both hands up to cover her face, a gesture of pure, abject shame.
"See, Althea?" she mumbled, her voice muffled and thick with self-loathing. "This is why your past self hated me. Called me impotent. I cannot stand."
"Hush now," Althea said, her voice firm and gentle as she gently pulled Haven's hands away from her face. "That was the past me. I don't care about this. It just makes me learn more about you." Driven by a fierce, protective curiosity, she reached out and gently took the softening shaft in her hand, stroking it, trying to will it back to life.
Her touch on the sensitive tip made Haven jolt, and miraculously, it began to harden again, standing tall and firm in her grasp. Althea stroked it, up and down, watching Haven's face contort in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment until she came again with a broken cry, her release spilling over Althea's fingers. Once more, the shaft quickly softened.
Now looking utterly mortified, Haven gently but firmly retrieved Althea's hands. "That's enough, Althea. You tried. Now… let me do you instead, okay?" The plea in her voice was unmistakable. She needed to reclaim some control, to give pleasure instead of focusing on her perceived failure.
Not wanting to push her, not wanting to add to the seed of self-loathing, Althea simply smiled and leaned in. "It's okay, Haven. Alright, you can do me." She sealed the promise with a deep, reassuring kiss.
What followed was a masterclass in devotion. Haven broke the kiss, her hot mouth trailing a path of fire down Althea's throat, over her collarbones, until she reached the swell of her breasts. Her hands came up to cup them, her thumbs circling Althea's already pebbled nipples, making her gasp and arch off the bed.
"Haven…" Althea moaned, her head thrashing side to side.
Haven answered by taking one taut peak into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with a skillful pressure that was just shy of pain. Althea cried out, her hands fisting in Haven's hair. At the same time, Haven's right hand slipped down, under the waistband of her pajama pants, and into the lace of her panties. Her fingers met slick, searing heat.
Althea bucked against her touch. "See, Haven?" she panted, her voice dripping with wanton need. "I'm so wet for you. I really want this."
Haven's answer was in her actions. She released Althea's breast and moved down her body, stripping away her pajamas with a swift, efficient motion. Althea lay bare before her, her skin flushed, her body trembling.
Haven's gaze was worshipful. She settled between Althea's thighs, her fingers returning to her slick folds, circling her clit with a tantalizing slowness that made Althea moan a continuous, pleading sound.
Haven looked up, her eyes dark with lust and a deep, protective tenderness. "Can I go down, Althea?" she asked, her voice husky. "I need to loosen you up before I enter you. I don't want to hurt you."
The request, so considerate amidst the feral hunger, sent a fresh wave of love crashing through Althea. "Okay," she breathed. "I trust you."
The first touch of Haven's tongue was a revelation. It was flat and broad, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit. Althea jolted, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Haven held her hips steady, her mouth latching onto Althea's core with a focused intensity. She ate her like a woman starved, her tongue delving inside before returning to lavish attention on her clit, sucking the swollen bud into her mouth.
Althea was mindless, lost in a sea of sensation. Haven then added a finger, sliding one, then two inside, crooking them until she found the spot that made Althea see stars.
"Does it hurt, Althea?" Haven asked, her voice muffled against her flesh.
"No!" Althea gasped, her back bowing. "Oh, god, no! Haven, you're so good! You're doing great, my Haven!"
Encouraged, Haven redoubled her efforts. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter. "Haven, I feel something… something's coming!" she warned.
A gush of release flooded Haven's mouth, and Althea screamed, her body convulsing through a powerful orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her boneless.
Before she could come down, Haven did something that shocked her. She buried her face deeper, her tongue plunging inside, drinking every last drop.
"Haven, no!" Althea cried out, half in protest, half in ecstasy. "That's dirty!"
Haven ignored her, lapping at her with a primal need to consume, to claim. "Haaaveen!" Althea sobbed, her hips twitching helplessly.
Finally, Haven rose above her, her chin glistening. She looked down at her, her eyes blazing with possessiveness and love. She slowly licked her lips.
And Althea saw it. Haven's shaft was standing again, bigger and wider this time, thick and veined, a testament to her arousal.
Emboldened by her climax and the raw display, Althea reached a trembling hand out. "Haven… put it in me, please?"
Haven didn't hesitate. She positioned herself at Althea's dripping entrance. "Relax, Althea," she coaxed, pushing forward with a slow, inexorable pressure. "It's half through. There."
The stretch was intense, breathtaking. Tears welled in Althea's eyes and spilled over, tracking down her temples. They weren't tears of sadness, but of overwhelming emotion, of the profound rightness of this union.
Then Haven was fully sheathed. Althea felt impossibly full.
"Althea, relax," Haven gritted out, a sheen of sweat on her brow. "You're choking me. Are you trying to cut me off?"
Althea let out a watery laugh. "Haven, why the fuck are you so big anyway? It's not like the videos!"
A ghost of a smirk touched Haven's lips. "Well, surprise."
"Fuck, you're so full of surprises," Althea breathed. "Now kiss me. I might relax if you kiss me. And by the way, remove your shirt. I wanna see boobies!"
Haven actually chuckled. She pulled her shirt off, revealing a torso of lean, defined power.
Althea's eyes widened. "Fuck. Look at those muscles." She pulled Haven down for a deep, searching kiss, and as their tongues tangled, she felt her inner muscles finally relax. "Haven… you can try to move now."
Haven did. She started with slow, deep thrusts, but soon, the primal need took over. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room.
"Ha… Haven… it feels so good! Deeper, please!" Althea cried out.
"You like that, Althea?" Haven growled, her thrusts becoming harder, faster.
"Yes! I like it! And I like it more because it's you, Haven!" Althea confessed.
The bed rocked with their frantic rhythm. Haven's hands gripped Althea's hips, holding her in place as she drove into her, again and again.
"Haven! I'm cumming again! Faster, please!" Althea screamed.
Haven's thrusts became a punishing, relentless piston. With a shattered cry, Althea came, her inner walls clamping down in violent spasms. But Haven didn't stop.
"I'm sorry, Althea," she grunted. "I'm not done yet."
"It's okay," Althea panted. "You can knot me."
Haven stilled, her eyes searching Althea's. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Althea said, her voice firm. "Give it to me. I wanna baby-trap you so you won't leave me ever. Please?"
A strange, soft look crossed Haven's feral features. "You won't trap me."
"I'm just kidding," Althea whispered, smiling.
"I know," Haven replied, and then, with a final, deep, grinding thrust, she pushed her knot past the tight ring of Althea's entrance.
The feeling was indescribable. A profound, locking fullness that sealed them together. As Haven's release flooded her, hot and deep, Althea felt another, smaller orgasm ripple through her. It was a biological and spiritual binding.
"Fuck," Althea breathed, feeling the subtle pulses inside her. "So this is the feeling of knotting?"
Later, after the knot had subsided and they lay spent, Haven reached for her phone.
"What are you doing?" Althea asked.
"I'm filing a leave of absence for tomorrow, too."
"Why?"
Haven turned, a rare, genuine, mischievous smile gracing her lips. "Well, someone said she wants to baby-trap me."
Althea's heart soared. "I did say that." A new, bold energy surged through her. She moved with fluid grace, straddling Haven's hips and sinking down onto her already hardening shaft. "Fuck, Haven, this position is so good!"
But soon, her thighs burned, and she collapsed forward. "I'm sorry your wife is weak. Now can you serve her, please, and continue?"
Haven chuckled. "Weak." She flipped them over with effortless strength. "As you wish."
They made love through the entire afternoon, forgetting the world. Finally, spent and sated, Althea lay amidst the tangled sheets. "Damn, might as well give me twins. That was too much."
Haven, scooping her up into her arms, nuzzled her neck. "How about triplets?"
She carried Althea to the enormous, sunken marble bathtub. "Are you trying to do the aftercare thing?" Althea asked.
"Maybe," Haven said.
But Althea felt the hard length of Haven's erection pressing against her thigh. She smirked. "I don't think so. I see your member is still standing. How about you try being inside me here?"
Haven's arms tightened around her. "That's what I was planning," she bantered back.
"Wow, growing bold now, are we?"
"I'm taking my chances."
"Then take me."
"As my wife commands."
And so, in the warm, enveloping water, and later under the rain showerhead, they made love again kiss marks and put some love bites all over their bodies. It was a relentless, beautiful onslaught. When Haven finally, thoroughly cleaned her and carried her back to bed, Althea felt cherished, worshipped, and utterly claimed.
She lay in the fresh sheets, wrapped in a fluffy robe. "Haven," she said, her stomach rumbling. "I'm hungry. I wanna order some Korean fried chicken."
Haven smiled, a soft, open expression. "Okay."
Soon, they were seated on the living room floor, the coffee table laden with boxes of crispy chicken. They ate with their fingers, a comfortable silence settling between them. The meal was a grounding experience, a wonderful mundanity after the intensity.
Pushing the bones away, Althea groaned. "That was glorious." She crawled closer to Haven, pressing her shoulder against hers. "But right now, my mind is saying… bed."
"We just got out of it," Haven pointed out, a teasing quirk to her lips.
"I know. But I want the other kind of bed activity now," Althea insisted, taking Haven's hand. "I want to sleep in your bed. With you. The whole night. I need proper cuddles."
Haven's fingers immediately laced with hers. "I would like that, Althea. Very much."
They returned to the master bedroom. When they were both finally settled under the covers—Haven in her sweatpants and Althea blissfully naked Haven pulled Althea into her arms, spooning her. The heavy scent of Grape Old Wine, muskier now and infinitely comforting, was a soothing blanket. Sushi curled up at the foot of the bed.
Althea sighed, melting into the embrace, her ear pressed over Haven's steady heartbeat. "This is perfect."
"It is," Haven agreed, her voice rough with emotion. Her hand gently rubbed Althea's hip.
"I still can't believe it," Althea whispered. "This morning, I was panicking over porn tutorials, and now… I know you." She twisted to look up at Haven. "When I burned the papers… was it too crazy?"
Haven's expression softened. She brushed a strand of hair from Althea's forehead. "It was the opposite of crazy. You were destroying the escape route. It proved that despite the amnesia, some primal part of you was fighting to stay. And when you chose to trust me later when you asked for the knot that was the real binding. You chose me, completely."
Althea felt happy tears sting her eyes. "I love you, Haven. I love your grumpy face, your clean sheets, your surprisingly large Alpha surprise. Please let me love you, as the new me. Please?"
Haven's arms tightened around her. "Okay. I'll let you love me. I love you, too, Althea," she whispered, the admission raw. "I have always loved you."
"No more pressure, though, right?" Althea asked, snuggling back down. "We're just… us."
"No pressure," Haven agreed. "Just us. We'll rewrite the script, one day at a time. Starting with me making you breakfast every morning and not allowing you near the gas stove."
Althea giggled, relaxing fully. "Perfect."
She listened to the slow, steady rhythm of Haven's heartbeat. She was exhausted, sated, and completely loved. The knot of fear that had been lodged in her chest since the amnesia was gone.
"Good night, my grumpy Alpha," Althea whispered, her voice slurring with sleep.
Haven squeezed her gently. "Good night, my chaotic tyrant Omega."
And in the silence of the room, the two women, wife and wife once more, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.