"More." she whispered hoarsely, pulling at his steady hand as she trembled uncontrollably. He was on top of her now, leaning over her, one hand by her shoulder steadying himself, the other still working between her slick thighs. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her jaw, tracing it and following the line of her throat with his tongue. His skin, where she gripped him at the wrist, and at his neck where her hand had slid as he moved over her, was cool to the touch, but his mouth was burning hot. He moved lower with his fiery tongue, etching a path to the valley of her breasts. He brushed one breast with his lips, his teeth scraping lightly against the inner curve, before sliding his tongue over the hard nipple. Her breath came in shaking gasps as he began to use her breast as he had her sex, sucking and pulling at it with his mouth and teeth, making her squirm and writhe even more fitfully.
He pulled his mouth away and dragged it over her throat and chin, hovering over her mouth. "What was that you said?"
She didn't have the faintest idea... had she said something. She gave him a questioning look in between whimpers.
"Something about, more?"
Yes more. Absolutely more.
"Yes." She agreed throatily, "yes, please."
His hand moved off from her landing by her head. She gave it a mournful look and ground her hips against a phantom hand, only to find it too had been replaced.
She felt that mixture of fear and excitement that was becoming very familiar and caught her breath in anticipation.
He pressed forward, sliding the very hard, very hot head of his penis along the wet folds, pressing ever so slightly into the center. She bit her lip and spread her thighs a little wider, opening up beneath him. Her hand slid between their bodies, finding the shaft and sliding it back and forth along her slit until the tip was pressed firmly against the opening. He pushed into her, and she felt the head slide past her fingers and work its way with a few short thrusts inside of her.
It's too big she thought as the stretched virgin flesh sent out waves of aching pain. It felt as though her sides would split and she'd be torn in half. She moaned and tilted her head, brushing her lips inadvertently against his, sending more erotic shivers through her. The shivers distracted her from the aching, and she made another pass at his lips, this time pressing her mouth against his, not caring that she didn`t know what she was doing only that it felt wonderful. He didn't move or respond except to part his lips slightly, which she took as an invitation and kissed him more fully, her mouth parting with his. She felt the tip of his tongue graze her lips and she reciprocated eagerly sliding her tongue fully into his mouth and rubbing it against his. He let out a growl and forced her tongue back, possessing her mouth and pressing down hard against hers. She let out a surprised and excited sound and sucked at his tongue without thinking as he made love to her mouth, thrusting into her in an unabashed display of his immediate intentions elsewhere. In her excitement she'd barely noticed him slowly edging inside her until he was nearly pressed against the deepest wall of her sex and had begun to withdraw. Her hand reached for the base of his cock to prevent his withdrawal, inexplicably enjoying the strange but exciting feeling of being so completely filled despite the terrible ache it caused. He intercepted her hand and pinned her arm above her head.
"Do you want more or not?" His voice was harsh sounding and low, and it rumbled through her again like it had that first time. She nodded.
"Do you?" She parroted.
He paused a moment and gave her a cockeyed grin. "Yes, please."
She let out a broken laugh as he began to re-enter her, stretching the tender flesh all over again. She winced against the ache, but lifted her hips to meet him nonetheless. That burning place had yet to be satisfied.
"Are you in pain?"
"A little." It was much more than a little. Her voice sounded raw and breathless.
"I don't suppose you're going to beg me to stop?"
She shook her head. He was pressing against the deep wall, this time harder, and the pressure made her cramp. One of his hands had begun toying with her breasts, creating more of those warm and blessed shivers of sensation.
"That's good" he said brushing his knuckles against the undersides of her breasts. "Because you're a sweet girl and I'd hate to rape you."
"You'd do that?" She asked, insensibly rocking her hips against his, and pressing her breast into his hand.
"I might. I'm not a nice person... perhaps I should enlighten you..." He pinched one of her nipples, a little hard, but she instantly wanted him to do it again.
"Perhaps... perhaps you might find a more... productive use for... your mouth." She looked at him with glazed eyes, and he gave her a heart stopping look in return.
"As you wish my lady." And with that his mouth was at hers devouring her mouth, her throat, and finally was at her breasts. She rewarded him with an approving squeeze at the back of his neck, and gripped his skull and horns as he ravaged her.
He pumped into her more aggressively now, and she ground against him, each shock sliding further from pain towards pleasure until he gripped her and forced himself completely inside of her with a sharp stab of pain. She cried out, clutching at him and wrapping her legs tightly around him, but he continued to thrust into her with greater need, moving more and more deeply, his tongue all over her body. Again the pain mingled with pleasure until it all blurred into a white heat. It was as if she felt everything and nothing. She had trouble discerning where one caress began and another violent thrust ended. She felt him moving above her, his huge muscles straining beneath her hands and at her mouth as she licked and nipped at his rough skin feeling an undeniable urge to feel and taste every part of him. She felt his moans as much as she heard them, vibrating through her body as he pressed against her, covering her and burying himself inside her. He was everywhere, and it felt as if there was nothing left of the world beyond their two straining bodies.
She was close to something, to that unreachable place, and she rocked her hips faster against him, grunting as their bodies slammed together. Her hips meet his thrusts coming closer and closer with each jarring shock. He laced his fingers through her loose hair and gripped her again, leveraging himself into her and sending a blinding heat through her making her hips jerk beneath him. His own cry tore from his throat as she shook beneath him, and she felt herself suddenly filled, if that were any more possible, and was overcome by a series of wrenching spasms that made her clutch at the skins under her and gasp for air. She twitched delirious as the throbbing inside of her sent hot waves of pleasure and relief through her trembling body.
The waves gradually slowed and she was, eventually, able to catch her breath. She looked up as her eyes came back into focus and watched him catch his own breath. Still inside her, he rolled over with a sigh, taking her with him pressing their sweat slicked bodies together with his free arm.
Her head rested on his arm, her cheek pressed against the hard ridge of his chest. She slid a hand along the groove, trailing it down to his stomach and pressed her hand against it, exploring the firm lines of the knotted muscles with her finger tips. His free arm released her to smooth over the length of her side, caressing her waist and hip. She turned her face to his find his eyes closed.
She smiled softly and ran her fingers over his cheek and thick jaw. His lips curved under her hand. He wasn't asleep yet she thought.
"What's your name?" He didn't open his eyes, but his hand still moved over her.
"Caliope" she answered softly.
"Like the muse."
"Yes."
"That's lovely."
Her smile widened, those words seemed incongruous on his lips.
"Thank you."
He cracked an eye at her. "You're welcome."
"And yours?"
"Thelios. But don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to keep."
"Also lovely."
He had a warm reverberating laugh that made her curl her body tighter against his.
"You really have no fear of me do you?" He asked, nuzzling the top of her head.
"As I told you before, I'm terrified."
"I have trouble believing that."
"You'll just have to take my word for it I suppose."
"Hmm."
Her eyes lids felt weighted and she found herself unable to remain conscious and drifted off quickly into a deep sleep.