Sex With a Ghost
Natalie Scatorrcio x fem!reader
song rec: sex with a ghost - teddy hyde
summary: it's freezing, the girls are starving, Natalie is at her wits' end, and is clinging to you as her lifeline, even if you're already gone
warnings/tags: angst, smut, horror, time/perspective lowkey jumps around a lot- and it doesn't have to make sense cuz none of this fic makes sense, takes place before the cabin burns down, uhm reader is lowkey maybe dead... definitely missing but maybe also dead, nat is either dreaming or hallucinating pretty much everything, breeding kink (also doesn't have to make sense, cuz like i said, nat is delirious, and i can do what i want), shower sex, fingering, scissoring, thigh riding, biting, choking, this lowkey gets a little violent and scary... but it's Nat dealing with her own conscience, open ending, not proofread
wc: 5.6k
The night Jackie died, you had gone out to comfort her. You brought her a blanket and sat for a few minutes, hoping you'd be able to change her mind and convince her to come back inside, but your captain had always been stubborn. You didn't know much of what had happened, since you had been looking for Javi with Natalie and Travis, only having come back after getting into your own argument with Natalie over needing to go back to the cabin since it was getting dark.
"You can't stay our here all night, Jax..." your head rested on her shoulder, arms wrapped around your knees as you curled into yourself for warmth. It had gotten much colder in the last 24 hours, scarily so.
"Watch me..." you couldn't help the small, tired smile that spread across your lips as you huffed a soft laugh. You stood up and faced her. Jackie looked up, confused by your abrupt movement and her newfound lack of warmth.
"I'm gonna go find us some more firewood. Don't wanna freeze out here." It was lighthearted enough, said with a small smile. Neither of you knew how much weight those words would hold. Neither of you would be around for it to mean anything to anyone.
"Be careful..." was all Jackie said. In that moment, she wished she had said more- maybe even volunteered to go with you, since you were the only person who made her feel normal for being scared and not wanting to play survivor. She knew you were scared too... but she still let you go. And that was the last anyone ever heard from Jackie Taylor, as well as you.
Nat and Travis came back that night, right as it started snowing. Exhausted and defeated, neither noticed Jackie asleep (or maybe already dead) outside the cabin, nor did they notice your absence.
It actually wasn't until after everyone had begun to grieve the loss of their captain that Natalie had finally noticed you were nowhere to be found. She knew losing Jackie would hit you harder than some of the other girls, so she was willing to put her own frustration aside and comfort you, as well as selfishly seek you out for her own comfort.
To this day, she still remembers surveying the group, her gaze becoming more frantic as she failed to spot you. She remembers going up to Taissa, Lottie, fuck- even Mari- begging for someone to have an answer of where you were. No one had seen you since you'd left with her and Travis the evening before. No one even knew you came back and sat with Jackie in her last moments.
Then the second wave of panic washed over the yellowjackets. They searched the house, hoping you had made it back before Travis and Nat, and had just fallen asleep in the attic and missed all the commotion. Another search party was sent out, now looking for you and Javi, worsening the ache and guilt building in Natalie's chest.
Shauna grieved on her own, silently, while Natalie made her loss a mission. Every day, she and Travis were out there looking for Javi, looking for you. Lottie started blessing them before they'd leave- it helped Travis, it only made everything feel worse for Natalie. They were getting frustrated with each other over the lack of any signs of life from either of you. She was convinced you were still out there somewhere, hopefully with Javi... hopefully safe.
Distraught by Travis's mental decline, Natalie faked Javi's death- planted his torn flannel along their search path, and waited. Travis grieved how he needed to, which she of course understood, but Natalie continued to look for you.
She swore she kept catching traces of you. The color of your hair caught out of the corner of her eye. The smell of your perfume you still wore even out here as she turned the corner, the perfume she knew you'd somehow managed to hide away from the rest of the girls. It only really started concerning her when she'd be alone in the wilderness, and she swore she heard your sighs or whimpers. It would send her into a panic, her searching becoming more frantic in fear that you were on your last breath somewhere nearby.
Then there was the bet. Everyone had been getting on Nat's ass about the lack of food, and how she's been spending more time looking for you than trying to hunt. Mari had been hyping Lottie up as a better provider than Nat, which led to them racing to see who was actually able to provide more for the group.
Natalie trudged through the snowy wilderness, desperate for anything at this point. She caught the usual glimpse of you out of the corner of her eye- the stark contrast of what she last saw you wearing bright against the snow. Against her better judgment, she whipped her head in, what she hoped would be, your direction.
And to her surprise, there you stood. You looked over your shoulder at her, face relaxed as if this were any other passing moment. Natalie's jaw dropped, puffs of air coming out in clouds in front of her face as her breathing picked up with her heart rate.
"Y/n..." she called out, feet moving her toward you before she could even think. She stumbled over herself to get to you. You hadn't moved, but you seemed to be getting further away. Natalie stumbled, of course, losing her footing for a moment. She caught herself, but when she regained her balance and glanced back up at where you'd been waiting for her, you were gone.
"No..." Natalie collapsed to the ground. "No, please... Y/n, don't do this..." she wept, crying out to you, praying to god, or maybe even the wilderness, that you got the message.
She was able to pick herself up after a few minutes of sobbing- she had no choice but to carry on. Maybe this was a sign, I mean, this is a new development in her delirium. Nat had smelled you, heard you, and just then she had seen you... it could mean something.
Nat continued her hunt, heading back to the abandoned plane and setting up camp there for a moment to recalibrate. She began to close her eyes as she leaned against the cold metal of the plane's fuselage. Right as she began drifting of, a gentle brush against her cheek startled her awake. Movement outside the plane caught her eye- a large, white moose. She scrambled to prep her gun, alerting the animal in the meantime, which caused it to charge at her.
Natalie was fading in and out of consciousness as she was practically dragged through the doorway and into the bathroom. She didn't even realize where she was until she felt the warm water against her bare skin. Taissa was stationed next to her as Natalie let sleep take over her body.
Your giggle is the only thing she comprehends. When Natalie opens her eyes and makes sense of her surroundings, she notices the constant pitter-patter of hot water against her skin from the shower head. She notices the bright, warm light of the bathroom. She notices the familiar feeling of tile against her bare feet. She notices your healthy face and wet hair as she tilts her face down to look in your eyes.
You're smiling softly up at her, mischief swirling in your doe eyes as you stare. You tug at the back of her hair, yanking her head back slightly, pulling a confused moan out of Natalie. You giggle again as you resume running your hands through her hair.
"Keep your head tilted back, or you're gonna get shampoo in your eyes." Which is, of course, when she notices the smell of your shampoo- it's something fruity, but different from your strawberry body wash, she's never been able to put her finger on it.
Natalie lets you finish rinsing her hair. This doesn't happen very often. This is maybe only the fifth time she's ever even been to your house. You don't hang out much, because Natalie always feels like you're pitying her- her own self-destructive tendencies barring her from getting as close to you as you so desperately want her to be. But you had just won the game for the quarterfinals that night, and the next is the semi-finals, which will determine if you make it to nationals... so Natalie allowed herself to enjoy the pampering, under the guise that she was rewarding you for playing well.
Her eyes are closed as she enjoys your nails grazing softly against her scalp, fingers traveling to massage her temples. You press an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone, and Nat's eyes snap open, surprisingly unaffected by the soap and hot water pouring directly into them. her breath catches in her throat, but she says nothing.
You continue mouthing at her neck and chest, sucking red and purple marks into her pale skin. This has never happened any time Nat has come over. You'd beg for her to let you pamper her, she'd deny. You'd beg her to stay the night, she'd deny, you'd plead some more, and she'd give in. You tried really hard not to push your luck, but your need for physical touch would practically radiate off of you, and Natalie, also desperate to be touched but reluctant to admit such, would huff and let you cling to her as you fell asleep. She'd be gone before you woke up, avoiding any sort of feelings you might've actually had throughout the night.
Your hands travel from her hair down her neck, stopping briefly at her chest to caress and squeeze her breasts, thumbs gently brushing over her nipples, then continuing downward to slide past her hips and rest on her lower back.
"Hmm, what're you doin', Y/n?" Natalie hums, her own hands coming to rest around your shoulders as you hug her comfortably around her waist.
"miss you... wanna be close to you, Nat." you mumble against the wet skin of her neck, face tilting slightly to nip at the space right below her jaw. She notices how you shift your legs, slightly parting them and leaning your hip more into her. Natalie moves on autopilot as she props her leg, slotting it between yours. You sigh immediately, melting into her. Your movements are small and slow at first as you begin to grind against her. Nat can feel your chest moving against hers as your breathing picks up.
She slides her fingers into your wet hair and cradles your head as she leans against you, closing her eyes blissfully. She flexes her thigh, causing your breathing to hitch. Nat uses her other arm to wrap around your shoulders and use her grip to pull you down against her. You moan into her skin and continue to grind your bare core against her wet thigh.
The hot water of the shower constricts her lungs as she breathes you in, the wetness almost frustrating her as it makes it harder for her to pinpoint your own essence dripping down her thigh.
You whimper against Natalie's jaw, pecking the skin, then tilting your head back to look at her. You stare for a few seconds, eyes glassy, lips parted, as you huff out short breaths.
"What do you want, pretty girl?" Natalie whispers gently, still cradling your head. She watches you melt ever so slightly further into her hold, and feels a horrible ache in her chest.
"Want you to kiss me," you plead in return, a heartbreaking shimmer of desperation in your eyes. How could anyone ever say no? Natalie was a lot of things, but an idiot was not one of them (sometimes).
She pulls you closer, leaning in to meet you, your lips meeting under the steady flow of water overhead. She sucks on your bottom lip, biting hard enough to elicit a whine out of you, but not to draw blood, even though she'd love to taste you right now.
You use your hold around her waist as leverage to pull yourself even closer, and to grind harder, drawing closer to your climax. Nat releases her grip on your hair and allows her hand to slide between the two of you to pull at your nipple. You let out a small squeal at the harsh action, it quickly turning into a moan as Nat continues to tug and twist at the small bud.
Your hips move quickly, losing rhythm as you try to get off. Your body is tense against Natalie's as she sucks on your tongue and plays with your tits. She begins shifting her hips slightly, thrusting gently in time with your motion. This sends you over the edge, and you tense, moaning into Natalie's mouth, slouching against her as your hips rock subconsciously, riding out your high.
You're panting into her neck as she cradles your head again. Your arms stay around her waist, fingers softly brushing her lower back and hips. It's nice. Gentle. Warm.
Natalie woke up to more commotion and snapped out of her haze rather quickly once she realized Taissa wasn't next to her anymore. She got dressed and stepped into the living room to see everyone fussing over Lottie, who seemed about three seconds away from dying of hypothermia.
Nat's head was foggy as she sat and talked with Lottie. They tiredly joked and enjoyed the small moment of calmness between them, even though both had just suffered a loss in the hypothetical game. A silence settled over them, and Natalie began thinking back to the dream she had of you earlier (at least that's what she thought it was, even if it felt more like a misplaced memory).
"Do you feel her out there?" it was a stupid, desperate, last-chance-of-faith question to ask... but Natalie put her pride aside anyway to ask. Lottie squeezed her hand, the blonde avoiding eye contact.
"I do," and while it shouldn't have meant anything by the standards she had been holding, those two words meant everything to Natalie.
That dream was the last Natalie saw of you for a while. You left her alone- for better or for worse, she hadn't been able to decide. It should've brought her comfort to be able to go hunting and not be reminded of your absence- but in the lack of your perfume floating through the breeze, or the glimpses of you out of her peripheral vision, she became more aware. You were gone.
Maybe that dream was your farewell, a sweet goodbye for Natalie to think back to when she got too tired to carry on, or too stressed to sleep. It made her heart ache with a yearning she'd never experienced in her whole life.
But her subconscious prayers to see you again in any capacity were answered. She wished you would just have left her alone this time.
She still remembers mentally begging for you to burst through the door and stop the hunt, as Shauna clasped the gold heart necklace around her. You never came. Not even in her head did you provide any reassurance. Not even as she sprinted through the snow and across the frozen lake.
You didn't appear out of nowhere with Javi either, nor did he seem to have any idea you were even missing, which had only sent her deeper into her despair.
You didn't appear to comfort or taunt her with your presence (or lack thereof) as she allowed Javi to drown. Or as they carried him back to the cabin.
Natalie was exhausted, she was starving, she was cold, she was distressed... it was only then, as she sat by herself at the window in the attic, beginning to doze off, that she felt you.
"It's not your fault..." you whisper against her shoulder. She doesn't remember when you leaned your head on her, but she thinks you've always been there. She continued to stare out the window, gnawing guiltily at her lip.
"It absolutely is my fault... I let him drown."
"They were going to kill you, Natalie." your voice is firm, defensive. She shifts to look over her shoulder at you. Your face is hauntingly stern, an expression she'd never seen you make. It quite frankly sent chills down her spine. You meet her eyes, and your face softens, anxiety taking over.
"They were going to take you away..." You tilt your head and gaze up at her pitifully, rendering Natalie speechless. "Do you not want to see me anymore?" You lift your hand to gently caress her cheek. She shakes her head slightly as she leans into your touch, closing her eyes as she relaxes.
"No, never... I was actually starting to miss you haunting me," Natalie tries to joke, a tired smile etching across her face, but yours falters almost immediately. For a moment, Natalie worries it's because of what she said, but then she notices the way your eyes keep drifting toward the window, toward the dark stretch of wilderness beyond the glass.
"What?" she breathes out, anxiety beginning to crawl up her spine. You don't answer right away; instead, you trace your fingers along the sleeve of her jacket, as if memorizing it... memorizing her.
"No." The realization settles heavily in Natalie's chest as your gaze finally returns to hers.
"No," she repeats, firmer this time, feeling herself start to slip as a sad smile pulls at your lips.
"You can't keep waiting for me forever." The words hit harder than any scream, any fight, any loss she's suffered out here. She shakes her head immediately, clenching her teeth.
"Watch me." It sounds pathetic and desperate, making her seem childish. You laugh softly anyway- a sound that she misses so severely it makes her sick- leaning in to brush the tip of your nose against hers/
"You always were stubborn..." and for a moment, it almost feels normal. Like you're both back at school. Like tomorrow there'll be practice and classes and stupid parties neither of you really wanted to attend. Then your expression crumbles- Natalie reaches for you on instinct, her fingers brushing yours- warm. Tangible. Real?
"I looked for you," she whispers.
"I know."
"Every day." Your eyes glisten as you let the cold, aching silence suck the air out of the room for a few more seconds.
"I know, Nat." Her throat tightens painfully.
"I should've found you." The silence that follows is gentle, but unforgiving. Eventually, you rest your forehead against hers, warmer than it should be. She closes her eyes, and the attic disappears. The cold disappears. For one brief moment, there is only you.
"You found me now." Natalie squeezes her eyes shut. She feels you shift slightly, tilting her face with your gentle hand, guiding her lips to yours. Your hand is warm, but your lips are cold, and all she can think about is bringing heat back to them.
Natalie reaches one hand up to cup your cheek, allowing the other to caress your waist, soft but desperate. You sit up on your knees, leaning further into the kiss as your lips move in sync, picking up the pace. She shifts, leaning her back against the wall, allowing you to perch comfortably on her lap. Her hands grip at the fat of your hips, pulling you flush to her, encouraging you to initiate some sort of friction. She bites your bottom lip and tugs, causing a moan to slip from the back of your throat.
You rock your hips against hers for a few moments before Nat impatiently slips her hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, not even noticing your lack of panties. She glides her middle and ring finger through your center and moans into your mouth at the wetness she's met with.
"Jesus Christ, baby..." she mumbles against your lips, continuing to swipe between your folds, her fingers delving slightly deeper into your core with each pass.
You suck on her tongue, arms wrapped around her shoulders, when she finally pushes her finger inside you, pulling a high-pitched whimper from you. Your hips grind gently in time with her strokes, the curl of her digits hitting perfectly against the spongy spot deep within you.
Natalie regains a bit more control when she begins to fight back, her own tongue intertwining with yours. Her hips start to grind up against yours, following the rhythm of her fingers inside your pussy, as the heel of her palm puts the perfect amount of pressure on your clit. She feels your essence dripping down her digits, gathering around her knuckles. Fuuuuuuuck.... All she's thinking about is making you squirt on her fingers, dizzied by the possibility.
Natalie throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She feels your cold hands slide up her chest, nipples hardening through her worn flannel and skin pebbling as a chill runs through her. Your fingers settle gently at the base of her throat, palms resting near her collarbones.
When she opens her eyes and looks up at you, it's different. You look as she'd actually expect you to at this point. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, dull skin. You've taken on a form that will actually haunt Natalie for the rest of her life.
"You stopped looking for me." you whisper, vengefully, hands sliding up slightly, finger pressing into the sides of Natalie's throat. Her eyes widen pitifully. She's not scared, but betrayed that you could ever think she had it in her to give up on you. She tries to shake her head, but is held in place by your grip.
"No-" she croaks, desperate to defend herself. To remind you how devoted she is to you. She wraps her fingers delicately around your wrists. This wasn't you, and Natalie knew that, but she'd take what she could get at this point.
"I didn't." Her voice breaks as your grip tightens. "I didn't stop."
"You did." your vice around her throat loosens just barely for her to get an excuse out. Natalie knows she's in a state of severe delirium, but she also thinks it wouldn't be too bad to die at your hands at this point...
"I had- to hunt." The excuse leaves her mouth too quickly, and she hates herself for how pathetic it sounds, even though it's mostly meek because of the lack of airflow she's experiencing. "They needed food. I couldn't- I couldn't keep going out there every day and coming back with nothing."
Your expression doesn't change. Natalie feels tears beginning to sting her eyes. "I still looked..."
"Not for me." she choked and gasped for the little bits of oxygen you allowed her to access, still trying to converse with you, even though she knew this was just another nightmare.
"I looked everywhere."
"Not everywhere." The words make something inside her go cold and sickly still. She stares at you. Outside the window, the wilderness seems impossibly dark. The trees stretch farther than they should, disappearing into a blackness that doesn't resemble night so much as an absence of anything at all.
Natalie's grip tightens around your wrists. "Where are you?"
Your head tilts- it's such a familiar movement that her heart aches. "You know."
"No, I don't," she allows herself to cry out, whimpering under your hold.
"You do-"
"If I knew, I would've found you!" For the first time, anger cracks through the desperation in her voice. Her face twists as tears finally spill over, hot against cheeks that have been cold for months.
"I would've found you." Natalie weeps, succumbing to your grip, accepting her fate with open arms. Something about you softens, just enough for it to cause a noticeable shift in the air. Your hands leave her, and Natalie immediately reaches after them, catching one before you can pull completely away.
"Don't." You glance down at where she's holding you. You're still on top of her, thighs resting on either side of her hips. She's resting on her elbows now that your full weight isn't being used to pin her to the floor. SHe glances up, desperately "Don't leave again."
"I didn't leave you..." Natalie's breath catches. The words settle strangely between you as she waits, feeling as if there's more to come in the explanation.
"I got lost." Suddenly, she can smell your perfume again. That stupid fucking perfume. The one you had somehow kept hidden from everyone else. The one Natalie used to tease you for bothering to wear when all of you smelled like sweat and dirt anyway.
Except now there's something else beneath it. Pine. Snow. Smoke. Natalie looks toward the window. Something moves between the trees. Her head snaps back toward you.
"Are you out there?" You don't answer. She calls out your name, pleading, but you pull your hand from hers.
Natalie scrambled after you immediately, but somehow you were already standing across the attic. She didn't remember watching you move.
"Wait-" You took another step backward. "Stop!"
Another.
"Y/n, please stop-" she begged. You smiled again, not the horrible expression she'd seen seemingly moments ago. You didn't seem angry or vengeful anymore, just tired. So unbelievably tired....
"Please," she whispered, voice breaking. Your eyes flicked toward the window, and hers followed. For half a second, Nat swore she saw something standing beyond the glass. A figure... then another. Trees. Snow. Something bright against all that white in the darkness.
Her stomach dropped, and she immediately turned back to you. Except you were gone.
"No." Natalie lunged forward, and the attic seemed to tilt beneath her feet. "Y/n?"
Nothing. She reached the window and pressed both hands against the glass, searching desperately through the storm outside.
There... between the trees... you. Natalie pounded against the window, screaming your name. You didn't turn around, even as she continued to bang on the glass and yell at the top of her lungs. Nothing.
You were walking away.
"No, no, no-" She fumbled desperately with the window latch. It remained unmoving, seemingly frozen shut. Her fingers slipped against it, numb and useless, and every second she wasted sent you farther into the trees.
"Wait!" she cried out desperately. You finally stopped. Natalie froze, holding her breath as she watched. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder, and for one fleeting second, you were yourself again.
Healthy. Warm. Alive. Exactly as Natalie remembers you.
Your lips moved, but she couldn't hear you through the glass. "What?"
You said it again, just as casually, which only caused Natalie's anxiety to spike as she pressed her ear against the freezing window, delusionally praying it would help her.
"What are you saying?" she whimpered, tears of anguish burning hot against her waterline. She turned her gaze back to you, forehead pressed against the cool glass. You spoke again, but this time she understood.
Find me.
Natalie squeezed her eyes shut with a final cry of despair. When she opened them, it felt like she'd woken with a violent jolt. Her breath tears painfully into her lungs as she jerks upright, disoriented, one hand flying instinctively toward the base of her throat.
She sat completely still, heart refusing to slow its rapid beating, alone in the cold attic, where she had been the whole time. The window rattled softly in its frame as Natalie stared at it from afar for several seconds. Then, against her better judgment, Natalie crawled closer. Outside, snow continued to fall over the wilderness, steadily erasing every trace of what might've been there before.
She stared into it anyway. Find me. She wasn't sure whether she'd dreamed those words. She's even less sure she cares. Because they'll find you... they had to.
Natalie settled back against the wall, pulling her knees toward her chest as she stared through the window. She could already picture it happening. Not finding you- not yet. She wouldn't let herself imagine exactly where you were, or what condition you'd be in when she finally got to you.
She pictured what would come after...
Someone will find them first. A plane. A helicopter. A search party stumbling through the trees. Something. People will come pouring into the cabin with blankets and food and questions, and Natalie won't answer a single fucking one until somebody listens to her.
There's someone else.
She'll tell them your name. Your height. What you were wearing. Where she'd last seen you. She'll point toward every place she and Travis searched and then every place they didn't. She'll tell them about the glimpses between the trees and the perfume and your voice and find me, even if they look at her like she's lost her mind.
She'll make them believe her. And if they don't, she'll make them search anyway.
They won't put her on some helicopter and fly her away while you're still out here. They can drag her onto it kicking and screaming if they want; she'll jump right back out. She'll tell reporters. Police. Your parents. Her mom. Anybody who will listen. She's still out there. And eventually someone will find you.
Maybe Natalie will be there when they do... She likes that version best. She imagines spotting you first. Of course she does. After months of catching pieces of you where you weren't, eventually she'll look between the trees, and you'll actually be standing there.
You'll probably cry- you've always been sensitive and emotional and hate being alone, so she can only imagine the breakdown you'll have. She'll definitely cry. She'll hold onto you so tightly that somebody will eventually have to tell her to loosen her grip, and even then she won't really listen. Then they'll take you both home.
Home.
Natalie lets her head fall against the wall. She hasn't allowed herself to think about home like this in months. It used to feel impossible, now it unfolds behind her closed eyes with such clarity that she can practically touch it.
She'll do everything differently, that's the promise she makes. No more acting like she doesn't care because caring about somebody gives them the opportunity to hurt her. No more brushing you off when you're being too nice because she can't figure out what you could possibly want from her. No more pretending your invitations annoy her when she's secretly memorized every single one.
She'll let you know.... every stupid thing she's swallowed down because saying it would've made it real- she'll tell you. She'll tell you she missed you. She'll tell you she looked for you. She'll tell you that every time she thought she saw you between the trees, some pathetic part of her heart genuinely believed that if she ran fast enough, she'd catch up. She'll tell you she never stopped.
And she'll love you honestly this time. Not carefully. Not from three feet away. Not disguised beneath sarcasm or an eye roll whenever you get too close to figuring her out.
Honestly.
She'll let herself have you.
It'll all be so perfect. You'll be warm and tangible against her chest, the smell of your shampoo suffocating her in a way that will make sense. Your bed will be comfy and soft, and you'll take so many more naps cuddled up in the soft glow of your room. Or you'll get an apartment like you always used to say, where you'll both stay, and Nat will go to work while you go to school. Your sweaters will be clean, and she'll get to see you in those stupid tiny skirts that always ended up getting pushed up and out of the way...
She'll get to pull your panties off and pocket them for later, or be impatient and just tug them to the side as she eats you out, tugging you by the hips, arms locked around your thighs to keep you pressed against her tongue. Or when she loses her own panties and decides to slot her hips against yours, slick combining between you as your clits bump together.
Or when she tightens the straps of her harness around her thighs, silicone cock phantomly pulsing at her hips as she stares into your glistening cunt. She'll finally get to slip inside you and feel the warmth of your core. At this point, Nat is convinced that her sheer desperation and need for you would be enough to get you pregnant.
In her mind, she's already gripping your hips to the point of bruising, pounding her cock so deep into your core that she's practically imbedding the memory of herself there. Already visualizing her cum dripping out of you as you lay face down, ass arched high enough that it should keep her release inside, but there it is, glistening out of your weeping hole and against your pulsing clit. She's thinking about flipping you over and diving right back in, plugging you up as she lets her desperation flood her movements. This round less animalistic and more devoted; she's sucking the prettiest marks into your neck, collarbones, chest- anywhere she can reach- as you're holding onto her so tightly she doesn't even have to worry about the two of you ever being separated again.
It will be perfect...
Once they find her, she'll tell them where the others are, and after they are all rescued, she'll go back to looking for you. She won't leave until you're there with her, and someone else can see it too. They'll have to drag her screaming, crying, and fighting if it came down to leaving without you...
