Airboy: Homecoming (Patreon)

The late afternoon sun was blazing hot, its light stagnant in the still heat that hung over the land. Val wiped the sweat off her forehead and bent again to the crusted earth of the garden, pulling tender green onions from its grip. Flies and bees buzzed around, each with their own monotonous hum, only rarely bothering her. Val pondered whether the heat had them as sluggish as it did her.

She straightened, her hair feeling so dark and damp with sweat that she wanted to wring it out like she was fresh from the shower. Her eyes looked out over the green-gold plains where grew the acres of wheat that had once fed the monks who lived her. The shock of color had once burnt her vision, but now she’d grown used to it. A neighboring farm—if through the miles that separated them it could be said to be neighboring—came over at harvest to collect the meager crop. Otherwise, the wheat stood only as an excuse for cropdusting now and then. Val ate from her vegetable garden inside the monastery far more often.

She moved over to the cucumber patch and pulled two large ones for dinner, missing Davy as per usual, feeling the slick green lengths in her hand and thinking of what a meal she’d make for him if only he’d come back to her. Then she blushed, thinking what her subconscious must be musing on with such phallic shapes at hand.

She hardly needed an excuse to think of, miss Davy, but though she’d never been a slattern, the start of her romance with Davy had most assuredly left her aware of her body’s needs and urges. She’d had him for so short a time and now she was six weeks without him, alone, and lonelier than ever now that she knew the pleasures that could come with togetherness.

Thrusting the cucumbers into her wicket basket, she moved with purpose to the strawberry patch. She loved Davy, and though she was most pleased by how he’d wielded her body in their nights together, it denigrated their love to reduce her longing for him to that.

Like the vibrant fruit she now took from the unpromising earth, Davy was a rare, pure good in a world quick to abandon and attack. He had been taken from her, taken as he did his self-proclaimed duty in stopping Misery once and for all. That was the unkindest cut of all.

Val had always known the cruelty of the world. But in becoming one of its heroes, she had learned the sacrifices that goodness demanded. Instead of being forgiving, it was often more terrible than the darkness. No wonder so few people chose it.

Val straightened again. She blew a long strand of dripping wet hair from her sweaty forehead. The sun pushed her shadow far across the ground. It was no sort of weather for wearing even her skimpy uniform, much less the ermine cape she often favored. Instead, American shorts and a sleeveless jersey covered her body—casual, comfortable, yet doing nothing to hide the ripe sensuality of her flesh. Not that there were many clothes that could do so. She had long shapely legs, a narrow waist, and breasts that looked as if they were made to be suckled by the children her sleekly curved hips were meant to produce.

Val hummed to herself as she went to wash the vegetables in the sink, taking off her straw hat to let her eyes sluggishly adjust to the coolly soothing darkness outside of the sun. It was then she saw Davy sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a beer. Her vegetables dropped into the sink.

The sight of him hit her all at once. His supple leather boots, bright blue pants, the red shirt that clung to his powerfully built torso, and the yellow gloves and chest insignia that made him even more of a gleaming burst of color. His handsome face shone as well, a gleeful smile under the set of flight goggles that collared his shock of blond hair.

“Verdammt!” she swore under her breath, her first thought why Davy’d had to come to her like this, surprising her like he had.

Val felt like a fool in her workmanlike shorts and jersey, dirt under her fingernails. And at her last photo shoot, she’d sprung to buy the slinky jumpsuit she’d been modeling, meaning to wear it for whenever Davy finally came home. Damn him!

Tears welled in her eyes. He looked as heroic as a Greek god, even his hair freshly cut and his face cleanly shaved, and here she was as hot and sweaty as a workhorse. No make-up… even her hair was divided into stringy, curling rivulets by the heat and the sweat.

“Zum donnerwetter!” she finally cursed.

“Why so angry?” Davy asked, picking himself up and setting himself on his feet. “I hope I didn’t intrude.”

“Dummes schwein!” she wailed, still unable to think enough to translate her words into English, and with that blissful cry, she ran to him, leaping onto him, throwing arms and legs around Davy as his hands went behind her back to return her burning embrace.

“I missed you too, babe,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear.

“You missed me?” Val asked in disbelief, squeezing him tight. “Dummkopf… where have you been?”

“Away,” Davy told her. “Does it matter where? I’ve been trying all this time to get back here… well, here I am. Where I belong. Getting yelled at by an angry German.”

They held the embrace for long moments, savoring the warmth and tightness that soaked in each other’s cold bodies. Then, as the rush of sentiment from Davy’s return faded, Val felt a new emotion. Her desire, built up just as much as her romantic longing for Davy, now shuddered inside her.

She leaned back, looking at Davy’s face with both tenderness and lust in her eyes. The movement made his hands slide to either side of her back, until they were on her ribs, the heels of his hands resting against the outer curves of her luscious breasts. He could feel them heaving, stiff nipples raking against his chest in the press of their joined bodies. Davy could tell her nipples hadn’t been that hard a moment ago.

“I didn’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered. “I knew I’d never find anyone like you again. Someone who makes me feel the way you do…”

Davy placed a finger over her lips. “Don’t talk,” he told her softly. “It’s time I get back to work.”

“Work?”

“Making you feel the way I do.”

He set her ass down on the counter, almost pinning her there as he leaned over her to nibble at her satiny neck. His mouth licked and bit gently at her pulse while his hands caressed her swollen cleavage. He cupped them, squeezed them, found the stiffened points of her nipples through her jersey and pinched them sweetly.

“Ahhhhh,” Val sighed throatily, her head flung back, her long black hair cascading down her back.

Davy touched his lips to hers and speared his tongue into her warm, wet mouth. He explored the familiar space until she was sucking on his penetrating tongue. Val felt a searing heat in the rubbing of their bodies, the tangle her tongue had become with Davy’s. Their lips moved together, adding even more to the friction that blazed between them. Moments later she felt it in her cunt, fiery and urgent, flaring up like it was being doused with gasoline.

“I need you to fuck me, my love,” she said in a raspy sigh. “I’m aching for your cock.”

“Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t feel anything at all,” Davy promised her.

At his husky words, her desperate plea, their slow caresses became frantic and needful. They pulled at each other’s clothes, impatiently baring naked flesh. Their mouths licked and kissed each new inch of skin that was exposed. Their lust covered them as clothing never could.

Val knew they couldn’t make it to the bedroom. The speedy tempo of their kissing and fondling showed how overwhelming their mutual need had become. The moment Davy stripped away her bra, he attacked her fulsome breasts with his mouth, feasting on their delicious succulence. Val thrashed in his grip—she squealed with excitement.

“I could never forget how wonderful your breasts taste,” Davy said, his words muffled by the sweaty flesh he was devouring. “But I’m still grateful for the reminder.”

“Oh, honey, I’m not even going to let you think of forgetting!” Val said with a throaty giggle.

Davy’s mouth ran a teasing trail down her body, leaving Val sizzling wherever it touched until he was nuzzling the soft, damp hair of her pubic thatch. Val moaned in feverish anticipation and spread her legs wide, her toes curling and twitching as she offered him her cunt.

She braced herself against the cupboard behind her as Davy knelt on the floor, fingering open the juicy lips of her sex. When he had exposed the glistening pink folds inside her, he brought his face against them, stabbed his tongue into her smoldering wetness. He tasted the sweet nectar inside her and hungrily licked for more.

Val shrieked and hunched her hips, brushing her slit back and forth on Davy’s lashing tongue. Her aroused labia clenched and sucked to pull at its blazing length. She loved the sound of slurping coming up from her pleasured mons as Davy hungrily feasted on her.

“Yes, lover! Oooohhh, yes, YES!” Val wailed. “I love the way you fuck my pussy with your tongue! Do it, baby, drive me crazy with that goddamn bastard tongue!”

Davy buried his face in her creamy womanhood, running his tongue even deeper into her tight, convulsing walls. Trying to force it even deeper, he grabbed her firm, round ass and pulled Val bodily against his waiting face.

Val’s hips bucked and jerked as her lust raged out of control, stoked continuously by Davy’s ministrations. She almost fell from the counter while Davy’s mouth tormented her tender pussy. She both wanted a break from the ecstatic torture and knew she couldn’t bear for this wanton treatment to stop.

So she writhed and twisted against Davy’s mouth, digging her fingers into his hair. Davy knew just how to fuck her enough to make her beg for more, to want what she pleaded for in a way that made her rapture all the stronger when she finally received it. It was just one of many things Val loved about him.

By working his tongue in and out of her slit, then teasing its tip over her clitoris, he brought her to the very edge of a luscious orgasm. Then he slowed the strokes of his tongue, letting her passion almost die on the vine before he lavished her with attention once more, bringing Val back up to the precipice of getting all that she needed.

“OHHHHH, Davy!” Val cried as she was glutted with this marvelous anguish. “Make me come! Make me come and then fuck me! Give me that cock I’ve been craving—let me have all that I can take! Nnnngh! I know you want it just as bad! Get me off and you can have all of me that you can take!”

Fingers clenched solidly in his hair, she ground her cunt against his face. Her upturned buttocks were on his shoulders now, her thighs wrapped around his head, so that all of her weight was practically on Davy as he lifted her up like she was suspended on his tongue in her pussy. His strength enabled him to hold her up for minutes on end, staying right where he wanted her as his tongue sluiced through her narrow, seething passage.

He thrust his tongue into her swollen folds, then closed his warm lips around her swollen clit. The two pleasures came on the heels of each other, so close together they were practically the same, and Val couldn’t take both raptures at once. She let out a shrill howl of ecstasy, representing the climax she couldn’t have held back even if she wanted to.

Davy opened his mouth wide, covering her entire slit with it, and drank all the cream that her release produced. Val’s pussy spasmed as it flowed with pleasure and the rest of her voluptuous body did the same, led by her sex into a jolting series of quakes.

Finally, her lavish orgasm faded into contentment. Davy gave her shuddering pussy a last, loving lap and stood, to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. Normally, he’d never waste such sweet nectar, but Val had given him enough to sate even his appetite.

“That reminds me…” he began.

“You can think at a time like this?” Val asked, even her disbelief a cooing elegance born out of her satisfaction.

“Before I left, we were going about christening this old place.”

“Christening…? Oh yes… I suppose that’s the counter done,” Val said haltingly, giggling as her mind caught up with Davy’s.

“Yes. Now let’s go for two in a row.”

Davy picked her up and carried her to the table, where he set her down just gently enough not to knock over the beer bottle he’d left there. He climbed over Val, leaving no doubt that he was as anxious to christen the table as she had been for him to do the counter.

“God, it’s good to be back!” Davy rasped.