Garnets or Bust (Saurellian Federation 0.5)

Daaron nuzzled her neck, giving her a kiss here and a little nip there, while he worked one hand under her belly and between her legs. She lay helpless as his fingers wound down from her navel to the hair of her mound, burrowing their way to her clit. Then he slid one down into the fold between her mound and clit, rubbing sensuously back and forth as she stiffened.

“Don’t fight it,” he said slowly. “This can be good for both of us. You’ve waited a long time, so let yourself enjoy it. Your rules always got between us, Tessa, but you wanted me too.”

She wanted to ignore him, to keep fighting if only to prove him wrong, but she couldn’t. That treacherous finger worked back and forth, each slow rub heightening an ache that made her want to squirm and twist beneath him. In that moment Tessa felt thankful for his heavy bulk holding her down, because it kept her from having to acknowledge her response. She was free to play the helpless victim, free to allow her body to betray her and reap all the rewards of that betrayal.

Back and forth, back and forth he tortured her, rubbing slowly and steadily. His hips started to move over her too, providing an alternative friction against her labia. The scraping feel of his c**k between her legs grew smoother and she knew her fluids were trickling out to ease his way. Virgin she might be, but Tessa was far from ignorant. She’d explored her own body many times and knew what would happen if he didn’t stop.

Just the thought of that white-hot energy running through them, the release it would bring, forced her to bite back a moan of desire. The ebb and flow of slow need and bliss drifting through her body took Tessa’s muscle tone with it. Captive, she lay quietly, allowing her desire to grow until her entire being ached with burning hunger.

He must have sensed her tension, because Daaron increased the tempo, rubbing her harder and pushing a second finger in with the first, ringing her clit and stimulating it from both sides. She sighed heavily, her breath starting to come more quickly. If she could have moved her hips, she would have pressed against him, silently begging him for more.

Daaron laughed.

“I know how hot you are for me,” he said, voice rich with need and desire. “You’re so slick and wet I can hardly stand it. In a moment I’m going to lift up your hips and push my c**k in so hard you’ll feel it on the back of your throat. Are you ready for me, Tess?”

She nodded her head, eyes closed, entire being focused on the delicious sensations he’d created. She felt him lift one arm to brace against the bed next to her head, and then his hips rose, pulling his c**k out from between her thighs with a long, slow movement that drew a groan of need from her throat.

The hand buried in her clit pulled back too, cupping her mound, and he raised her hips off the bed. After a moment she was high enough that her knees could find purchase. He pushed them apart just a bit with his hand, although it wasn’t very far—the pants around her ankles kept them from spreading. It didn’t stop him though.

Within seconds she felt the wide, swollen head of his penis pushing through her labia. She froze—he was so big and she’d never had anything up there before. Tessa knew it was supposed to hurt though. Her mother had warned her as much. How much would it hurt with a c**k as big as Daaron’s?

Dear Goddess, he might tear her apart.

“Relax,” hewhispered, his breath warm in her ear.

She tried to raise her upper body with her hands, but he kept her down low, allowing only her hips to meet him. She understood why too. There was no way she’d be able to resist him in such a ridiculous position, no question of fighting back at all. Daaron held her completely at his mercy.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his wide c**k head took her. Tessa felt every inch of him pushing against her sensitive membranes, felt the way he widened her and pressed inexorably within. Fortunately her opening was well slicked with her own fluids, and he continued to work her clit with both fingers. Long moments passed. The tight pull of tension centered between her legs rose so high she felt like she might come on the spot. Each time his fingers grazed her she wanted to die, desperate to pull away from him and end the near-painful stimulation, and terrified that he would stop all at the same time.

It just wasn’t fair.

Now he spread her farther open, spearing her until she wanted to shout in frustration. Why was he moving soslow? Then he hit the barrier of her virginity, pushing against it until pain threatened to overwhelm the pleasure.

“Hold tight,” he said. His hand left her clit, reaching around her waist to brace her body, and he thrust into her hard and fast.

The bed muffled her shriek.

Daaron stilled as she screamed, primitive satisfaction washing through him. Now he understood why men of theWarrenskept their women chaste—to experience this, the total ownership of a woman’s body.

Tessa belonged to him, and no other. Despite hisneed to take her and ease his own tension, he waited, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of his prick splitting her moist heat. It was strange—she felt spread open, impaled,helpless before him. He had all the power, she couldn’t move at all, yet when she flexed her interior muscles, unconsciously trying to push him out, he gave an agonized groan and jerked. Her slightest squeeze was enough to challenge his defenses.

Long moments passed, and then his fingers drifted back to her clit. Tessa shivered as he grazed her sensitive flesh. She knew his finger had to be slick with her moisture, but his c**k stretched her in new ways, and everything felt different now. She wondered if it was possible for her to feel every ridge of his fingerprint, if each tiny bump could really stimulate her like this. She clenched one more time and he moaned, leaning down against her back.

“Tessa, please,” he whispered, and she wondered what he meant. Then he moved and she forgot everything else. His c**k pulled out of her slow and steady. Just moments earlier she’d thought him too big, but as he pulled away she felt an emptiness she’d never imagined. She pushed her hips back at him, wanting him inside again. He held his hips steady, but his finger spasmed against her and his breath caught. She wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by their union.

“Tess, I never imagined it could be this good,” he said, kissing her neck. She gave a mewling cry, needing him to stop talking and startmoving. Her body cried out for fulfillment and he could give it to her, no question about that. He pushed back into her, still going too damn slow . She wiggled her ass a little, encouraging him, and he lost control, lunging into her harder than she could have imagined.