[Warning: Mixed POV & Mature Content]
- Violet -
I couldn’t speak for a mont, too focused on the strange sensation of having sothing inside . It didn’t entirely hurt, but the strange sensation was uncomfortable... and sohow also not.
"It’s just..." I swallowed hard, trying to find words. "It feels strange."
His finger moved then, a slow, careful slide deeper, heightening the strange pressure. I didn’t know how to categorise the invasive sensation.
Then his finger curled upward, pressing against sothing inside that made my entire lower body clench with sudden, sharp pleasure.
I jerked and a startled cry escaped before I could stop it.
He leaned down and silenced with a kiss, slowly withdrawing his finger.
The loss of his finger left feeling strangely empty, but before I could process it, I felt sothing else pressing against .
Sothing much larger.
The contact stunned into stillness.
Then my breath caught as the thick head of him nudged my entrance, hot and hard and big. The reality of what was about to happen crashed over like ice water.
How was that supposed to fit?!
He rubbed himself against my wetness slowly, coating himself, and the friction against my oversensitive flesh made gasp into his mouth. The movent was deliberate, almost teasing, and each glide sent sparks racing through my skin and my hips twitching upward despite myself.
I leaned back, tearing away from the kiss. My elbows dug into the mattress as I tried to prop myself up. I needed to see and understand what was happening. I strained to look down between our bodies, but I could barely make out anything in the shadows before his hand cupped my jaw and turned my face back to his.
He kissed again, deep and consuming, swallowing whatever protest I might have made.
His tongue stroked slow and possessive, pulling my focus back to him as his hips rolled in another deliberate slide, spreading the wet fluid along his length.
’No... it won’t fit. This is—’
I felt fear all of a sudden. Sharp as the blunt head pressed more firmly against my entrance. My throat tightened. A faint burning sensation started to appear between my legs.
The pressure was imdiate and intense. My back fell flat against the sheets as I gripped his biceps, my fingers digging into the hard muscle. A flash of panic shot through as I felt myself beginning to stretch around him.
No... this was too...
My throat tightened as the burning sensation intensified, a sharp sting that made my breath hitch.
My eyes watered. I did not think it would hurt this much.
"Kael," I whispered hoarsely against his lips. "It hurts..."
- Kael –
Her words stabbed through .
I froze, buried barely an inch inside her searing heat. Every instinct scread at to not stop, to not pull back, but I never wanted to hurt her. Even if it was for a mont.
I forced myself to breathe through the overwhelming need clawing at my control. My entire body was rigid with the effort of restraint, every muscle locked tight as I fought the instinct to thrust, to bury myself to the hilt and claim her completely.
’Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t—’
Her nails dug deeper into my arms, sharp enough that I felt the sting even through my haze of arousal. Her eyes were beginning to water when sothing in my chest cracked painfully.
A cold flush washed from top to bottom.
And a feeling I had forgotten in years returned in full force.
I was nervous.
More than I cared to admit.
My cock throbbed, demanding more, but I held still, sweat beading along my spine. When I had tested with my fingers, I’d felt no barrier. Her hyn wasn’t intact. Likely from the strenuous activities and training. But she had been an Oga...
And a virgin.
I had never taken one before.
’What should I do?’
So brothers had bragged about ramming through the pain. A quick rip. Over fast. Others warned against it. Go slow, let her body accept you.
But she would still feel pain regardless.
Her nails dug deep into my biceps, and the sharp crescents imdiately grounded . Her eyes glistened, lashes wet, and the sight tore at my chest worse than claws.
And this wasn’t even my full size.
That thought sent a fresh wave of concern through .
I hadn’t fully swelled yet or even reached the full extent of my arousal.
"I’m so sorry, Violet." I slightly leaned back, still hovering over her. "Do you want to stop? I’ll stop if you—"
Her hands slid from my arms to rest flat against my chest. She didn’t push. It felt like she was bracing herself. Her fingers trembled against my skin
She slowly shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as tears beaded at the corners.
Relief, renewed hunger, and anxiety crashed through in equal asure.
I closed my eyes and touched my forehead with hers.
"Relax, please. It’ll hurt less," I whispered.
She let out a short, frustrated laugh. "I’m trying..."
She only clenched tighter.
"Breath... just breath." I focused, infusing a bit of my energy into hers like I had done in the cave.
Her breathing steadied into sothing more controlled and I kissed her, pressing forward again.
She whimpered into my mouth, body tensing, but her hands stayed on my chest, not pushing away.
I could feel every flutter of her inner walls, every minute adjustnt her body made as it tried to accommodate . I clenched fought against the urge to thrust into her.
A slight push then another.
Her nails began to dig into my chest and I heard her breath hitch again, a small pained sound escaping despite her obvious efforts to stay quiet.
"It’s alright," I breathed against her neck, pressing kisses there between words. "It’ll be over soon."
I hated apologizing for sothing I couldn’t stop doing, but the words tumbled out anyway.
"Kael," she whispered as I sunk fully into her.
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