The Apocalypse

14

They lay entangled with one another, their bodies intimately intertwined. Maeve drifted into a peaceful slumber, her breathing gentle and rhythmic, while Maurits remained awake, captivated by her serene form. His hand continued to stroke her bare back, tracing delicate patterns that celebrated the contours of her body, mesmerized by her sheer beauty.
In the quiet of the night, with only the whispers of their shared breath, he found himself overcome by a possessive longing. Leaning closer to her, he whispered softly to no one but himself, his voice a low murmur in the stillness of the room.
"All facking mine now," he declared, a mixture of satisfaction and reverence coloring his words.
He gazed at her slumbering form, cherishing the vulnerability and trust she bestowed upon him. As he watched her, a surge of tenderness filled his heart, overwhelming him with a profound sense of gratitude. In this silent exchange, he vowed to protect and cherish her, to be the guardian of her dreams and the beacon of her desires. He would burn the world for her.
With each stroke of his hand, he whispered silent promises, assuring her that he would always be there, standing as her steadfast companion and lover.
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As the sun began to rise again, Maurits found himself facing an off day—a day he longed to spend fucking with his woman. However, he knew deep down that Maeve didn't wish to confine themselves indoors, as he had promised to take her horse riding.
""Darling," he spoke gently, exerting a slightly firmer pressure as he massaged her head to rouse her from slumber. "We have plans for horseback riding today," he informed her, his words dripping with anticipation.
Her head perked up ever so slightly upon hearing his announcement, a glimmer of curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Can we eat strawberries for breakfast?" she inquired, a hint of eagerness tinging her voice.
"Can I fuck you?" He contradicted with raised brows. A delicate blush spread across her cheeks as she cast her gaze downward, momentarily shy. "We can enjoy strawberries alongside something else for breakfast," he gently reassured her. She was not spending the day on only strawberries.
"Let's get ourselves ready," he declared, effortlessly lifting her petite form and carrying her towards the bathroom. Gently placing her nude body on the smooth countertop, he left momentarily, returning with one of his shirts and a pair of leggings belonging to her. His own pants adorned his lower half, leaving his chiseled chest exposed, emanating an air of masculine confidence.
"Stand!" he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind, prompting her to hop off the counter and stand before him. A few seconds passed, and she found the courage to voice her desire to dress herself. However, his piercing gaze silenced her instantly, his icy glare communicating his expectation for compliance. With a controlled sternness, he helped her into her panties before skillfully dressing her, completing the task with care and attention to detail.
"My beautiful darling," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration, as he grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Leaning in, he claimed her perky lips with a passionate kiss, igniting a spark of desire between them. As a playful gesture, he gave her ass a gentle slap, fueling the fire of anticipation.
"Brush your teeth and come downstairs," he commanded softly, his words carrying a sense of both authority and affection. With that, he left the bathroom, leaving her with a mixture of emotions swirling within her.
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The couple made their way to the stables, where the majestic horses awaited them. Maurits pointed to a striking black-and-white spotted horse, its fur adorned with distinctive patterns. "You can ride that one over there," he suggested, indicating the horse with a casual gesture.
Maeve's curiosity piqued, and she inquired about the horse's name. To her surprise, Maurits responded nonchalantly, "They don't have names."
Her disbelief evident, Maeve exclaimed, "What?! Why don't they have names? They're horses!"
Maurits shrugged, unaffected by her astonishment. "They are horses. They don't need names," he asserted, dismissing the significance of naming the animals.
Determined to forge a connection with her horse, Maeve persisted. "Well, mine does. Its name is Cow," she declared with mischievous delight, gazing at her chosen companion and affectionately petting its snout.
Maurits arched an eyebrow, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yours? But who gave you the horse?" he inquired, his tone tinged with intrigue.
"You did," she replied with a sly smile, reveling in the playful secret between them. Her words hung in the air, charged with anticipation.
"What do I get in return?" A mischievous gleam danced in Maurits' eyes as he  leaned closer, his hands instinctively pulling her by her waist into his chest. Her perky rear pressed tantalizingly against his growing dick. With a breathless whisper, she reciprocated his provocative advance, "A wonderful night."
A smirk graced Maurits' lips as he released her, granting her ownership of the horse. "The horse is all yours," he conceded, surrendering to her playful insistence.
"Hi my beautiful Cow." in honor of her spirited choice, delighted in her victory. She cast a triumphant glance at Maurits, "You're naming an animal after another animal, yet animals need names?" He asked in slight irritation. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she enjoyed her small triumph.
Maurits settled onto a bale of hay, contemplating her
defiance. Testing the limits, he asked, "What if I don't call them by their names?"
A mischievous grin played upon Maeve's lips as she leaned against the stable door, ready to unleash her secret weapon. "Then you will never sleep with me again," she replied, her tone laced with playful determination.
His eyes widened, and Maurits sprang up from his seat, a challenge in his gaze. "Try to stop me," he dared.
Unfazed, Maeve held her ground, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "I won't have to. My bow and arrow will," she retorted, her laughter bubbling forth, unable to contain the amusement sparked by their playful exchange.
Maeve, unaware of his close proximity, turned around and unintentionally bumped into Maurits' solid chest. Surprised, she looked up at him, her doe eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Sensing an opportunity, Maurits playfully challenged her, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"Can we go ride?" Maeve asked, her voice betraying a touch of eagerness, her heart fluttering at the thought of their adventure.
"Ask nicer," Maurits commanded, his gaze locked with hers. He held her gaze, his words carrying a firm undertone, yet a spark of passion lingered in his eyes.
Maeve's breath caught in her throat as his command resonated within her. A rush of emotions surged through her veins, mingling with a sense of submission that intensified their connection. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating his words, before she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Can we go ride, please?"
A smoldering intensity ignited in Maurits' eyes as he closed the barn door, ensuring their privacy. The weight of his presence intensified, as did the pounding of Maeve's heart. Maurits recognized this as an opportunity to guide her.
"On your knees," he ordered, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and desire. "We are going to set your attitude straight," he continued, his words echoing with a thrilling promise of exploration.
Her breath hitched, a combination of nervous anticipation and exhilaration filling the air. Maeve's heartbeat quickened, the pulsing rhythm of her desire harmonizing with his commanding tone.
"Knees, darling," he repeated, his voice gentle yet commanding, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.
"Open up," he said as he traced her mouth with his thumb. She obeyed his command and parted her lips. He skillfully slipped his thumb inside.
"Suck"
While she followed his orders he unbuckled his pants pulling out his cock. He slowly began to stroke his dick in front of her while she was sucking on his Thumb. Her eyes locked with Maurits his eyes. Their connection told a million stories. He couldn't control himself no more. He forcefully withdrew his thumb, pushing her onto her stomach, and pulled her ass up. He ripped down her pants and panties before he buried himself deep inside of her slick pussy.