by Wyatt, Dani
Warm, sweet and savory, like sitting beside the ocean surrounded by fresh orchids. I dipped my fingers into her, my thumb flicking on her little nub, her pleasure becoming my muse.
With each touch, I memorized her response. Her sounds. The clench of muscles, the hitch of her breath. Committing to the never-ending search for knowledge that would keep her addicted to me for all time.
I was charting the path with her, where no other man had ever or would ever tread. It was a fucking honor to explore her innocence, to know it would only ever be my cock inside her, my fingers seeking, my tongue on her flesh.
Even as I breathed in my own delusion, I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Ground uneven and unsure. Pure perfection like her, yielding to a brute like me, was the stuff of dark tales with disastrous endings.
She was my end and my beginning and my control was dangling by a golden thread. I could tell from the pattern of her breathing and the way she dug her fingernails into my shoulder that she was getting close.
“You’ve never cum before, have you?”
“No, never,” she whispered toward the ceiling, rocking back slightly on her heels. “But please, Bors. Please don’t stop…”
The word stop had no place in the bedroom with us.
“Never.”
Keeping my fingers on her pussy, I guided her supple body down onto the bed.
With my other hand I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, and then with no finesse I freed my rock-hard cock at last. Twisting, I pushed the pants away and rolled with her, positioning her knees on either side of my face.
Then, kneeling before her, I pressed my middle finger just until I felt her resistance band around it, then placed my tongue on her clit and her body shook.
I went slow, alternating between circles around her swollen nub and using the flat of my tongue to compress it against her pubic bone. Her flavor burned through me like the devil himself was near. I’d never tasted anything so pure, so perfect. Her scent was a perfume nature created only for me.
Her fingers twisted into my hair, her back arched off the bed. I slid my other hand under her ass and placed one finger at the bud of her anus, letting her know that I owned every fucking inch.
As she got closer and closer to orgasm, I slowed my rhythm, building the tension and savoring each moment. Her body said let me come, but my tongue told her not fucking yet.
She poured wetness into my palm, a viscous, silky stream that made me so fucking hard I thought I might tear her to pieces. I wanted to fucking wreck her. I wanted our cum on the sheets and her virginal blood mixed with it. But I took my time. With each roll of my tongue, she got closer. Her body slicked warm juice around my middle finger and I pressed farther upward, finding her magical rough spot inside and pressing my digit into it, her breath halting. Her thighs trembled as she bit the edge of the pillow-case.
Using slow strokes in unison with my tongue I began my claiming.
Though she might not know the sound of her approaching orgasm, and though I may not have had any personal experience to draw on, I knew it was coming. As I felt it growing near, I ate her out like a starved wolf, sucking and licking like I’d never get to taste her again.
She tasted like fucking heaven. My own personal pussy heaven.
With one final suck of her clit against my tongue, I felt her walls tighten around my finger. She came hard and strong, roaring out my name as her body twisted up and off the bed, but I held her down. The walls of her pussy throbbed against my fingers, and she bucked and writhed, but I kept up, never slowing until I felt her body recoil and her voice break.
Her sweet cunt was so sensitive in that moment, the pleasure became pain and it only made me harder knowing I’d taken her to this point and it would be my choice to bring her back.
I withdrew, just far enough to wipe her webbed pussy juices on her thigh, and then nuzzled my chin into the flesh between her openings. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
“Oh, sweet lord above,” she panted. “What just happened?”
As she came back to earth, I licked her clean, savoring her taste.
She was perfect.
Before she caught her breath, she was reaching for my cock. I growled with the pleasure of her touch as she explored my balls. Her tentative explorations made me wilder.
I reached down to surround her hand in mine, showing her how hard to work them. She was a quick fucking study, too, and soon enough I felt a trickle of pre-cum spill from my cock, only to have her wipe it clean with her thumb.
“Such a fucking good girl. Taste it, never waste it…”
She did as I instructed, bringing her thumb to her lips and I nearly spilled my load as she signed as her tongue darted out to sweep the liquid from her digit and smiled at me like a minx.
“Yummy. I didn’t know it was something done. Mouths and such.”
“Now you know. You will only know this with me Sara. Do you understand?” She nodded as she stroked me, placing her chin against the muscles of my abdomen. I dragged my thumb down her soft, wet lips. “Tell me what you want,” I murmured.
“I want you to be…” She stammered. “I want you...and me…” Her breath caught in her throat. “I don’t even know the right words.”
I pressws my thumb to her lips, hard enough to let her feel my impatience. “Just say what you feel.”
“I want you to be one with me. I want to know you…that way.”
I cupped my hand around hers as she encircled my cock, making her grip me tighter. “You want me inside you.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”
About fucking time.
How many hours had it been since I’d set my eyes upon her in town? And yet, the waiting had felt like years. The knowing had felt like decades. In a matter of hours, this girl had entwined herself with me in a way I’d never thought possible. In a way I could never undo.
Reaching around, I arranged the pillows behind her head and laid her down on the bed. Beneath my palm, I felt her heart racing, her skin turning from warm to hot.
Her eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty yet glazed with lust, driving me goddamned crazy. I wanted to pump my seed into her and wipe that innocence right off her face.
I wanted to see her wild, bold. I placed my knees on the mattress and spread her legs around me, then lined up the tip of my dick at the slick opening of her tight little dripping cunt, happy that we’d already prepared it for what was to come.
“Who do you belong to?” I managed, through gritted teeth.
Her mouth opened and the sweetest words drifted from her full lips. “I belong to you. Make me yours…”
“Oh, I will. And your virgin blood on my cock will be the proof.”
Sara
His hands and lips were magic.
The pressure of his cock had me seeing stars and muttering curses I’d only heard in scattered, bawdy conversation.
He was impossibly thick, and I winced and moaned as he pushed inside me. I’d tried touching myself before, able to press a fingertip inside myself, but his manhood was no finger. He whispered encouragements, kissing me, holding my gaze, but still I was unable to open up to him.
“Sara. Baby. You’re doing great. Such a tight, sweet girl. But my cock is hungry, baby, it wants in and it’s not going to give up. I think if you don’t let him inside soon he might just tear you to pieces.”
I nodded as he bent and sucked on my nipple, making me arch and moan. His hands caressed my body, the scratch of his beard sent tingles through my core and finally I opened to welcome him.
The feeling as his cock entered me was like nothing else. Heavy, full, uncomfortable and painful and wonderful all at once. The friction when he started to move sent jolts of pure pleasure zinging to my brain, making me forget the pain as I moved with him, against him, the two of us starting to meld into one.
Though it was all unknown to me, I wanted him to take my virginity like nothing else I’d ever wanted. I wanted to give myself wholly
and fully to this man, a man who treated me like I was his most valued possession. A stranger in nearly every way, yet the most familiar person I’d ever known.
I knew it was wrong. We’d only met. I was not promised to him…or wed. But no one had ever told me to hold on to this part of me.
No one had said to keep it for marriage.
No, as far as my family was concerned, this part of me didn’t exist. It was as though I was born different, that no man would ever want me so what was the point of discussing such things? But with Bors, I finally understood how untrue that was.
He pressed forward, his body hard, muscles straining, stretching me from the outside as his manhood stretched me within. I gasped to catch my breath, gripping his massive biceps to tell him to go slow…slower.
He waited there, just like that, trembling over me, holding back until I was ready for more. Darts of pain shot through my body as I felt him grow inside of me. His voice strained with words, telling me how special I was, how much he adored me.
“This? What you are giving me, Sara…this is the greatest honor of my life.”
The pressure increased and I felt my body stretch further to accommodate him. His cock was massive. Though I had no point of comparison, I had to wonder if all men were as endowed. It seemed unlikely. Surely, I would have heard wedding night horror stories of cocks so big they split a woman in two.
“Are you okay, my angel? A little pain is good. But I don’t want you in agony.”
It did hurt, but in a way that gave me so much pleasure I could barely speak. I had no idea that pain could fuse into pleasure like this. “I’m wonderful. Please don’t stop…”
“I told you once already. I will never stop.” He seethed as his lips tightened against barred teeth. “This is where I want to be. Where I need to be.” With those words, he drove himself deeper inside and I gasped as white sparkles danced in my eyes.
“I think you’re tearing me apart. You said there would be blood….”
“I want no apologies for making a mess of the sheets. Blood is good. You bleeding is my reward. Your maiden blood is gold to me.”
I knew so little of the world, but I trusted him completely to guide me through this. I was scared but exhilarated. I swallowed and gazed up at him. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he said. He reached down, his cock still halfway inside me, and took my hands in his on either side of my head, our fingers interlaced and his face above mine. With one quick gesture, he flipped us over so that I was sitting on top of him with my knees on the mattress. “Take it slow. Don’t take your eyes off me. Got that?”
I nodded and felt the pressure increase. I breathed through the discomfort and slowly lowered myself further onto his thick, pulsing cock.
“Ahh, God…” I seethed, clenching my eyes closed until I could take a full breath.
He arched his head back, his Adam’s apple stretching his throat, a vein looking ready to burst on his forehead as he growled. “Fuuuuuuck yes.”
Taking strength from his pleasure, as well as my own, I took a deep breath and lowered myself further, further, further. He gripped my hips hard and arched, abdominal muscles tightening into stone cobbles.
Once again, I breathed hard, lowering myself an inch more, and he grunted in response as I took him deeper. Another flurry of stinging pain made me cry out then as quickly as it came, it went and I succumbed completely to the pleasure.
My body relaxed in that moment and I opened to give him all of me.
As he entered me nearly to the base of his cock, I felt a hot rush of liquid need spill from inside me, covering us both as he held us together, making us finally one.
Everything inside me felt like it was exploding at once—the pleasure, oh, my sweet Lord, the pleasure—it caused me to grip him so hard that I felt him hiss. That pleasure was so intense I thought I might faint.
I gasped and flailed as I began riding him again, my body wild with need, until he flipped me again, drawing back then driving fully inside until I felt his balls against my ass and it was as far as my body could take. With every new thrust, bringing us more and more together, the sound of my wet desire and the scent of our sex made my head spin.
Every pump made my eyes roll back. I wanted desperately to close them and be swept away—but he was what grounded me. He was what guided me. He stayed true to his word and I let him take me, show me, teach me.
His face in that moment was a study in raw tension. His eyes bore into me, his jaw was locked, teeth grinding as that vein in his forehead pulsed and bulged, and I understood how it felt.
He put his elbows on each side of me and kissed me as he ravished me—savage, intense, aggressive kisses that made my cheeks sting with the roughness of his stubble. Our bodies were one in every way. From time to time, the pleasure would overcome me and the room would start to twinkle and shift, as if I had spent too long looking into a candle flame.
In those moments, I lost myself and gave in to the pleasure of his strength and desire. It felt so good, I thought it must be a dream. But it wasn’t. It was him, in all his glory. My pleasure belonged to him forever.
“Fuck, Sara...” His voice was gruff, heady with exertion. “Come for me again. Let me hear you again. Your sounds… I’m so fucking drunk on you.” He doubled down with intensity, lingering inside me for one second, two, three, until I felt my body respond to him with throbs and flutters, and then the candle-flame blurriness overtook me again.
My spine rolled and I lifted myself right up off the sheets, only to come back down with his huge hands gripping my ass, digging into the flesh. Again and again he took me, and again and again I screamed his name into his shoulder as he grunted and growled and I felt possessed by this primal beast of a man I’d only met earlier that day.
I never imagined that anything could feel so good. I surrendered wholly to this experience as he ravaged me, again and again, until I was a panting, messy, sated pile of sweat and cum.
Once he sensed my exhaustion, he slowed, still inside me but rising to his knees, brushing the hair from my face. Wherever he had taken me with all that bliss, I could tell he too was heading there. It was crazy to think that he had the self-control to resist the inhuman pull of that pleasure. Though my hips were sore and my body tired, I opened my legs even wider for him as I ran my fingertips down his chest. With each thrust, my body responded by clenching tight around him. The tighter I clenched, the more his eyes grew glassy with desire.
“Jesus, sweet fucking Sara, your cunt owns my cock already.” He lowered his head and rammed into me with pounding thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. “Fuck, yes. Tell me you’re ready to take everything I have to give you.”
“Yes!” I shouted, throwing my head back, caring nothing for who might hear my savage, needy screams. “Yes, Bors. Gods, I… Oh…” I tried to catch my breath, I tried to rock my hips, I tried to get more of him inside me as he gripped my waist tight enough to leave bruises.
But I wanted it. I wanted to know that he had me tight, that he needed me there, in that moment.
“Say it!” he growled. “Tell me you’re ready…”
Ready wasn’t enough. It didn’t describe how I felt about him, how I felt about his seed. It failed to encompass all I was in that moment.
“Oh…oh…oh…I was born for you… For this. This is my only purpose, now and always. Bors, please!” I leaned forward and met his eyes, tearing my nails into his flesh.
With a bestial roar, he unleashed his power into me. And as he did, I was taken to the brink of bliss and beyond.
Utterly spent, Bors embraced me from behind, his arms wrapped around my chest so that my bosom spilled out onto his forearm, his chin rested on my shoulder and my hips nestled in the cradle of his huge, solid body.
“Marry me,” he murmured.
At first I thought he was joking. Some post-coital humor had my lips turning upward in a nervous smile.
But as the silence stretched in the moments that foll
owed, I felt my heart clutch at the possibility. Me? No. Surely not. He wasn’t serious.
Or, was he?
I tried to turn to look at him, but his arms clutched so tight, I couldn’t move, and it felt wonderful to be at his mercy.
“Just say yes. Don’t overthink it. Please. I’m not sophisticated or educated. I have no high ambitions. But I promise you, Sara, with all my heart, I will give you everything. If you desire it, somehow I’ll provide it. I don’t deserve you, I know that. I’m nothing but an bitter, scarred warrior for hire. I don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. But I ask it nonetheless. Marry me.”
“Bors…” I twisted in his embrace but he only squeezed harder, his forearms pressing under my ribs, the air driven from my lungs.
“I can imagine what you are thinking, my angel. You’re young, sent from heaven and I’ve visited hell more times than I care to count. But you will be my everything, I’ll be the man I always wanted to be…for you.”
I pressed my lips to the inside of his huge, scarred biceps. I wanted so very desperately to say yes, right then and there. I wanted nothing more than to be his and his alone. I envisioned a life for us together in such vivid detail that I almost felt it had happened already. Like it was always meant to be.
Then my eyes fell on the windowsill, even in the darkness the world beyond was ominous. While we lay, all knitted up together in the simple glow of our lusty, breathless new love, the real world loomed, with all its difficulties, conflicts, and complications.
With my whole heart I wanted a fresh start with him, somewhere—anywhere. I was his. I knew that. I’d been his since the moment our eyes met, and he was mine. But that didn’t change reality. If there was one thing that I had learned from my family, it was that what I wanted made no difference.
“I want nothing more,” I said, my voice so low I wasn’t sure if I was answering him, or talking to myself. “None of those things matters to me. I’d marry you in sackcloth and live in Angelica’s pigsty if it meant we were together. But life hasn’t taught me to expect happiness, or that just because I want something it can be so. You don’t know my father. He might not be liked by the washerwomen in town, but he has friends. No priest will marry us without his blessing, and he will never give us his blessing. He has some power I’ve never understood, yet it is there nonetheless.”
