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Kayla let out a moan when he called her his good girl. When he moved behind her she went down tonto her elbow for a better stance, so if he fucked her like his fingers did she needed to be more solidified. Kayla let out a deep moan when he slid into her. "mmm yes I like being your good girl, if i'm bad will you spank me?" she asked having heard that line in the brothel. Women always teasing men about being naughty and needing a good hard fucking or spanking.

When he gripped her hips and started pulling her back on him to meet his deep thrust she was gasping, grunting, moaning and purring. "OH GOD YES" she yelled as their bodies began to smack against each other. "Mmm god Eric yes, fuck me like you own me" she begged (having heard that line at the brothel as well) as her little star winked at him with the new carnal desire he awakened.

The harder and deeper he fucked her, the wetter and louder she got. It didn't take very long for Eric to fuck he into multiple orgasms rocking through her as she kept wanting it.
 
Hearing Kayla talk the way she did was surprising to Eric but it also turned him on. He loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to demand it of him. The women in the brothel often talked dirty like that but it always seemed to lack and real enthusiasm or genuineness. "Give me that pussy.... Give it to me." Eric grunted as he landed a loud slap on her ass that left a bright crimson print.

Each time she came her orgasm was accompanied by a rush of her juices soaking Eric's thick curls and streaming down his thighs. Shoving her forward, Kayla collapsed onto her stomach and Eric followed her down, his deep thrusts continuing to pound against her deepest depths as he breathing started to become ragged.

"Oh fuck...... Yes.....Fuck." He groaned out before he motion froze and his pulsating cock pumped stream after stream of his seed deep inside her.

When Eric's orgasm finally subsided he withdrew from Kayla then lowered himself to her side as he fought to control his breathing.
 
She moaned loudly at Erics' statement "give me that pussy, give it to me". She moaned loudly and pushed back harder when he smacked her ass.

The harder he fucked her the more she came. It was almost like she had an on switch, and he found it. When she came for the last time he pushed her forward and was pounding the hell out of her pussy. Clamping down hard on his cock when he came milking every drop into her. "mmmmm" she purred as he withdrew. When both of their breathing finally subsided she turned and kissed him deeply. "I almost asked you to try all your fingers. But I didn't want you to freak out." she smiled at him reveling in her achy pussy.

"In the brothel they would talk about how some of the men would shove it in their back door. I don't know if that's a thing."
 
Hearing that she actually wanted more was a surprise. As it was Eric had felt like perhaps he was already stretching her too much and though it didn’t sound like he was hurting her, he didn’t want her to ache too much afterwards. “The back door?” Eric asked, wincing at the mere thought of how much it might hurt to have even the smallest of fists jammed into your ass. “Feel like that’s probably something you’d need to work your way up to.” He added with a laugh.

It had been a busy day and as tired as the two were, it didn’t take them long to fall asleep. In the morning Eric woke and stoked the fire before cutting up more of the fruit they’d found for some breakfast. “Think I might go hunting for something other than fish today. Want to go?” He asked, hoping that maybe a hunt might take her mind off of what the evening had in store for her.
 
She stretched feeling slightly sore from his pounding.
"mm" she said taking a drink of fresh water, as she ate some of the fruit Eric had cut up. "Sure" she replied to the idea of hunting for dinner. She put her knife belt on with her daggers and her shoes. "I need to make us some clothes this afternoon. It will help avoid scratches and such from the things we do to make this a home and survive."

Kayla followed him down the rocky path into the woods. "with any luck we'll find some dear. Their pelts will be good for winter, and their meat will give us some nourishment. We can use almost every part of them." she whispered. It seemed that Eric was almost 100% healed which was a good thing. She knew that it had to be on her mind what the demon would do to her.
 
Having something warm to wear on the cool nights or when the season changed would definitely be of use so Eric hoped that they might find something like a deer that could provide for them for more than just a day. It seemed most likely that they'd encounter one in the higher ground of the island so they worked their way quietly up the steep slopes and through the tangled vines.

When the crested a ridge the vines gave way to a clearing covered with lush grass. Eric's eyes were immediately drawn to the large stone formation that seemed to have been placed in the center. "What's that?" he asked aloud as they crept closer.

As they drew closer Eric could see that the stone had been sculpted into a large horizontal X shape. The rough edges made it clear that this wasn't something that had formed naturally over time but the subtle smoothing of those edges told him that it had been there for some time. "Strange." Eric said as he inspected the manacles that were attached at the end of each length, similar to what he'd expect to be used for securing a prisoner, but why up here and like this. Sacrifices? It was clear that it was intended to hold someone with their arms and legs outstretched and it made Eric wonder if the demon wasn't the only thing on this island they needed to be concerned about.

The light gray rock was largely uniform in color except for some unusual staining that seemed to have collected and darkened the stone at he union of the X where he suspected the legs might be secured. Eric looked around suddenly suspicious that they were being watched. "What do you make of it?" he asked, his gaze returning to Kayla.
 
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