Feet on sand is a warm welcome after nearly a month at sea. The warm breeze coming off of the ocean and through her hair was familiar but the nearly forgotten smell of the palm trees sent her back to a peaceful place. She was back home.
They had found an island out there, and set up a post. Some of the villagers that had gone on the voyage with them stayed. A few families as well as some young couples. They were starting a new tribe and once they were large enough, they will continue to sail on their waka to further islands. The thought of her people sailing again still gave her a warm feeling inside.
As she walked up onto the beach, little children came and rushed up to her. They hugged her feet and she greeted them, patting their heads as they shuffled along. She was tired and wanted to reach her sleeping place. Yet it was only midday, and as the daughter of the chief, she had more to do.
Instantly, upon her arrival, a festival commenced. There was a roaring bonfire and the most delicious of food. The women, and some of the older boys , did a poi dance. The women swung the tethered weights around their bodies, catching one of the weights in their hand and swung it in the opposite direction. They chanted and sang while some of the elders played the nguru. The women looked beautiful. Moana liked dancing, but these women surpassed what she wished she could do with her body.
The men faces and bodies covered in tattoos, performed a haka. They were violent and intense. Many of the boys she grew up with were performing. In the middle of all of the men, the leader of the chant, was Tene. He was a strong man that she had known since birth. His moko swirled from his ears and down past his lips and onto his chin. The tattoos arched above his forehead and framed his face. They ran down his face and over his shoulders, cover his pectorals, arms, back, and legs. For as young as he was, he was the most tattooed man on the island.
And she watched as the men chanted. Will I die? Will I live? I will survive! Step by step! We will survive and return to our home. From the ground we stand on, this earth ours and yours. Welcome home. They slapped their thighs and their chests, hands in fists, tongues out and screaming the words welcome. Moana watched and enjoyed seeing the culture of the tribe she will rule after her parents flourish.
After the haka, Moana was started by the sensation of her mother's hand on her shoulder.
“Moana,” she said softly as she greeted her daughter with a hongi, pressing her nose and forehead against the younger woman, “your father and I have something to talk to you about. Come meet us in the wharenui when you are done celebrating.” She spoke in a calm way the that showed only a bit of anxiety.
Moana was startled by the slight tenseness in her mother’s voice but also in the darkness around her. She looked up and had only just realized that the sun had set upon the ocean and the stars were out.
She tore her eyes from the beautiful stars that had shown her the way through the ocean at night and glanced back up at her mother. “Okay. Just a few more minutes so I can say goodnight to everyone.”
Her mother nodded in return and walked up towards the hill to her family’s house.
Moana went around and gave everybody a good night though it seemed as though they would continue partying till dawn. She loved her people, they were so lively.
She began walking up the hill to the meeting house when she suddenly felt something furry brush past her leg. She jumped away but then sighed when she realised that it was only Pua.
“Kia ora,” she muttered softly before squatting down and running her fingers through the course hairs hairs on the top of the pig's head. “I've missed you buddy. Happy I'm home?”
The pig squeaked and squealed in returned. She patted his head once more before moving on and walking up towards the wharenui.
Normally, the celebrations should have been there, but the weather was so nice that no one wanted to pass up the opportunity to be out in the open air. Nonetheless, the torches in the building were lit and she saw her parents quietly discussing some unknown topic that Moana hadn't the slightest idea of. She entered in through the entryway and even though she had be requested by her parents, her father still jumped and looked slightly shocked at her expected appearance.
“Moana…!” Her father blurted, seeming to not really know what to say. He awkwardly rushed over to her and pressed his forehead and nose to hers. He then hugged her and then backed away. She could tell that her mother would be handling most of the situation.
Her mother placed a hand on the chief's shoulder and looked straight at her daughter. “Moana,” she repeated much more sure than the man she was reassuring, “I think it’s time we talk about the future.”
Moana cocked her head to the side. The future? What about the future? Hadn’t she just saved the future? Yes, she knew she was going to be chief. What else does the village of Motunui need? Clearly, her mother saw the confusion written all over the girl's face and she decided to clarify.
“Your future my dear.” She walks up to her daughter and gripped her arms gently. “Your father and I think that it’s time for you to find a man to live with.”
Moana’s face twisted more in confusion. “Be with a man…?”
“Yes, to start a family of your own.”
Now was the time that Chief Tui decided to chime in. “We even have someone that we think you’ll get along with just fine…”
There is no doubt; Moana’s mind is racing. Surely they’re gonna give her a choice in this...right?
“Who?” she blurted, not really wanting to know who.
Her mother’s eyes left hers and they darted to something behind her. Moana took this as a cue to whip around and she saw the man they were talking about.
It was Tene.
His moko looked even more intense in the light of the torches. The swirls on his skin were sharp (if swirls could even be sharp) and the posture he held began to overwhelm her. He seemed to take up the entire wharenui even though he was not as large as her own father. His shoulders were wide and sharp. He looked rigid and unmoving and incomparable.
He unabashedly took a moment to look down upon her from where he stood, a few meters away. His mouth curled to show a row a white teeth. He walked to her and arched his back in order to greet her with a hongi. Their eyes met and he seemed to suck her soul out. He backed away though, when she flinched.
“Tēnā koe.” He said in a deep, strong voice. “I hope that you’ll allow me to reach your heart.” Her pulled his hands behind his back and his pectorals rippled familiarly.
Moana’s eyes darted from her mother to the man before her. She could seen the tenseness in her daughter's shoulders and decided to save her from the moment.
“You two and get to know eachother better tomorrow. Moana is tired, since she only just came back today.”
The impressive man only nodded silently, turned, and left.
Moana stood there silently, taking in the moment. This man. He had been her friend since birth but now...he seemed so intimidating.
“I’m going to bed,” she whispered, before leaving herself, not caring what her parents had to say for the moment.
She wandered back to her wharepuni, wishing for silence yet the bonfire continued to roar on along with all the joyful voices around it. The only thing that gave her light were the torches that skirted the edge of the pathway to her personal sleeping house. She entered and lit no torches, just laid down to sleep. But sleep didn’t come easy. How was she supposed to come to know this unmoving wall of a man. True he was large, but he was not the largest man she had ever met. That was Maui. Even then, Tene was so much more intimidating than a demigod! They were both equally tattooed. They were both large, powerful, strong, but their personalities were complete opposites.
Gods...she had missed Maui. It had been months since they had parted ways and she had begun missing him only a minute later. But they had saved Te Fiti, Maui had his hook, and they no longer held ties. The deed was done. She would never see him again.
That in itself was a harsh conclusion. But it had to be made, and in that moment, in her bed, struggling to find sleep, she decided to get to know Tene. She had a life that she now had to live as the life of the future chief of the Motunui tribe.
Moana continued to search for sleep till she found it. Unknown to her, she would be dreaming about the nights that she spent with Maui on the small waka they learned to share. His large hand mapped the stars and pulled the sail tight and she learned from him. She really did miss him.
The morning came to her and she was a mess. An exhausted dirty mess that desperately needed a bath. So she drowsily grabbed a cloth to dry herself as well as a sash and skirt to wear.
She quickly walked out of her sleeping house and to the thermal pools. At this time of day, many women chose to bathe, and the waiariki was a social hub. And still, she quickly walked through the center of the village, for she did not want to draw attention to herself. When she finally did come to the pool she saw that it was empty. Strange, but maybe it was later in the day than she thought. Nonetheless, she placed her clothes on a rock, stripped, and entered into the warm soothing water.
Truly, it had been a while since she had last bathed and she was overtaken by the heat and the relaxation that pulled at her mind. The water had reached up to her shoulder and the murky heat gave her a sense of security and she let her eyes closed so that she could enjoy the moment.
The heat reminded her of the hongi she shared with Te Ka before returning the heart of Te Fiti. She remembered how stunned Maui looked but the hug they shared after Te Fiti laid to rest assured her that he was proud of her. She was proud of him. They had saved everyone!
But even now...all she can think about is how much she missed the challenge that Maui posed to her. They were a test of wills and it felt so natural to be in battle with him. Like two currents that rushed past each other yet still were able to communicate and work together to carry the waka along.
Moana continued to relish in her thoughts until the sound of her name came from a distance. It only whispered to her ear until it got louder, closer.
It was a man’s voice, strong and dominant, and she turned to see who it was. Some part of her wished for it to be Maui. But it was not the demigod. Tene stood in the opening in the trees that lead to the path back to the village and his eyes were locked on hers.
“Moana. Your mother asked me to find you. You were not at your sleeping house so I came here.” He walked closer and sat next to the rock where her clothes were. “You have missed the morning meal.”
The girl’s cheeks became heated. Did he really come to find her as she was bathing? She allowed herself to sink farther into the water, to hide herself.
“Is that so…” she murmured.
She watched him from the corner of her eye and he looked to the side. “Yes. Chief Tui said that you would be tired...but I felt it was necessary to check up on you.”
A sigh escaped from her lips and she turned away from the man. “I’m fine. You can go back to the village.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and sunk under the water to wet her hair, before resurfacing and turning back to see the that the man had now stood but continued to look at her. He seemed to look at her forever, with even more intensity than he had the night before. But that eternity ended when he had nodded, turned, and walked away.
Moana took this moment of privacy and quickly dried off. She pulled her clothes on and wringed out her hair as she walked back to the village. She wasn’t hungry. She just needed some more time alone. So she dropped off her drying cloth and clothes from the day before and walked up the path to the top of the mountain.
This was natural and normal, she had walked it so many times before. The foliage was greener than ever before and the dirt beneath her feet was soft. The air became even more clear as she climbed higher into the sky. When she finally reached the top of the mountain, she inspected the tower of stones, capped off by the shell she had placed there herself.
“I miss you Maui,” she whispered.
The voice behinder made her whip around and a demigod was standing behind her.
He smirked and rested his hook on his shoulder. “The one and only.”
A smile lit up Moana’s face and she ran to him. In the shock of an incoming girl, he dropped his hook and caught her in a hug.
“Why are you here?”
He gave a nervous laugh, holding her under her bottom with one arm while scratching the back of his neck with the other.
“I missed you too.”
Moana scoffed and pushed away from him, though, still in his arms.
“You missed me? A seven year old princess?
The large man laughed as his own words were thrown back at him and he set her down again.
“Yea. Something like that.”
They looked at each other for a few moments before Maui broke the silence.
“How was the voyage?”
“Long and tiring,” Moana said with a sigh, “but wonderful. We found a new island and set up a post. The dyes we can get from that island are just so vibrant.” She walked over to the edge of the top of the mountain and sat down. Maui soon joined her.
“What have you been up to as of late.”
The man just looks off to the horizon, a conflicted look on his face. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” A demigod not finding anything to do?
“Nothing,” he bursts, his voice filled with so much emotion. “After all that we’ve gone through together, nothing has been able to match the adventure that we’ve been on. And it seems as though there’s nothing left for me to do for you humans. You all seem so happy.” He gestured to the village below them and she gave a soft smile.
“Yeah. We do seem to be doing pretty good.”
The both look at the village as it lives and breaths and then, her leans back on his arms and turns to her.
“What’s going on with you.”
Moana gives another sigh and falls back onto the dirt, her hair splaying around her head like a halo. “My parents want me to get to know a man, to marry him even.”
He looks at her, eyes tightened. “Do you know him well?”
“Grew up with him…but...”
The demigod sensed her hesitation. “But?”
“But...he’s like...a mountain. An unmoving rock that won’t yield to the water of the ocean. He feels so unnatural...to me at least.”
“Have you talked to your parents about this?”
Moana shook her head and released yet another sigh.
She stayed quiet for a moment before turning to him, meeting his eyes with intense emotion. “I thought there was nothing else for me. You were gone and I had to be the chief I was born to be. Fit my role,” she gave a small laugh, “though, this time, I’m actually allowed to go in the water.” She laughed a little more before sitting up.
“Do you want to be with him?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “As if this was even a choice for me?”
Maui sat up straight, looking at her incredulously. “Moana, no matter what place you hold in the tribe, you have a choice to decide your own future.”
“Do I really?” She retorted.
After looking up to the sky, and seeing that the sun is directly above her, she stood up and turned towards the path that lead back down to the village. Maui quickly rose after her and reached out towards her.
“In the end, I never even had the choice to leave this island and save everyone. I had to disobey, I had to leave, I had to meet you, and I had to return the heart. Then I had to come back. Now I have to be the chief and be with this man.” She turned around, with a weak smile on her face. “But thank you for your concern.” She turned and began walking down the mountain. “I’ll see you around.”
She waved back and he disappeared out of sight as her eyes lowered beneath the flat plane that topped off the mountain. Seconds later, a huge hawk soared over her head and off towards the horizon. She watched till it had vanished from her sight and she continued down towards the village that had begun bustling in the mid day.
As she reached the outskirts of town, she felt the coarse hair on Pua’s head brush up against her leg and she smiled down at the pig. He seemed to be content by just following her so she continued on, passing by sleeping houses until she reached a circle of women weaving baskets with palm leaves and flax fibers.
“Moana!” One young woman exclaimed. Her name is Awhina and she was just a little older than the chief’s daughter. “Come, let’s talk and weave.”
Moana smiled and nodded and sat down. Once she got a few palm leaves in her grasp, she fell into the easy rhythm of weaving, tucking, and tying. Pua laid down on the ground, propping himself up on her thigh and began snoring in a matter of seconds.
“So,” Awhina started after a few moments of amiable silence, “how’s it like to be back on the island?”
“Wonderful.” Moana answered with a jittering laugh. “I still wish I could be in the water though. But it’s nice to be back on solid ground too.”
“I bet…” the older of the two said before leaning forward, closer into Moana’s personal space, and speaking in a lower voice, “but anyways, I’ve been seeing your father and mother talk to Tene a lot. What’s that about.”
A sigh instantly poured from Moana’s lips. Her eyes were down at her basket but she glanced up to see her friend look at her expectantly. With another sigh, she told her about how her parents were set on her and Tene being promised to each other.
“Oh…” the other woman said as she set down her basket, “well, I’ve been with Tene a few times before and he’s not that bad.”
Moana looks up at her friend with a confused expression on her face. “You’ve been with Tene?” Truly, it wasn’t that surprising. It was natural for the women who were not promised to another to have a night or two with a man and likewise for the men to temporarily be with a woman. But because Moana was a puhi, a woman from a higher caste, she wasn’t allowed these relationships. She was to save herself for the man who would be promised to her.
“Oh yes,” Awhina said in a voice, a bit too loud for Moana’s comfort, and the princess could see the slight blush that dusted her friends face. “He’s a very powerful lover,” the woman said after lowering her voice, “though he didn’t show much emotion. He satisfied though. He got straight to the point, took what he needed, and then slept. I mean, that was fine with me since I’m quiet easy to…” She paused for a second, searching for a word before finding it. “Easy to satisfy,” which she embellished with a smirk and a wink.
“I see…” Moana murmured with a nervous laugh and a wavering half-smile. She quickly finished her basket and placed it down in front of her. “That seems so...cold though.”
“Yes, one could see that,” Awhina contemplated, “but that’s just how the man is.”
Moana nodded and the two continued weaving their baskets in silence.
The day continued on and Moana walked around the village, helping people who needed it and avoiding Tene when she had detected him from the corner of her eye. Afternoon turned into night and the torches were lit and the women began dancing and singing and people shared their food around the fire in the wharenui. She sat next to her parents, silent to the ruckus around her. She just ate, stood and left. When her mother asked, she just said she was tired.
Just like the night before, she walked towards her sleeping house with nothing but the bugs and cricket's to break the silence. She did not want a man that was unmoving and unfeeling. She did not want someone who would take from her and be satisfied if she was not. This didn’t feel right.
Her arms wrap around herself as she began to be engulfed in the emotions that were swirling within her.
She wanted a man who would let her live and explore and sail without the clasp of protection that many men hold over their women. Yes, those women are satisfied with being protected and coddled but Moana was the ocean. She could not be contained and protected. She wanted a partner to sail by her side, not tie her sails down. She wanted freedom.
She wanted control.
She wanted Maui.
It was just hours ago...and she missed Maui.
Tears began to well in her eyes.
He held her today and showed concern for her and her feelings. The feelings she could only tell him and he listened and he showed emotion and he cared. And she left him standing there. She left him when she missed him and he missed her as well and the guilt swelled within her. Suddenly, she felt a firm hand grasp her shoulder.
“Moana,” came the strong voice of the man she did not wish to be with, “why are you avoiding me?”
“Being with you scares me,” she whispers
She felt the hand leave her shoulder and she screwed her eyes shut when she noticed that he was walking to the front of her person.
Moana lied. “I don’t know.”
He watched her in silence and she refused to meet his eyes. After a moment, he broke that silence. “I will give you time. You will become used to me.” And then he left.
When she could no longer hear his feet, padding on the dirt, she ran towards her sleeping house, tears nearly tumbling from her eyes. She pulled back the curtain but stopped short when she noticed the hulking figure in the middle of the wharepuni. The outline of the large fishing hook gave it away though she squinted to try to get a better look at the demigod.
Though the form set the hook down, he continued to remain silent as he approached the woman.
“I’m sorry about the way I left today,” Moana murmured, looking down at her feet. Her eyes came up though when she sensed that the demigod had come closer to her. She looked up and her eyes locked on his face in the dim light.
His eyes. His eyes were so intense. So many emotions filled them and he closed them slowly before leaning down and wrapping his arms around the tiny girl.
“I don’t care who he is,” he whispered softly, right in her ear, “don’t be with him.”
His voice sent shivers down her back and she whimpered softly. Her hands felt purchase on his heavily marked chest. His pectorals rippled beneath her fingers and his silky hair brushed against her cheek and chest. She felt warm and protected. Though, this was a nice protection. Not the kind of possession, but of equality. He can protect her and she will protect him.
The man moved away slightly and looked down at her, with even more emotion filling his face. That emotion poured into Moana and her body began to heat up at the eye contact. He leaned forward again, but this time, pressed his forehead and nose against hers. “I thought you were nothing but a means to get off that damn island when I first met you. You were nothing more than a child to me.” As he whispered, his breath hit her lips and she breathed him in, the heat rising. “But you showed me that you were so strong. You cared. You felt like a wave that crashed on me as you hit the shore and I loved it. I love it.” He took a deep breath, breathing her in in return, and threaded fingers into the hair at the back of her head. “Don’t be with him.”
“I don’t have a choice,” she whimpers softly.
His hands moved to her cheeks, pulled away slightly, and opened his eyes, looking at her with ever increasing intensity. “You do!” His voice was still soft but powerful. “You don’t want him. He wouldn’t do anything to make you happy. Trust me. You do have a choice.” He held her tightly again, though this time, his hands moved down, grasping her hips and his lips found her ear. “Be with me instead.”
Those words sent a shiver through her body and a gasp from her mouth. “I-I can’t…” she sputtered.
“Why?” he asked, even though one of his large hands moved to the small of her back, the other to the curve of her bottom.
“I’m a puhi. I can’t…”
A husky laugh reached her ear. “I’m a demigod. I’m sure they’ll make an exception...”
Before she could say another word, his thick lips crashed against hers. She could feel his lips move against hers while one of his hands caressed the back of her neck. Her body was yelling at her, screaming at her, telling her to let go and melt against him. So she did. The hands on his chist moved up to hang around his neck and his hand moved back down to her waist. He covered his lips with hers and his tongue traced the seam of her lips, which opened almost instantly. Her tongue welcomed his and they breathed each other in. Moments passed but those moments seemed like hours as their mouths and tongues wrestled for dominance.
Without notice, both of his hands gripped the curve of her ass and he lifted her into the air. His mouth left hers and attached to the skin of her neck. A soft cry left her lips and her fingers got lost in the curls of his hair. His lips sucked and moved lower, from below her ear, her clavicle, to the expanse of skin above the cloth that sheathed her chest. And as he went lower, he lifted her higher.
She watched him from above as he seemed to worship her body and his name tumbled from her lips, like a plea. He groaned at the word and one of his hands left her bottom, reaching up to the back of her top and pulling the ties to try and loosen it.
“Do you want this?” he murmured against her her skin and her chest rose heavy with her already labored breathing. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you. Please…”
Seeming to be satisfied with her answer, he continued kissing and sucking at her chest as he pulled the knot at her back undone. He tossed the piece of fabric to the side and pulled back to look at the exposed skin. Her breasts were smaller than most, but round and perky. Her nipples were peaked because of the arousal heating up in her body. He ran the thumb of his free hand against the adjacent, stiff skin and he moaned as he felt her shudder against him. His hand continued to massage her breast and he covered the other with his mouth, sucking and pulling and marking her skin.
Moans began to pour from her lips on hushed breaths and she gripped at his shoulders. He continued to adorn her breasts with kisses and marks and he began walking forwards, stopping when her back gently hit one of the wooden beams that held the roof up. Still, as his lips moved lower onto her body, he continued to raise her higher and higher.
His mouth sucked on the skin above and below her navel and stopped when he reached the fabric of her skirt. His eyes found hers and she was captivated by how dark and lust filled the were. All she could do was nod. With that, he gently set her down onto her feet and kneeled before her. His large fingers worked to untie the sash that held up her skirts, and when he succeeded, she was bared to the heated air.
He leaned back and slowly dragged his eyes down her body, taking in every part of her. Her skin felt hotter and she blushed at the shameless attention he gave her. His hands followed after his eyes and they trailed down her ribs, to her hips, and down the backs of her thighs.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said under his breath.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
She watched him and he watched her for many long moments. His hand continued caress her thighs, edge just towards her core with his thumbs but not even touching her. The teasing began to become too much and she squirmed slightly, gripping the wood beam behind her. The demigod’s attentive eyes noticed this and he brushed a thumb against her soft folds. Instantly, a whimper left her lips and she dropped her stance a few inches to get better contact with the finger of the man kneeling before her.
She nearly cried out when he left her skin but gasped as his wet tongue licked between her folds. She moved her legs apart farther but almost lost balance as he took her legs and pulled them over his shoulders. She leaned back against the post and his tongue delved into her, finding the little bundle of nerves that cause a strangled cry to hang in her throat. He licked at it, sucking and fondling it with his teeth until she was writhing mess on his shoulders. She cried his name like a mantra and he drank in her juices.
“Maui!” she cried, “Maui, there’s something coming. Don’t stop. Please.”
These words triggered him to assault her clit with his tongue. Her back arched against the smooth wood and her hands scrambled to find something to hold but settled with the hair at the back of her lover’s head. He seemed to become even more encouraged by her actions and his mouth covered her soft folds. Before she knew what was happening, one of his thick fingers entered her and she bit her lip at the stretching it caused. The pain, lowered her from her impending high but after a few moments of getting used to the feeling and the sensation on her clit, she began moaning and gasping even louder than before. The finger inside of her began to curl and hit a place she never knew that she had.
She cried and her body shook. Eyes screw shut and mouth opened to form an O, she pulled at the demigod’s hair. He watched her from below, licking and pumping his digit inside of her til she felt her come down from the orgasm. Her juices dripped down his hand and onto his arm.
Before she was able to collapse, he caught her in his arms. Her muscles were still slightly spasming and he held her close, planting kisses on her face and lips. He worshiped her yet he was the god.
“You’re wonderful,” she whispered.
He laughed at that as he laid her down on the floor of the wharepuni. “I know.” He stood up and, shamelessly, dropped his skirt of leaves. All he had on left was a maro (prominently bulging), which he hastily untied and dropped to the floor.
He was large.
Like the rest of his personality and like the rest of his body.
Again he knelt before her, parting her legs to either side of his body.
Moana’s eyes darted up from the large manhood and to the man’s eyes and back down again. Sensing her concern, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “We’ll go slow. If it hurts, we’ll stop. I promise.”
Her eyes caught his and she nodded. She trusted him with her life, her virginity. And so, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his manhood through her slick folds and coating himself with her juices. That, alone, had already got her moan into the crook of his neck. It surprised her, though, when he pushed inside of her and stretched her much more than his finger did. The sting was low but steady. She cried out in pain and he rubbed her hair with his large, calloused hands. He held himself steady and waited.
The way he filled her was so foreign and overwhelming. She was gasping and writhing in a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling torn but also needing movement and stimulation. She gyrated her hips and the man above her groaned.
“Don't push yourself,” Maui whispered before leaning back and taking in the sight of her. Her hair laid in disarray on the floor around her head and her chest heaved with every breath. He placed a hand on her chest and rubbed the pad of his thumb over a nipple as he looked at the place where they connected. She looked so small and weak but he knew differently.
Her hips gyrated again. “Please move,” she cried, “I need you to move. Please.” She was practically begging him and he could do nothing but comply.
He set his hands on the backs of her knees to prop her legs open wider and he pulled out of her slowly, eliciting a moan so sweet, he nearly indulged the urge to pound into her. But he didn't. Just as slowly, he pushed back into her. It was so slick and tight inside of her and surely, if he didn't have the stamina of a demigod, he would have already released inside of her. After a few minutes, he found a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her fast enough to elicit long, sensual moans.
Through the fog in her mind, Moana watched the man above her thrust into her. Sweat was dripping slightly from his forehead yet his hair stayed silky on his shoulders. His eyes kept moving from hers, down to the movement of her breasts, and then down even further to where they connected.
Truly, this felt incredible, but she needed more. “Faster.” She moaned. Their eyes connected through the slits of her eyelids and he looked at her almost incredulously.
“Are you sure?” His rhythm stayed steady but the grip he had on her legs tightened slightly.
She nodded, as she hooked her heels onto the backs of his thighs, forcing him deeper inside of her. (She would have hooked her ankles behind his back if he didn’t have to be so bulky.) A deep moan ran from her lips and she felt even more of him and he took this as a sign that she was absolutely sure. He took a moment to still but only to lean down and wrap his arms around the small of her back. After pulling her up off the ground and close to his body, he began thrusting into her, deeper and faster.
After only moments, he was breathing hard, barely over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re so beautiful and strong and wonderful and I’m blessed to have you like this.”
All Moana could do in return was moan and gasp and cry as he pumped inside of her. He was reaching all of her deepest parts and hitting every spot that made her spasm and she was very close to the edge of ecstasy.
Maui could feel her tightening around him and it pushed him to that same end. “Moana. I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too!” she gasped.
Instantly, he reached down between them and ran his thumb over her clit and it took only a second for her to cry out his name and orgasm hard around his manhood. The extreme tightness of her tipped him over the edge and he released deep inside of her. The stilled and breathed and felt each other’s muscles relax.
Before Moana was able to fall asleep she was picked up and placed down on her sleeping mat. She could feel the blanket come over her as well as the big arm of the man -demigod- that took her virtue and she was content and she let sleep take her over.
“I love you,” she murmured.
The man behind her chuckled and pulled her close to him. “I know.”
The slept, still naked, still wet and sweaty, and content. They don’t know what tomorrow holds, but they will overcome it...whatever it is.