“That was... I've never...” She couldn't form complete sentences yet.
“We're just beginning.”
I stretched out beside her, running my hand down her body. Every place I touched, she shivered. Even the lightest brush of my fingers made her gasp.
When she reached for my cock, I caught her wrist. “Not yet.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You will. But if you touch me now, this will be over too fast.” I was already on the edge just from tasting her, from watching her come apart.
“Then I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
She answered by swinging her leg over me, straddling my hips. The wet heat of her pressed against my cock, and I had to grab her hips to keep her from taking me inside immediately.
“Like before,” I said. “But this time it matters more.”
She nodded, rising up on her knees, positioning herself. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, and we both groaned. She was so wet, so ready, but still tight. Human tight around Vinduthi thickness.
She sank down an inch, and even knowing what to expect, even having felt those ridges before, her eyes still went wide. “Just like before,” she gasped. “Can't get used to...”
Another inch. Her head fell back, mouth open. Another ridge. Her internal muscles clenched, adjusting, accommodating. I watched her face, looking for any sign of pain, but there was only pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure.
Halfway down, she had to stop. “So full. You're so... I can't...”
“You can. Take your time.” My hands on her hips supported some of her weight, let her control the pace. “You're doing so well. So perfect. Taking me so well.”
She sank another inch. Another. The ridges were hitting places inside her that had been touched before but felt new in this moment.
Finally, finally, she took all of me. Sitting fully on my lap with my cock buried to the hilt. We stayed like that for a moment, both panting, adjusting to the sensation. I could feel her pulse from the inside. Could feel every flutter and clench of her internal muscles.
“Move,” I said roughly. “Please.”
She started slow, rising up just an inch, then sinking back down. Testing. Remembering how the ridges felt in reverse. Then higher, sliding up until just the tip remained inside, then taking me deep again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...” She found a rhythm, riding me with focused intensity. “I can feel... every ridge... it's...”
Her second orgasm hit without warning. She clenched around me so hard I saw stars, her whole body going rigid. Iheld her through it, hands on her hips keeping her stable as she shook.
SABINE
The power was intoxicating.
This massive warrior, this dangerous Vinduthi who could snap me in half without effort, was completely at my mercy. I could see it in his red eyes. The struggle for control, the desperate need to let go, the trust it took to let me set the pace.
I rode him slowly, using what I'd learned in that private room. His tells. The way his jaw clenched when I clenched around him. The way his hands tightened on my hips when I rose up high. The way his fangs extended when I rolled my hips just right.
Every ridge of his cock dragged against those same spots from before, but this time it meant something different. Permanent. Each downstroke felt like being split open in the best way. Each upstroke made me want to slam back down immediately.
“You're going to kill me,” he groaned when I added a twist to the motion. “Sabine, fuck...”
I leaned forward, changing the angle, and suddenly those ridges were dragging against my g-spot with every movement. “Oh god, oh...”
My third orgasm was building already, impossible but undeniable. My thighs burned from the effort of riding him, but I couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. I was drunk on the power of having him under me, inside me, his control fraying with every roll of my hips.
“I need...” He sat up suddenly, arms around me, mouth finding my breast. His tongue on my nipple sent electricity straight to my clit. The position drove him even deeper, and I sobbed his name as another orgasm crashed over me.
