Usually when Théadan called her his, they were in the thick of a sweet, slow lovemaking session that was filled with all the affection and love they had for each other. To hear him say it so possessively while he continued to pound himself into her was striking and exciting, and Navia knew how true it was. He was the only person she would ever be comfortable with belonging to and it was only because he was hers. She felt the same way as him, felt the need and the love and the hunger. With Théadan speaking of it and adjusting his hold on her, Navia could not voice her agreement, her lips too busy releasing soft moans with every hard thrust of his erection into her waiting depths. Those quiet sounds of her pleasure increased in both pitch and amplitude however, for Théadan was soon using his new hold on her to do just as she had demanded of him and increase the strength of his thrusts.<br/><br/>She gasped his name once, just before Théadan announced he wanted to hear her climax, but she had to call it out to him again when he rolled his hips against her, grinding himself deeper despite already penetrating her so deeply with his hard thrusts. “Please,” Navia begged while he spoke to her, his demands of her threatening to send her over the edge just from how exciting it was to hear him to talk to her in such a way, “Please, Théada-<i>ahh</i>!” Her hand slid from his hair as she bowed beneath him, groaning loudly when he changed up the pace of his thrusts to slam into her rapidly three times. Hands dragging on his back to try to get a good grip, they raked over scar and muscle alike as her head tilted so Théadan’s wandering teeth could have access to whatever he wanted. He was making good on her desires, making it harder. That he was choosing to whisper in her ear, his voice thick and low, made everything so much better for her.<br/><br/>It was all too much. They had started so quickly and had so organically started using such crass language to rile each other up. She had snapped at him once for cursing at her, yet they were encouraging it from each other in the excitement of potentially being caught. She knew as long as they were together, as long as they could have a couple quiet moments together, or access to each other after a few looks in each other’s directions, they ran the risk of hopelessly falling into the depthless need they had for each other. That they had added a new element to their foreplay only made it more likely. Was that all it was going to take? A few crude words from Théadan and they’d be desperately at each other for satisfaction? Navia hoped it was so. As it was, she could not think of a single other time they had riled each other up so quickly; that Théadan was already demanding for her release and her body was so willing to give him what he wanted was proof enough.<br/><br/>The glorious sensation of a hard, blissful orgasm was already beginning to take hold and as Théadan demanded she cum for him, Navia felt his engorged member jamming and rubbing against her cervix and it was her downfall. “Théadan!” She cried out as her body stiffened beneath him, the waves of pleasure racing through her as she felt her release wash over him, her inner walls clench and spasm to try to keep Théadan from pulling out, and her legs clamp around his waist. Heady cries, made only by a woman so exquisitely pleasured by her lover, tumbled from her dark lips as Navia fully embraced the hard climax Théadan had pulled from her and forgot every instruction to kiss him when she felt like moaning. It was powerful, prolonged by all the excitement and his actions, and it wracked through her, causing her to dig her nails into his back and drag them across his flesh, trying to hold on and likely leaving little red lines in their wake.<br/><br/>She was left wrecked by the harsh climax when it finally ebbed and they were reduced to a panting heap amongst hay that had become dislodged and disheveled in all the frantic mating. She felt dazed and detached from the world, and also shocked. Navia could do nothing more than gasp for breath as she laid there with her eyes closed and grip on Théadan weakening, completely exhausted, speechless, and upended by her lover's onslaught. Even the thought of parting from Théadan so they could get dressed and try to compose themselves before the farmer returned was a pained one.