Bonus Tara/Morgan 18+ Scene - Full of Surprises (Patreon)

Hey everyone, Rachel here! We know a lot of folks out there have been asking for more Taramorgan, especially when it comes to 18+ content. This scene aims to answer one very important question: what exactly happened during Tara and Morgan's first night together? Hopefully, this gives you exactly the answer you were hoping for...

(Note: this story contains spoilers for the first two chapters of Heart of the Woods. In addition, it contains: Nipple play, oral, facesitting, fingering, handjob, strapon, anal, hair pulling, and pet names.)

Y’know, I always thought “working up a sweat” was just a figure of speech. But here I am, wiping my brow as Morgan and I look through a whole stack of old books together. Maybe it’s the fact that her house has an actual heating system, or the fact that we’ve been sitting right next to each other on the bed all night? Whatever it is, I’m starting to feel like I’m burning up. And it only gets worse each time I sneak a peek over at the girl next to me.

She’s...really something. Like, I’ve met a lot of cute fans, but she’s above and beyond that. Not only does she have some real-ass magic stuff to show us, she’s way more fun than the fans who just want to tell me how great I am. I mean, they’re fun too, but still. She’s like...fun to be around. As quiet as she seems, I can tell she’s got a lot more going on under the surface.

Plus, she’s like, super hot. Like, really really hot. Hot enough that I can’t stop being flirty with her; I mean, I wouldn’t if she didn’t like it, but I think she does. She smiles a lot when I do, and that just makes me want to do it more. I just gotta make sure I don’t do it around Mads, or she’d be pissed. At least it doesn’t seem like anything physical’s gonna happen. That’s what REALLY sends Mads into rage mode.

“Tara? Are you okay?” Morgan asks quietly, making me painfully aware of the fact that I’ve been staring at her. Oops.

“Y-yeah! Sorry, I just kinda spaced out thinking about like...how hot it is in here. And stuff.” Nailed the recovery. Nice.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. Do you want me to turn down the heat?”

Before I can tell her it’s fine, Morgan starts to pull at her sweater. Is she gonna take it off? I don’t think I’ve seen her wear anything else since we got here. So when she does pull it off, my jaw nearly drops.

She’s BUFF. Like, really buff. I can see the muscle definition in her arms clear as day. As she turns back to the table, I instantly picture those big arms wrapped around me. No way I can’t flirt now.

“Damn, Morgan.” I give what I hope is a cool chuckle. “I didn’t know you had that kinda surprise under there. You got any other hidden talents I should know about?”

I let my hand slide across the table towards hers. I’m not gonna take hers, but maybe I’ll get to see her blush a bit. Honestly, sometimes all I’m after is to get a little fluster in. It’s fun, and it’s not bad if it’s just some harmless flirting. I’m sure she won’t min-

“Do you want to have sex?”

Hold on, what? Did she just...what?

“Huh?” I mumble in what I hope is a cool way. It’s not.

“I’ve noticed you flirting with me since you got here,” she says. “I thought you were joking at first. But it’s pretty obvious that you really do want something.”

Her voice is completely flat, as usual. She must be joking, right? Nobody just comes out and says it like that. If she is telling a joke, girl really needs to work on her delivery. I force out a laugh in response, cringing as I hear my voice shake.

“I-I mean...you’re mega hot, for sure. Not to mention totally cool. Can you blame me for flirting?”

She doesn’t even flinch before her hand crosses the table to grab mine, wrapping around it. The warmth of her touch puts the heat in the room to shame. Whatever thoughts I had left after she asked her question disappear completely. “I didn’t say I had a problem with the flirting. I enjoyed it.” She takes a breath, the first indication of any sort of investment. “I think you’re cute. I have for a long time. So if we’re both attracted to each other, I don’t see why we shouldn’t just have sex.”

Out of all the possibilities swirling in my head, one quickly jumps to the forefront: I knew she was a lesbian. The gaydar never fails. The next thought? “Say yes, dummy.”

“I mean, uh...yeah. As long as it’s casual, I’m down if you are. No big deal, right?”

“Are you sure?”

I hit her with the finger guns and a wink, already making a nice recovery. “110 percent. Let’s do thi-”

She’s on me before I can finish. Her lips slam into mine as she pushes books and papers off the bed, straddling me and shoving her tongue into my mouth. Either she’s been looking forward to this for a long time, or she’s watched enough of my livestreams to know what I like. Whatever it is, I’m not complaining. The only thing I’m doing is wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer to me, laying back to give her free access to my body. She doesn’t miss a beat, reaching under my shirt and tracing a finger along my stomach. She’s so warm. How is she so warm? How is she so...oh…

I let out a small gasp as she slips her hand under my bra and pinches my nipple HARD. Oh hell yeah. She rolls it between her fingers, her other hand yanking my shirt upward. I let go of her long enough for her to pull my shirt off, then unclasp my bra while giving her a smirk that I’m sure is very seductive.

“Be honest.” I try to chuckle, but the noise turns into a whine as she grabs my breast even harder than before. “Did you ever imagine fucking me before I got here?”

In response, she pulls off my bra and tosses it away before sitting up to straddle me. Even if she doesn’t say a word, the hunger I can see in her eyes tells me all I need to know. “That often, huh?”

She doesn’t flinch. This girl is good. I figured living out here would mean I’d be working with a blushy virgin, but her hard gaze tells me that what’s about to go down is going to defy all my expectations. As I watch her pull off her shirt and unclasp her bra, the smirk drops from my face as my mouth nearly drops open. She’s PERFECT. Buff arms, big tummy, and some seriously amazing breasts. I’m starting to think this might be my fantasy even more than it is hers.

“Feels like you’re enjoying yourself.” Morgan says softly, her mouth twisting into a smirk. I’m so busy taking her in that it takes me a minute to realize what she’s talking about. If she’s straddling, that means she can feel the now very noticeable bulge in my leggings. She’s seen my videos, so she must know I’m trans...but I still can’t help feeling a bit nervous when a girl notices it for the first time. Usually they’re cool with it, but…

“Is it okay if I touch it?” Her voice is as soft as ever, but with a new sense of gentleness that instantly puts me at ease. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I’m so wowed by her change in tone (among other things) that all I can do is nod. She’s much slower than before as she pulls off my pants and panties, leaving me fully naked underneath her. My kind of night. She traces one finger up the length of it, and I feel a shiver pass through my entire body. “I’ve never seen one in person before. Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong.”

“S-so far, so good…” I mumble as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly. I’m normally not that into using it when it comes to sex, but staring up at her as she touches me is one hell of a turn-on. Besides, I doubt she’d be willing to do anal. Especially since I didn’t bring any lube. Best to just lie back and enjoy it. And that’s what I do...until her hand starts to move downward. Looks like somebody saw one of my livestreams where I mentioned that I’m a bottom. I’ve only done that once or twice...or three times...or ten times…

“Is this okay?” she asks, still gentle.

“As long as you cut your nails recently.”

She smiles and holds up a hand to show me her perfectly short nails. It’d still be rough without lube, but just thinking about having someone as hot as her inside me has me turned on enough to risk it. “Just make sure you’re gentle. I’m not sure how much you know about anal, but without lube that shit can sting.”

To my surprise, she climbs off me and hops out of bed. I’m about to ask if I did something wrong when she pulls open her dresser drawer and takes out a small bottle. Well, I’ll be damned. She tosses it to me and I grab it, checking it out to find it’s a fairly common store-bought brand. “I’m surprised stores here sell something like this. I figured you guys were kinda old-fashioned about this sorta thing.”

“Most people are.” she replies, unbuttoning her pants. All I can do is stare. “Thankfully, the train means things I order online can still make their way here. I like to get something for myself sometimes.”

“Is that the only thing you bought for yourself, or do you have some other fun stuff in that drawer?” I can’t help myself. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t ask.

“Sounds like you’re hoping I do.” She chuckles, and I feel myself turning red. For such a quiet girl, every now and then I see something that makes her seem...rough. Hungry. Strong. Basically, everything I could possibly want in a girl. And when she pulls the next surprise out of her drawer, I’m even more sure she’s perfect.

“I’m definitely the only person in Eysenfeld with one of these.” Morgan says with a smile as she holds up a very inviting strapon. “What do you think?”

I recognize the model instantly; I’m a bit of an expert when it comes to straps. 7 inches, decently thick, and most importantly...a vibration setting. It looks like it has a clit massager for her as well, so we’ll both be able to enjoy this. In other words, it’s perfect. I give her a mischievous grin and flash her the finger guns. “I think you better not keep me waiting.”

She lets her pants fall to the floor, pulling her panties off after them. Her thighs are thick and muscular, with a cute tuft of orange hair obscuring her crotch. I try to keep myself clean-shaven, but there’s something about girls who don’t shave that really gets me going. Once again, I’ve gotta ask myself if this is real life. Whatever I did to deserve this, I better keep it up.

I start to turn over as she heads for the bed, but to my surprise she puts the strap aside. “Not just yet, Tara.” She murmurs, that hunger creeping back into her voice. “First, you’re going to do something for me.”

Morgan grabs my shoulders and pushes me down, straddling my chest. When she starts to slide upwards, I can feel my cock twitching with excitement. She’s about to give me exactly what I was hoping for when I saw those thighs. I reach down with one hand and start to stroke myself as she comes to rest just above me, her crotch inches from my mouth. She looks delicious.

“Now let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for more than just talking.”

I’m in the middle of thinking up a good comeback when she lowers herself onto me, letting out a low groan as I let my tongue meet her. Even if this isn’t the main event, I seriously love eating girls out. Especially if they’re topping me while I do it. Morgan’s surprisingly quiet as I lick her, but the occasional groan or gasp coupled with the feeling of her thighs squeezing against my face is more than enough motivation. When I slip my tongue inside her, she grabs fistfuls of my hair and yanks upward, pushing me deeper.

“Yes...just like that…” she murmurs, thighs starting to tremble. “Good girl…”

I start to rub myself faster. I don’t want to end things here, but hearing her call me that feels really damn good. Honestly, I could do this for hours. But I know we’re only getting started.

She lets me eat her for a few more minutes before she finally rises off me, leaning down to give me a quick kiss before she once again steps off the bed. I pull my hand up away from my crotch, turning myself over onto my stomach. If everything we’ve done so far is any indication, I know just what position she’s going to want me in.

I watch her as she steps into the harness, pulling it up and cinching it tight. She was already ridiculously hot, but seeing her with the strap...I don’t even have the words. I can feel myself twitching as I watch her pour lube along the length of it, rubbing it until the entire thing is coated in a very familiar sheen.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Her voice is stern, her expression firey. One look at her and I know I’m about to get destroyed. And I’m here for it. 

I prop myself up and stick out my ass, waving it back and forth slightly to make it look even more inviting. She climbs onto the bed behind me, and a moment later I feel her warm finger, still coated with some of the excess lube, start to trace circles around my asshole. The finger is joined by another as she slowly pushes them inside me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasp as I feel her stretch me out. The gasp turns into a soft whine as she starts to finger me, coating my insides with lube before slowly pulling out. A moment later, I feel the slippery silicone press against me. Finally.

“Are you ready?”

“You better believe it.”

As soon as the last syllable leaves my mouth, she pushes the strap deep inside me, well over half the length in a single motion. I let out a sharp cry as it fills me, the brief moment of pain giving in to pleasure in an instant. God, I missed this. 

She starts to move slowly at first, pulling out inch by inch before pushing back inside. Each time, I let out another long moan. Here’s hoping she likes loud girls.

I only get louder as she picks up the pace, putting those muscles to good use as she thrusts hard over and over again, rubbing up against my prostate so perfectly it feels like this thing was made just for me. My moans are cries now, either gasped words or high-pitched whines. I can barely hold myself up as each thrust pushes me further down onto the bed.

And that’s when she turns on the vibration.

“Oh FUCK, YES!” I cry out at the top of my lungs, so loud you could probably hear it outside. The vibrations pulse through my entire body, reducing me to a squirming, whining mess. I gasp out her name again and again as she fucks me even harder, her own heavy breathing joining my own.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I feel her shift behind me. A second later, I feel her hand wrap around my cock. It moves in rhythm with her thrusts, the strap making the pleasure almost unbearably good each time it hits my prostate. She bends forward, pushing in deeper, and I feel her groan into my ear as her hand shakes against me. I can tell she just came, but she doesn’t stop. I’ve slept with more girls than I can count, but nobody’s ever fucked me like this. She’s on a whole other level.

I can feel precum leaking out of me as I start to throb wildly, and I know I’m going to come any second. “Morgan, I’m...ah…” is all I can manage to gasp in between thrusts.

In response, she brings her mouth to my ear, squeezing down on my cock even harder. With one final deep thrust, she whispers three words.

“Come for me.”

My entire body tenses up and releases in an instant as I come harder than I ever have before, letting out a final whine as I coat her hand with my cum. My strength finally giving out, I lower myself onto the bed. My whole body’s still twitching like crazy.

“Good girl.” Morgan says softly, straightening up and slowly easing the strap out of me. Turning off the vibration, she undoes the harness and slides it off, letting it fall. I still can’t move.

Grabbing a tissue to wipe off her hand, Morgan lays down next to me and kisses my cheek. Her other hand comes to rest on my back in a lazy embrace.

“Looks like you had fun.” she chuckles, her mouth twitching up into a slight smirk. “I know I did.”

I’m trying to find the words to respond, but my brain is too scrambled for me to manage a slurred “Mmhmm.”

She laughs, turning my head towards her and kissing me deeply. I finally manage to move my arm, draping it over her and weakly pulling her closer. I’m not normally much of a cuddler, but after getting fucked that good...for all I know, my whole worldview might have just changed.

Eventually our lips part, but she keeps her hand on me. Sliding it down to my other side, she pulls me into a real hug. Her skin is insanely soft as it brushes against mine. How the hell does she keep it like that with weather this dry? I gotta make a note to ask her about it once I’m able to form real sentences again.

For now, I just close my eyes and rest against her. I don’t say this often, but this is one of those times when it’s better not to talk. All I want to do is let her hold me.

It isn’t long until we start to drift off to sleep, still holding each other. As I finally let my frazzled brain rest for the night, I form one last coherent thought.

Best. Trip. Ever.