Scarlet's Dilemma
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“Well, if we don’t get on with this, it might be the last time.”
He leaned back and lowered her to the traditional bed.
Scarlet made him do most of the work. She arched into his touch, murmured when he touched a sensitive spot, but the moment he fitted his cock to her sex, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him forward.
The hiss of pain was genuine. She had rushed him.
Hiro rose on his elbows, and he was glowering. “Your first time?”
“Yeah. I should have mentioned it, I suppose.”
He closed his eyes. “I would have gone slower.”
“I wanted to get the suspense over with.”
Hiro shook his head. “I think we just found the one thing we disagree on. Well, hopefully, we can enjoy it a bit more next time.”
“We?”
“We are bound, you and I. When you don’t feel pleasure, it has an effect on me. So, I had better get to work.”
Scarlet had no idea what he was talking about until he leaned over on one elbow and began to stroke her clit.
The light flickers of pleasure started, and when he struck a certain spot, her hips bucked. Hiro got a relieved look on his features, and he began to carefully stroke that spot over and over.
The burning pain of his entry was fading to a dull throb, but that throbbing picked up the beat of his stroking fingers until she started to squirm against the touch.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and he continued to keep the slow and steady pace until Scarlet felt a weird tension coil inside her. The pull of tension got tighter and tighter, and she mewled in confusion the moment before the rush of release hit her. The pleasure that she felt wasn’t familiar, but she definitely wanted to do it again.
Hiro waited until her hips stopped twitching, and then, he moved to rest on both elbows again and started to slide his cock in and out of her.
She looked up and saw his focus, the concentration, and she wasn’t sure what he was waiting for until the coiling started again. It was different this time, sharper with the rasp of sensitive skin still making itself known, but as he picked up his pace, she was lifting her hips against his to invite him deeper.
He began to growl, and magic sparked and surrounded him with bright flickers. Scarlet reached up to hold his shoulders, and the same magical illumination was firing on her own skin.
His hips moved at a blurring pace, and the pleasure gathered and shattered inside her again. She screamed, he snarled, and the magic flared bright, pushing their release from seconds into long minutes of pulsing glory.
Scarlet was on her side, and she felt fine. The magic had wrapped around her, inside and out. “Okay, so that makes sense now.”
Hiro smiled slowly. “I am so glad. Why haven’t you ever...”
“Ah, being the only Asian girl in the area meant that I had to have impeccable manners and decorum. One slip would have branded me for life. My mom didn’t give me the talk, my dad didn’t want to upset my mom, and my Aunt Baby just laughed when I tried to ask her.”
“Aunt Baby?”
“Hanna. She is younger than me but my aunt.”
He grinned. “She must love being called Aunt Baby.”
“Oh, she really does. Anyway, since I could break most of the humans, and the sasquatch in the area were all relatives, I didn’t bother with sex. The less you think about it, the less it matters.”
He reached out and pulled her by her waist until she was lying against his chest. “I am glad that your first time was with me, but I wish I had some warning.”
She snickered. “It doesn’t naturally fall into conversation.”
She sighed and listened to his heartbeat.
He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “So, when do you want to think about starting a family?”
“When it happens. I am not in a hurry, but I am not worried about it either. Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“One of each is great. I can hardly wait to tell them that I met their mother while she was camping, alone, at the Crossroads.”
She giggled and stroked his back. “I can’t wait to tell them that I caught a tiger with a cupcake.”
He gave her a squeeze, and they spent the rest of the night whispering about their future. It was going to be bright, Scarlet wasn’t going to give it any option.
Heh. Cupcake.
Author’s Note
This story was built out of too much YouTube. I watch a lot of food programs, and North Americans in Asian countries are fascinating, as are the prejudices that hit them no matter where they go.
In life, you have to work for your happily ever after.
Thanks for reading,
Zenina
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.