Author's Note:
So, I'm back after the holidays and it just so happens that we start this year off with quite a milestone - chapter 50! :D
When I started writing this story, I quite honestly thought that this would be the number of chapters that it would take to finish it, but evidently, it kind of took on a life of its own :)
I don't know how many chapters are left before it's done, but I do hope you guys will continue to enjoy it and stay for the entirety of this crazy ride :)
Also very fitting, since it IS the first chapter of 2019 AND chapter 50 to boot, we're starting off with a smut-filled chapter and quite a milestone for two of our dear characters (which some of you might have already guessed by the title ;) )
WARNING: This chapter contains smut. It will be clearly marked and is skippable (though this is not recommended).
Happy New Year, everyone!
Lydia
"Cold?" The Ape King asked concernedly, eyeing her with those intense, green orbs of his.
They were once again sitting in the secluded cavern they both frequented on those nights when sleep wouldn't find them, while Cornelius had gone off to sleep with Tinker for once.
Lydia and Caesar had been in the cave for some time now, enjoying the quiet of the night when it had suddenly begun raining, a torrential downpour beating against the earth and the surface of the river just outside their secret shelter, drowning out the sounds of the forest.
Aside from creating a steady drumming all around the little cave, the rainfall had also caused a sudden drop in temperature and now, Lydia was sat in her thin top, barely suppressing the shivers that fought their way along her chilled skin. She chuckled good-naturedly in reply to his question, rubbing her upper arms. She regretted not taking her hoodie, but this wasn't something she couldn't handle, honestly.
"Just a bit. Nothing to worry about."
It didn't seem to convince Caesar, who raised an eyebrow at her as he continued to study her slightly shivering form. He looked to be contemplating something, and Lydia almost felt naked under his scrutiny as he kept staring.
"Come here." He suddenly spoke with a serious look on his face, lifting his right arm for her to be able to scoot closer, under the crook of the large limb.
Even if it seemed to be an invitation at first, he didn't wait for her to decide on the matter as he promptly wrapped his long arm around her shoulders and pulled her flush against his side, forcing Lydia to brace a hand against his pectoral muscle and release a soft yelp of surprise. His fur was thick and soft under her fingers and she barely managed to resist the urge to card her slender digits through it the moment she touched it.
Lydia was flooded with his warmth the moment he pulled her close and felt the certain heat of a mild blush creep across her cheeks at his proximity. It had been ages since she had been this close to him…
"Better?" He asked, rubbing her arm gently. It felt amazingly warm against her chilled skin.
There was a soft, barely-visible smirk to be found on his gruff features, a certain mirth present in his eyes as he took in her startled expression and Lydia rolled her own, blue orbs in mock-exasperation. Still, it was nice to see that, despite everything that was going on, Caesar hadn't lost his humour. It had been uncommon for him to show it even before the war had started, but nowadays, it was as rare as finding a precious jewel in a pile of freshly burned charcoal.
Lydia nodded in reply to his question, adjusting herself against his side to get more comfortable. This was better, alright. Warm and safe – a feeling Lydia hadn't enjoyed in a long time now. Not since Orion had left with Blue Eyes and Rocket to find the colony's new home, the nest as well as her heart feeling so much colder with her son's departure.
She couldn't blame him for it, though. He was a grown ape by now and needed to follow his own path. One Lydia knew she could not always join him on, as she had told him before he had left.
But the fluttering sensation in her stomach and the urge to lean closer… That was something she hadn't felt for even longer now. Not since Roy had died…
It had to be about a year ago now. A year since that dreadful night it had all spiralled out of control.
Lydia had no idea how long they sat there, with her pressed against Caesar's flank and his arm draped around her like she belonged there as the hammering of steady rainfall sounded against the earth outside their little hidey-hole. It could hardly be called a cave, the roof little more than an outcrop of the cliff that made up the foundation of the ape colony, but it was cosy to Lydia all the same.
"This is nice…" She commented quietly, laying her head against the Ape King's broad shoulder and pulling her legs half-way underneath herself, leaning further on him as she did so.
"Mhmm." He rumbled in confirmation, placing his own head on top of the human woman's as they stared out between the overhanging roots and across the river, the thick raindrops disrupting the surface of the water as it flowed past.
The scenery in front of them, coupled with the warmth radiating off the large ape male beside her and the slow movements of his torso as he breathed lulled Lydia into a rare state of blissful tranquillity. Truthfully, the only thing keeping her from actually falling asleep right now was the simple fact that it was Caesar who was holding her like this, making her heart flutter with every beat.
And then she felt it. Caesar gently nuzzling her hair, inhaling deeply as he took in her scent – she had felt it enough times with Roy to know that that was what he was doing.
Scenting her.
Lydia shivered ever so slightly with the action but did nothing to stop or question him – the move, however subtle and brief, had managed to stir something forgotten inside her. Something she hadn't thought she would get to feel again.
That slight tug at her heart.
The sweet, barely-there tingle running up her spine.
The smouldering heat rising in her abdomen from between her thighs.
A stuttering breath left Lydia as this realisation struck her. She had been attracted to the Ape King for years now, but her love and devotion to Roy had kept her from acting on it in the past. Her feelings had been too strong back then, and she knew it had been the same for Caesar regarding Cornelia.
And so, they had both buried their feelings deep within, choosing instead to remain the best of friends even after that night at Caesar's childhood home when they had finally talked about it – at least in vague terms.
Then, Roy had died a few nights later, bleeding to death in Lydia's arms and marking the beginning of an agonizingly long period of mourning for the human woman. It had taken her the better part of six months to get even remotely over the death of her first love, crying herself to sleep on those long, cold nights in the nest, without his love and warm embrace to remind her that she was not alone.
And then there had been that talk with Caesar, in the very cave they were sitting in right now, when they had finally admitted their attraction to one another – properly – but agreed that it had been too soon for the both of them.
Ever since then, every time there had been a moment between them, it had been like that. The feeling of lust spiking in her gut only to be extinguished moments later by sorrow and guilt. It had been too soon for so long that Lydia hadn't known if the time would ever come. The time when she could indulge in the desires of both her heart and her body. Which was why it startled her that now when, for the first time since that dreadful night, her body's reaction to Caesar's advances were not drowned out by thoughts of guilt and betrayal towards her lost love.
It hadn't gone away completely, and Lydia doubted it ever would, but…
Now, a full year later, Lydia felt that she could move on. That she was able to act on those feelings for the Ape King which had been stowed away so long ago, deep within the recesses of her mind as well as her heart.
And with that thought, Lydia turned her head and reciprocated Caesar's gesture by nuzzling her own face into the thick, greying beard lining his jaw, inhaling his scent as well. He smelled like the forest, fresh pine and dewy moss mixed with… something else… something entirely him.
She sighed against his neck, stirring the fur there with her warm breath and making him shiver ever so slightly.
"I have still not forgotten my feelings for you." He informed her in that gravelly, baritone voice of his, so close to her ear that it sent a pleasant thrill down through her body and had her do a subtle but sharp inhale against his throat.
It did not go unnoticed by the Ape King, who pulled her closer and buried his nose in her dark tresses, breathing her in and letting her scent completely flood his senses.
"Only, I needed… time…" Caesar spoke lowly into her hair, the barest hint of apology in his voice.
"I know…" Lydia answered quietly. "I did too…"
"And now?" He questioned, his lips barely brushing against the shell of her ear.
"Now…" She trailed off as he moved back a few inches to look at her, and she turned her head to meet his green-and-golden stare. "Now, I think I can manage… that is, if you still… want me…"
They stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, their faces so close she could feel Caesar's warm breath against her mouth. His parted lips were no more than an inch away, so tantalizingly close...
His arm tightened around her upper back, pressing her further against him before Caesar tentatively reached his free hand up to her face, almost as if he feared she would flee if he moved too fast. When the warm, calloused pads of his fingers finally touched her smooth cheek, soon followed by the entire palm of his large hand, Lydia released a stuttering, barely audible sigh onto Caesar's lips and clenched her fists against his solid chest.
She could feel her heart hammering furiously inside her ribcage, the beating so unforgivingly vicious it was almost painful.
"Lydia…" Caesar's low, baritone voice sounded almost huskily.
Then, the Ape King leaned forward, his rough lips finally pressing against Lydia's full ones, soft and gentle, as if testing out the sensation. Seemingly liking what he found, he used the hand on her cheek to bring her closer, deepening the kiss as his lips started to work against hers. He closed his eyes then, all his focus directed at the feel of her mouth on his. She hadn't imagined that the act of kissing would be so natural to him, but then again, he had grown up with humans and had probably witnessed this particular behaviour before.
Lydia reciprocated all the same, letting her lids slide shut over her eyes as well.
They turned to face each other as their kiss grew deeper and hotter, and Caesar pulled her impossibly close to his warm, unyielding body, groaning into her mouth as he felt her fingers sift through the thick hair on his chest.
Soon, a daring impulse took hold of Lydia as she felt Caesar's raging heartbeat under her palms, and she let her tongue venture out to run softly across his bottom lip, making the Ape King draw in a quick breath of surprise before he growled lowly at the sensation. He must have enjoyed it, Lydia concluded, for it took him only a moment to open his mouth in turn and meet her tongue with his own, his hot, heavy breath leaving him in harsh bursts as the kiss grew more heated.
After what seemed like an eternity of their lips working against each other, Caesar pulled away slowly to stare at Lydia with half-lidded eyes, the golden flecks highlighted by his lust-darkened, green irises.
His face was no more than a fraction of an inch from her own, and still Lydia whimpered quietly at the loss of his lips. His touch, his scent and his intense stare had ignited a fire in her that she long since thought had been put out for good, and now that it was back, she couldn't get enough of it.
That teasing, flickering flame of desire that she knew would burn white-hot and roaring inside her.
She had damn near forgotten that feeling.
"Don't stop…" Her voice was small and needy, barely a whisper as it left her.
(Smut Begins Here)
Lydia would have cringed at her own tone, had she had half a mind to care anymore. She had abandoned her inhibitions the moment Caesar's lips had touched hers and now, she needed this like the air they both breathed.
Needed his rough lips on her sensitive skin.
Needed his arms to lock tightly around her and keep her close.
Needed his large, impossibly warm hands gliding up and down her body, branding her with his passionate touch.
Caesar only took a brief moment to stare searchingly into her eyes, as if trying to find any hint that she didn't want this, even now, before he obliged her and captured her lips with his own once more.
There was a renewed urgency in his touch now, and it didn't take long for Caesar's lips to begin trailing from Lydia's mouth to her jaw and throat, the hand on her cheek skimming down her neck, shoulder and flank, barely brushing against her clothed breast before settling on her hip, where it began kneading gently through her thin top.
She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric, and Lydia moved her hands up to rest at the base of Caesar's skull, pulling him ever closer as she moaned and sighed in pleasure, completely lost in the way his mouth lavished her neck with attention.
Soon his hand found its way underneath her clothes, and he began tenderly running the rough pads of his fingers along the soft, pliant flesh he found there. She gasped quietly against his ear as she felt it, her skin tingling wherever he touched her.
His hot mouth left her neck as he moved to pull off her top, sliding his large hands with agonizing slowness up her sides until Lydia was forced to lift her arms. She wasn't wearing her leather chest guard, which she usually used as a bra underneath her shirts, and so, her breasts were exposed to him the moment he pulled off her top and her arms came down to rest around his neck.
The Ape King did another sharp intake of breath at the sight, tossing her top aside as his intense gaze fixed onto her chest. A tingling spark went up through Lydia's gut from deep within her abdomen at his stare, making her rub her thighs together discreetly in an attempt to ease her spiking desire.
There was a certain reverence in his expression and the way he reached out to run a gentle hand up from her hip to cup her breast from underneath, kneading ever so softly once his hand had completely engulfed her soft mound. Lydia responded with a shaky moan, tightening her arms' grip around his neck and pushing her torso forward, seeking more of his touch.
The cold air of the rainy night sent a chill across her pale skin now that it was completely exposed, and Caesar was quick to take notice, pulling her flush against his body with his free arm once more. His hand on her breast never ceased its ministrations, however, and Lydia found herself gasping against his throat as his thumb strayed experimentally across her pert nipple.
Fuck, it felt good to be touched like this again.
"You like this?" He asked huskily as he put his mouth against her ear, brushing his lips slowly over the shell. It would have been such an innocent question, had his tone not been so dark and his voice so gravelly and thick with arousal.
"Mmhmmm… I do…" Lydia managed to whisper, biting her bottom lip when he gently pinched her hardened bud between his calloused fingers.
She knew he was hyperaware of her reactions the entire time as he continued to explore her flesh, his gaze darting back and forth between her face and what his fingers were doing to her, clearly testing out what worked best.
Soon his hand left her breast and Caesar pushed forward with his torso as he held her firmly around her upper back, leaving Lydia with no choice but to lean backwards further and further until she laid flat against the cold stone floor beneath them both. She didn't mind the unforgiving surface, however, only too happy to finally feel his bulk on top of her as he settled his hips between her legs.
The tell-tale nudge of something hard against the inside of her clothed thigh sent a wave of heat straight to Lydia's core, and she clenched her hands at the back of Caesar's head, suppressing a whimper.
The Ape King pinned her down with his weight as he leaned over her, the raw power that was inherent in him so much more obvious as he covered her smaller body with his own. His hand brushed a stray, dark lock of hair out of her face before it trailed down to continue the task of kneading her supple breast, his movements still tender despite the obvious, dark hunger for her in his eyes.
His mouth lowered to meet hers again, traveling down to her throat, where his blunt teeth began nipping at the skin and making Lydia groan rather loudly when he coupled the move with a firm stroke of his thumb against her sensitive nipple.
He growled into her throat when she bucked her hips against him, making his stiff member press tightly to her core, which was, regrettably, still covered by her deerskin pants.
Goodness, she wanted them off right now.
Still, it had the desired effect as Caesar, seemingly needing this just as much as Lydia did, began gently thrusting his pelvis against her centre, his large arms both circling her body and almost lifting her bottom half entirely off the cave floor and onto his lap as he bent over her. He buried his face into the crook of her shoulder as he did this, grunting quietly against her skin with each forward movement of his hips.
Lydia flung her arms around his shoulders and held firmly onto the Ape King, thoroughly enjoying the delicious friction his rutting provided against her aching heat and mewling contently all the while.
This felt so damn good, even with her pants still in place! The bulge of his erection put exquisite pressure on her covered clit and she dug her nails through his fur and into his skin in response.
"Lydia…" He panted her name again, his voice deep and dark as he kept licking and nibbling at the side of her neck.
She had just kicked off her boots and was about to wrap her legs around his back when he suddenly stopped her with a hand firmly placed on her hip, holding her down to still her movements against his pelvis as he lifted his torso from hers.
Lydia groaned at the loss of friction as he held still above her, staring down into her eyes with heavily lidded, golden-specked orbs.
It seemed a struggle for him to keep his hips from indulging her, but he managed to hold firm, even if his eyes told her that he wanted nothing more than to continue.
Damn the restraint this ape possessed!
"What is it, Caesar?" Lydia panted, trying her damn best to keep the impatience and pathetic need out of her voice. "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head before he spoke, the barest hint of a pant to his words.
"I want to know now… Before I will be unable to stop… Do you want this? Truly?" His voice was deep and gravelly as always, though with an intimate tone to it that Lydia sensed was entirely reserved for her and her alone.
Goodness, how could he ask something like this now? She was already half naked and panting for him, basically grinding herself against his cock and letting him grope her chest for the better part of ten minutes now – of course she wanted this!
"Yes…" She answered truthfully, staring him straight in the eyes as she spoke.
Right now, she craved this more than anything. She wanted him so much it was almost painful, and every second he delayed was bordering on agony for Lydia as the ache between her legs was left unattended.
She was even pretty confident she could have come undone just by the dry humping they had done so far, so great was her need in this moment.
"Yes, Caesar… I want this… I want you." She emphasized, her voice breathless and begging. "Now, please."
The sharp intake of breath he did then, coupled with the burning hot desire present in his gaze told Lydia that she had gotten her point across, and she had fully expected him to return to their previous activities right then and there.
Only he didn't. Not entirely, anyway.
Instead, a lustful, yet mischievous look crossed his features and Caesar leaned down over her once again, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers and his breath hot across her mouth.
"You want to mate with me?" He asked, his voice lust-darkened and growly as he slowly began pulling her pelvis against his crotch once again. It wasn't even a thrust – just a slow, steady increase in pressure as his hard member jutted at her clothed mound once more.
"Yes…" Lydia whimpered, biting her lip as his mouth skimmed down her jaw. He sucked her earlobe between his teeth once he reached it and she grabbed fistfuls of the fur on his back as the pressure continued to increase between her legs.
"To let me take you?" He persisted, swiping his hot tongue up her jugular.
"Yes!" She tried desperately to wriggle her hips against his hold in an attempt to finally get him to begin thrusting again – instead, he just kept increasing the pressure and soon, she could go no further, his entire member now lying flush against her clothed slit as her hips lie cradled in his firm hold.
"To be mine?" His formidable canines dragged leisurely against the side of her throat, immediately followed by a tender caress of his warm, wet tongue.
"Caesar!" Lydia exclaimed at last, no longer able to take his teasing – it had her dripping with desire, true, but it didn't relieve the ache he had caused as it pulsed through her abdomen.
Finally, mercifully, he relented and released his hold on her hips, moving his hands to her front as he began dealing with the remainder of her clothes, an incredibly tender look overtaking his features as he pulled back from her throat.
His large fingers worked the strings at the front of her pants like he was unwrapping a precious package, and when the deerskin clothing was finally loose enough around her hips to be pulled down, the Ape King did so with agonizing slowness, seemingly drinking in the sight of her smooth thighs as they were revealed to him.
Since he had leaned back from her torso, Lydia was no longer able to have her arms around his shoulders, so instead she propped herself up onto her elbows, breathing heavily as she took in the sight of the Ape King as he kneeled between her legs, his erect member now fully visible to her for the first time.
It was… well, larger than what she had been used to in the past – or maybe it had just been so embarrassingly long since she'd had the pleasure of having sex that she had forgotten how it was? Right now, she could hardly remember what it felt like to be stretched good and proper, in all honesty, yet she knew that she needed it more than ever as she stared the Ape King up and down.
He was truly a magnificent male, his frame wide and strong, his gold-flecked eyes smouldering with passion, and his jaw covered in a thick, coarse beard, the first grey hairs already appearing here and there, even if he was only just about to enter his twenties.
Once her pants and panties had both been discarded, Lydia was lying before Caesar starkly naked and vulnerable, her legs spread invitingly towards him.
His scorching gaze roved across her body with such an intensity that Lydia didn't even feel the chill of the rainy night air on her skin anymore. They travelled up her slender legs, her stomach, her breasts and then, at last, they settled on her heated core, his nostrils flaring as they did.
In the past, she might have been embarrassed by being this exposed to a male like Caesar, and the feeling of his eyes on her like that would most likely have made her feel compelled to close her legs and shy away from him with a prominent blush on her face.
Now, however, she had no such inhibitions and felt only a welcome, tingling sensation across her skin as he continued to admire her body. She had been with a male like this before – had felt that same kind of stare a hundred times over and learned what it truly meant in the process.
It was not critical scrutiny or an assessment of any sort – it was pure, undiluted lust, egged on by her own, obvious willingness for him.
And Lydia welcomed it. It felt good to be desired again. To feel that appreciative, raw stare and know that she was the cause of her partner's aroused state. Knowing that his hazy look, panting breath and the eager member standing at attention between his legs was her doing.
He looked up at her face then, green eyes meeting deep blue ones, both pairs lidded and misty as they connected. The Ape King reached forward, settling his large, impossibly warm palm flatly against her sternum as he pushed her gently backwards, indicating that he wanted her down on her back once more.
Lydia complied and lied back down, her arms stretched along her sides as she felt his hand glide heavily through the valley of her breasts and across the smooth expanse of her stomach before it came to rest her abdomen, just above the place where she wanted him the most.
The familiar ache between her trembling legs was now practically begging to be soothed by his fiery touch and Lydia canted her hips ever so slightly upwards against his heavy hand. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this...
"Show me how…" He suddenly spoke, his voice husky as he bent to loom over her once more. His fingers dug ever so slightly into the skin spanning across her lower stomach. "I want to know… how to please you."
Caesar
Caesar knew he had been relentless in his teasing of her, drawing it out and going all too slow, even by his own, usual standards.
It wasn't like he hadn't wanted to move things along at a quicker pace. Quite the opposite, to be honest. But somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that humans usually approached such things at a much slower pace than his own species did. It had taken his adoptive human father, Will, ages to come clean about his feelings for Caroline, Caesar remembered. Even after the ape himself had helped get things moving between them.
And while he had never witnessed them in... this kind of situation before, the Ape King imagined this slower pace also translated into the physical aspect of human relationships.
So, based on that knowledge, Caesar had decided to bide his time with a slower approach than he'd usually employ – and found that he quite liked it.
Also, in truth, he had wanted to savour this moment with her. Their first mating – something he had not imagined would happen a mere year ago. He wanted to map out her gorgeous body and test which touches drew the strongest responses from her, storing the information away within his mind for a later time, when he'd have her again.
And again.
And again.
He had realised, however, that while she had seemed to enjoy his ministrations so far, Caesar really had little experience with how to please a human woman physically. Having grown up in a human home himself and being exposed to things like television, and all it had to reveal on the subject, he knew that human women were quite different from ape females – but the memories he had from those days had mostly been discarded when he had made his new life with his apes in the forest and now, he felt oddly limited as Lydia lay spread out before him at last, her body practically begging to be touched.
And so, Caesar had done the only sensible thing – he had asked her to show him. Who else would be better to instruct him in pleasuring her, after all, than Lydia herself?
Her breath had hitched in her throat when he had first uttered his lascivious request, her mouth falling slightly agape in what seemed like a mixture between raw lust and pure astonishment.
Then, a thoughtful expression, tainted with just the barest hint of mischief, found its way across her face and she reached up to cup his cheek tenderly within her palm, running her thumb across his lips.
"Okay, Caesar…" She agreed, sliding her hand down to his chest and pushing him backwards, much like he had done to her only a minute or two ago. "Sit back against that rock over there for me, then."
A confused frown appeared on the Ape King's face at her words, and he looked over at where she had directed him to go, a somewhat flat area with a large boulder he could lean back on, before his gaze returned to her once again for an explanation.
"Why?" He asked, arousal still very much present in his baritone voice, though it was laced with deep puzzlement now.
"Just trust me." Was all she was willing to say, but the imploring look in Lydia's beautiful, blue orbs was what finally made him comply with her request.
He moved away from her, a difficult task in and of itself, as every fibre in his body screamed to get closer to her, and he sat back against the boulder further back in their secluded little cavern, waiting with bated breath for her to reveal her intentions.
Lydia wasted no time at all and slowly crawled up on all fours along his legs until she was able to straddle his lap, his aching erection painfully obvious as it stood at attention between their stomachs once she sat on his strong thighs.
Her hands slid from his hips and up along his stomach and pectorals, against the grain of his dark fur, and Caesar groaned lowly in his throat at the wonderful sensation of her slender fingers on the skin she found underneath the hair.
Then, her hands travelled down his shoulders until she could grab hold of his thick, powerful forearms, and she began to slowly guide his hands across her soft, pliant flesh – her thighs, her sides, her shoulders and neck – her hands took his own anywhere they pleased as his breath grew steadily harsher through his flared nostrils.
This woman… This human woman, sitting on top of him, guiding him, with not even an ounce of self-consciousness about her as her body was on display…
She was gorgeous. There was no other way the Ape King could word it.
"I like it when you touch me here." She whispered then, as she pulled his right hand towards her plump breast, encasing his much larger hand in hers as she made him cup the soft mound with his calloused, rough palm. She guided his fingers to knead her exactly how she liked it best and had him tease her perked, hard nipple between his large digits, drawing soft, pleasured moans and sighs from her.
Seemingly satisfied that his right hand was doing a good job, Lydia then took a gentle hold of Caesar's bearded jaw, pulling him towards her as she stared intently into his eyes.
"I like to feel your mouth on me too…" Her words sounded in a cracked voice before their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss. She pulled back sooner than he would have liked, though he didn't mind all that much when she began directing his face down her neck, silently urging him to kiss and nip along the tender flesh.
"Your tongue…" She whispered against his ear. It sent a chill through him and made the hairs on his body stand straight like quills. At the same time, she guided his left hand up along her thigh, his blunt nails scraping along her skin.
Caesar took the hint and let his tongue slide along her jugular, leaving a hot, wet trail behind as he went.
When she pulled his face further down, past her collarbone and towards her other breast, the evolved male ape paused and looked up at her with hazy, questioning eyes.
"Here as well?" He rumbled quietly against the mound, not daring to break the intimate atmosphere by speaking too loudly. Lydia nodded and arched her back, presenting him with the area she wanted him to attend to with his lips.
And when the Ape King's mouth began leaving hot kisses and unhurried licks across her chest, he found that he could not stop once he had begun. Soon his tongue was swirling hotly around the sensitive bud and his sharp teeth left subtle marks all over her pale, tender skin as he opened his maw wide to engulf the plump flesh within his eager mouth.
Lydia whimpered above him, a weak, keening sound that sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin as soon as it left her throat.
Oh, how he wanted to plunge into her then, to finally feel her sink onto his aching, unattended cock and relentlessly fuck her until they were both completely spent. The mere thought was enough to make his groin tighten with the suppressed need for release – but he had to keep his restraint for now.
He still had things to learn, and this was turning into a very interesting lesson indeed.
"Mmmm… And I like your hand here as well…" Lydia hummed against the thick hair on his scalp, having lowered her face to kiss the crown of his head tenderly while he pleasured her.
She guided his left hand around her hip to grab hold of her round buttock as she spoke, pressing his thick digits against the globe of her ass to let him know she wanted him to squeeze it. Caesar followed her silent instruction with little hesitation, and Lydia released a pleasant hiss above him in response.
She let go of his left arm after that, leaning back to stare him dead in the eyes as she reached down between their bodies, grabbing a firm hold of his weeping member. It made Caesar let out a guttural groan and lightly press the points of his canines into the soft flesh of her breast.
The next words to leave Lydia were low and sultry as she tilted his face up from her chest and put her forehead against his own.
"And I really like it when this -" She positioned herself above his thick cock, making Caesar release a low, pleased rumble. "- touches me here…" She finished her sentence as her hand guided the head of his member between her folds, coating it with her slickness as she did so.
The Ape King gasped at the sensation, his erection twitching in Lydia's soft palm as her heat teased his tip.
And then she began pumping it, her hand sliding slowly up and down his agonizingly hard shaft with firm, steady strokes as she teased her slit over it, and Caesar had to lean back against the boulder behind him and shut his eyes in concentration as he tried keep his composure.
It felt… absolutely amazing!
Honestly, when he had told her to show him how to please her, he had only ever expected her to perhaps guide his hands to the areas she liked to be touched or even just straight up tell him – but he truly hadn't expected for her to steal his control like this. To have him follow her lead.
To thoroughly rob him of his dominance.
It should probably have bothered him, being who he was, but the thing is… it just didn't.
Not at all.
In fact, the Ape King thought this was a rather nice change of pace, and what was more, it gave him a great opportunity to simply observe her as she sat there, so wonderfully naked in his lap, indulging in her most primal desires with him.
This was a completely new experience for Caesar. He had never had his partner take control before. Ever. He had always been the dominant one in all his previous couplings and to have Lydia suddenly take charge like this had his desire for her spike to new, unexpected heights.
She hadn't lowered herself onto his member yet, contenting herself with merely hovering over his straining cock as she stroked it, the tip still only just breaching her slick folds as she moved her hips back and forth.
Caesar grit his teeth in barely-contained frustration. It felt good alright – it felt wonderful, but the urge to just grasp her hips in a vice-like grip and plunge up into her warm, waiting core was almost unbearable at this point, and the Ape King was beginning to doubt his ability to keep his restraint.
"Lydia…" The male ape groaned, pinching her nipple insistently between his large fingers as he panted against her mouth only inches away from his own.
It seemed to be the reaction she was looking for – a verbal one, that is, as she draped her free arm around his broad shoulders and finally began to slowly lower herself onto his throbbing member, sinking down inch by delicious inch until he bottomed out inside her, completely buried in her tight heat from tip to hilt.
They both groaned in deep satisfaction once her hips met his own, and Caesar's hand on her rear kneaded the resilient flesh underneath his fingers appreciatively.
And then she began moving on top of him, rolling her pelvis against his own in drawn-out, smooth thrusts. The hand resting on her breast went down to wrap around the bottom of Lydia's thigh, pulling her towards him. It made her release a soft 'ah' and throw her head back as she felt him slide further up inside her. Stretching her to accommodate him.
Caesar's mouth watered at the thought, and he couldn't help but move his hips up against her in return, releasing subdued grunts and groans as he held on to her ass and thigh.
She was still sliding herself languidly up and down his shaft when she took hold of his right hand and brought it slowly up to her face.
He had thought she wanted him to grab hold of her or caress her, but instead she guided his index and middle finger towards her lips, kissing them softly at first before she slid the digits into her hot mouth, her full, feminine lips stretching across the rough skin as she did so.
Caesar's grip on her rear tightened ever so slightly as her actions registered in his brain, and the Ape King stared with half-lidded eyes and panting mouth slightly agape as Lydia began licking, sucking and laving at his fingers, swirling her tongue around them as they went in and out of her eager mouth.
It was an obscene display that had the large male ape groan low in his throat with unbridled desire for the woman currently moving up and down in his lap.
Her other hand moved down his furred chest, her nails gently but firmly digging into the skin before she moved it up to rest on the back of his neck, finding purchase there as he filled her core with his cock and her mouth with his fingers.
And still she licked them, moaning as she alternated between slowly thrusting them in and out of her mouth and sticking her tongue out to show him how she lavished her attention at his digits.
Then, she slid them out of her mouth a final time, giving one last, appreciative lick of her hot tongue before she guided his hand down between their bodies, her smouldering eyes never leaving the Ape King's as she did so. When his hand came down to rest by her abdomen, she turned it so that the wetted pads of his fingers faced upward and guided them to her clit.
The reaction the contact provoked from Lydia was instantaneous as she bucked her hips firmly against his touch and Caesar felt the barest hint of her walls convulsing in response around his hard member still buried inside her.
And let it never be said that Caesar was not a quick study.
Until now he had been observing her. Following her lead and learning from her as she took her pleasure, guiding the Ape King through what she liked to have done to her and putting on a show for him that he would never forget.
He had received ample instruction and now, he felt confident he could please her exactly how she wanted him to. How she needed him to.
Caesar began taking control of his hand, creating his own rhythm of languid strokes against her clit with his fingers and Lydia removed her hand from his wrist to let it join the other on his shoulders once it became clear that he was doing a perfect job at it.
At least he suspected it was perfect, seeing as her moans got considerably louder and her fingers dug into his skin with renewed strength.
The evolved ape didn't mind it at all.
"C-Caesar…! Mmmmh, oh fuck, right there! Please!"
The sound of his name falling from her lips. The sweet pleas and filthy curses she uttered as he pressed her sensitive nub between his deft fingers while she rode him… It all had his member swell even further and his breath completely take leave of his lungs.
Her eyes were trained on his face through heavy lids and thick lashes, pupils so dilated he could hardly see the blue of her orbs anymore.
Then his hazy, lidded gaze fell on her breasts, right there in front of his face, moving in time with her heaving breaths and sensual thrusting and he just couldn't help himself as he leaned forward to slide his tongue along the curve of one of her mounds, circling the nipple once he reached it.
It drew several stuttering moans from Lydia and she arched her back to get more, even as he drew back to heave ragged breaths of air back into his lungs.
Caesar stared transfixed as she moved against him, not quite knowing what to focus on by now. Everything she did seemed so wonderfully enticing and erotic, from the smooth roll of her hips to the way her breasts swayed in time with her movements.
The way her fingers gripped the fur on his shoulders possessively and the look on her face as it contorted in exquisite pleasure as they mated.
That last thought sent Caesar's mind into overdrive – he was mating with her. At last, he was with this lithe, beautiful female he had wanted for so long but could never have.
Not until now, that is. And have her he did, wholly and truly.
The hand grasping her rear pulled Lydia closer as Caesar began to fuck her in earnest, helping her increase the force of every downwards thrust her hips made, and bucking his own pelvis up against her in return to firmly bury himself to the hilt within her tight, slick heat again and again.
It had never felt this good before, ever, and it had definitely never lasted this long either.
His fingers against her clit pressed more firmly now, trapping it between the two digits and smearing it with her wetness.
"Caesar! Oh yes, that's it! Yes! Ah!" Lydia encouraged him passionately, her entire body quaking with every downwards thrust she made.
And suddenly, Lydia's body was pulled taut and her core tightened impossibly hard around Caesar's member as she let out a loud, keening moan that reverberated against the cave walls. Her eyelids fell shut and her lips pushed into a subtle o-shape as a series of lower, but no less obscene moans followed the first one.
Caesar was awe-struck by the sight she made on top of him. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen – the way she came completely undone by his hand, riding his cock and grinding against his digits with vigour as she drew out every ounce of pleasure when her orgasm washed over her.
And even as it began to ebb away, the Ape King's fingers continued to work her over-sensitized nub, holding her in place with his other arm around her lower back when she began to try and draw away from his touch – he wanted to see that look on her again. Wanted to drink it in and savour it for just a little while longer.
"Caesar…" Lydia protested weakly, her muscles having lost most of their strength now as she pushed half-heartedly against his pectorals. He paid it no mind – she would be okay. "It's- Ah! I need to- Ooooooh, fuck!"
It had only taken a couple of firm, well-placed strokes to have her reach her peak a second time, this one not quite as strong as the first, but equally pleasing to witness for the Ape King nonetheless. She came undone beautifully and he relished in the knowledge that he was the one to make her feel this good.
He removed his hand from between her legs after that, taking pity on her as she struggled to catch her breath and he saw how her eyes watered from the intensity of it all. A flicker of concern ran across his face then, and he stilled the movements of his hips underneath her completely. Had it been too much too soon for her?
"Are you well?" The Ape King asked in a gritty, panting voice, surprising even himself with its rawness.
"Yes… Yes, just give me a moment…" Came her breathless reply as she leaned her forehead against his own, heat coming off her in waves once their skin connected.
Caesar stroked her lower back with both his hands as she calmed down, only now noticing how a thin sheen of sweat covered her pale skin and how her legs seemed to quiver beneath her – her knees must have been killing her by now, grinding against the unforgiving stone beneath them as she moved.
Perhaps it was time he showed her something?
The Ape King trailed his hands further up her back, pulling her closer as he slid one around her middle, while the other went up to rest at the back of her head.
She let out a sweet, little sigh of enjoyment onto his lips as he pulled her flush against his hard body, her full breasts squeezed enticingly to his solid pectorals. Her breathing was more even now, less strained, and the pleasured little moans she made when he experimentally moved his hips upwards told Caesar that she was about ready for him to continue.
She had calmed down now.
And it was high time he reasserted his dominance over her.
He lurched forward then, and Lydia released a rather undignified yelp of utter surprise when Caesar knocked her backwards as his raw desire for her, so thoroughly built up by her rolling hips and salacious instruction, completely overtook him. He made sure to brace the back of her head and her spine with his arms as she hit the floor underneath them with a soft 'oomph', and immediately went about pounding into her core with deep, thorough thrusts.
It completely shifted the dynamics of their lovemaking as he took back his control, and Lydia was helpless as she lied beneath his broad, solid frame. All she could really do as the Ape King began sheathing himself mercilessly into her heat was to claw feverishly at his shoulders, back and scalp, moaning wanton words of encouragement into his ear all the while.
"Oh, yes!"
"Harder!"
"Please!"
"It feels so good!"
Caesar grunted and groaned with unrestrained need above her in response, purposefully pressing her down with his weight and letting his eyes roam across her features as he sheathed his girthy cock within her again and again.
And she was as beautiful beneath him as she was above, eyes heavily lidded and chest heaving as he knocked the air out of her lungs with every powerful jerk of his hips.
He had thoroughly enjoyed having her ride him – it had been the most erotic and sensual experience he'd ever had – but this position… This position was still his preferred one, as he was now able to give her all that he had to offer and let his instinct to dominate reign supreme.
Also, Caesar wouldn't have felt it appropriate to have let Lydia do all the work – she was his female now, and he had to take care of her needs. Had to see to it that her desires were sated.
A deep rumble erupted from within his large chest at that thought. He let his head drop to the crook of her shoulder and gritted his teeth as she began sporadically convulsing around him once more, the urge to bite and mark her as his growing steadily stronger as he got closer to his own release.
With this pace, it was sure to get him off soon – though he really didn't mind it. This was the longest Caesar could ever remember lasting during a mating and it had been the best time he'd ever had.
His mouth instinctually opened against her shoulder, preparing to seal their union with blue and purple bruises. A mark that would let everyone who saw her know that she was spoken for – that she was his.
But the Ape King knew he had to keep himself from leaving that mark, no matter how much it pained him to do so. Caesar just hoped she would understand once this was over.
He growled in a frustrated manner as he drew back, slipping his arms out from underneath her as he straightened up his posture, still on his knees between her legs and still ruthlessly rutting into her as he grabbed hold of her bucking hips and hoisted them against his own. It left her completely without leverage as he lifted her lower half off the cave floor and had her release a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure at the new angle of his thrusts. Her hands could do nothing except claw pathetically at the stone beneath her as his pelvis grinded against her own in a raw, primal rhythm that set both their bodies aflame with longing.
Want.
Need.
He was almost at the peak of his pleasure now, so tantalizingly close to losing it all and gushing his hot release into this beautiful woman as her quivering core threatened to pull him over the edge.
His grip on her was so impossibly tight as he slammed his cock into her that Caesar was sure she would sport several dark bruises along her hips and thighs once this was over – but better there than on her neck – at least this was a place no one would see.
Suddenly, Lydia's slender legs locked around his waist and her back arched as she spread her arms wide for leverage, her chest heaving as she called out his name.
"Caesar! Oh! That's perfect! Keep going, please, keep- Ah, ah – Aah!"
She reached her peak then, writhing and squirming in his hold while still keeping her legs around him in an iron-clad grip. It was just as beautiful to behold as it had been before, yet Caesar barely had the wits about him to admire her this time around.
The possessiveness that surged through the Ape King at the ragged, wanton cries escaping Lydia's throat, so raw and pleading to his ears, was what finally had him lose himself entirely.
A mixture between a groan and a roar erupted from deep within his gut as he came, and he held her pelvis flush against his own as he emptied himself within her tight heat with a few more, uneven thrusts.
It was the purest feeling that washed over him then, so raw and powerful that he trembled at its intensity.
They held that position for a few, blissful seconds, their bodies pulled taut against each other before the pleasurable haze began to slowly dissipate from their minds.
When it had ebbed away completely, the Ape King fell forward, bracing his hands against the hard, unforgiving cave floor on each side of Lydia's shoulders and staring deeply into her eyes as they both heaved and struggled to regain their breaths. She untangled her legs from around his waist then, groaning quietly as he carefully pulled out of her and laid down on his back beside her.
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When she rolled over to lie against his side, resting her head and hand on his chest, Caesar couldn't help but drape an arm around her and pull her close. She would need his warmth now, as the heat of their lust was bound to leave her soon. He didn't want her to be cold.
Lydia hummed appreciatively with the action as the male ape stared up at the cave ceiling in thought.
Honestly, Caesar had expected to feel guilt at this point. When the haze had worn off, he had imagined he would be left with the feeling that he had done something bad. Like he had committed some kind of betrayal. Against his late wife, against his people, against himself and his own principles.
All he felt, however, was a deeply rooted sense of contentment and peace that he hadn't felt for so long it almost seemed foreign to him now.
Until Lydia's voice broke the silence, that is.
"You didn't bite me." She stated quietly, sifting her slender fingers gently through the thick fur on his chest. "You didn't leave a mark."
The arm now around her back tightened its hold at that.
Goodness knew he had wanted to lay a claiming bite to this delightful creature in his arms, her skin so soft and delicate a surface that the urge to disrupt its uniformity had been almost impossible to resist.
But he knew he shouldn't do it and a deep sigh left him as he began to explain why.
"The other apes cannot know of this… Not yet." He spoke in a manner that seemed almost apologetic. "They would expect me to take an ape as a mate… And we are at war. I do not want to cause tension-." She put a finger to his rough lips, hushing him as she lifted her head from his chest to stare into his green-and-golden eyes.
"You don't have to explain, Caesar…" She spoke reassuringly, not a trace of hurt or blame in her voice or on her face. He had always loved that about her – her ability to understand what he meant, even when he, despite being so good at speaking, had trouble wording it.
A sudden, teasing smile flashed across her face, perfectly accentuated by the blush of exertion still present on her cheeks.
"But you know… I spent over five years hiding such marks…" Her fingers traced his lips. "I'd gladly do it again… For you this time."
"And if it is discovered?" He challenged weakly, his resolve to deny her request never really having taken a firm hold of him to begin with. He wanted this, after all – and he was thrilled to know that she did as well. That she had expected it.
"It won't be." She promised, gently pressing her index finger between his rough lips and tracing one of his formidable canines with the pad of her digit. He let her do so without protest. "Trust me…"
And how was he ever supposed to have refused her after that?
He moved her onto her back and propped himself up on his elbow to loom above her, reaching up to gently run the backs of his calloused fingers across her soft cheek.
"Are you sure?"
She looked straight into his eyes and nodded, not a single hint of hesitation to be found in her gaze.
Caesar lowered his mouth to her neck then, and ran it down to her right shoulder, softly moving his lips over her smooth skin before he finally settled on a suitable spot. Then he opened his maw wide over the area and gently began to press his teeth to the pliant flesh beneath them.
Lydia hissed softly as the pressure and pain increased, but otherwise did nothing to shirk away from his touch, choosing instead to place her hands securely onto the back of his neck. Caesar guessed it was to keep him in place in case he decided to draw back and not go through with it – thought at this point, there was really no way of doing so.
His teeth were well-settled against her flesh now, and he was more than certain that they would leave prominent bruises for her to remember their bond by.
And she had taken it so well too, without the distraction of a heated coupling to take away her focus from the pain.
There could be no questioning her commitment to him after this, Caesar knew.
"I love you." He heard her sigh breathlessly against his ear, the words sincere and heartfelt as she let them slip between her soft lips.
His heart soared at the utterance, and he peppered the area he had now marked with tender, apologetic pecks once his mouth released her shoulder, whispering his gravelly reply as he nuzzled the crook of her neck.
"I love you too…"
It was only then that Caesar realised that the pounding rain had stopped.
