“What are you doing?” she asks, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
“This is what we need,” I assure her, unfastening her bra and peeling it from her arms.
As I tug my own shirt over my head, I watch as her eyes run a path over my chest and abs. While she’s occupied staring at me, Ipeel her socks and shoes off, then hook my fingers into the waist of her panties and drag them down her legs and over her feet until she’s completely naked.
Unfastening my belt, I take off my boots and socks, then push down my pants and boxers together, revealing my hard penis to her emotion-filled eyes.
“Oh my god,” she mouths, her gaze fixed on my erection.
I’ve compared the size of my penis to others I’ve seen, and mine is above average, and I’m confident my doll will be satisfied by my thickness and length. Despite my previous sexual experiences, since I met Octavia, I’ve spent some time studying sexual guides to ensure I can adequately pleasure her.
I have the results of both my health screening and the fertility tests I had performed available for her to look at, because I wanted to make sure I was fit and able to breed my doll as soon as I claimed her. According to the doctor’s office, my sperm count and mobility are well above average, and I’m confident that once I start to track Octavia’s menstrual cycle and ovulation, I’ll be able to effectively calculate her most fertile periods to ensure I can impregnate her as quickly as possible.
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her up the bed and position her with her head on the pillows, her legs spread around my thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wary for the first time since she opened her apartment door to me.
“We need this,” I assure her, grabbing my penis, guiding it to her entrance, and pushing inside.
“Oh my god,” she squeaks as I enter her.
I don’t enjoy the sound she makes as I penetrate her fully, pushing my penis inside of her until our bodies are deeply connected. Cataloging her reaction, I vow to properly prepare her body with my fingers or tongue before I penetrate her in the future. But despite the momentary discomfort she’s endured,I’m confident she needed to consummate our vows to each other just as much as I did.
Now that our bodies are intimately connected, our chests pressed together, our hearts synced and beating in time with each other, I feel something settle inside of me. From the moment I recognized her as my mate, I’ve felt a driving urge to claim her in every way. But now that she’s beneath me, that plaguing itch has finally calmed.
“You’re mine. My perfect doll, my wife. All mine,” I tell her, before I press my lips to hers.
The tight, wet heat of her vagina clings to my penis, clenching harder when I slip my tongue between her lips to deepen our kiss. Slowly rolling my hips, I slide my penis halfway out, then push back in again. The sensation feels incredible, and I find myself inhaling sharply, shocked by how different this feels from the sexual encounters I’ve had in the past.
Her body’s natural lubricant is soaking my penis, and the wetter she gets, the easier it is to push in and out of her body. Reaching back, I drag her leg up, and she mimics the movement with her other leg, wrapping her thighs around my waist as we kiss.
Penetrating her in steady, measured thrusts, I swallow as she gasps and purrs quietly into my mouth, her back arching up off the bed and pushing her petite breasts into my chest. The intercourse I’ve had in the past was robotic and perfunctory. This is different. I want to discover every inch of her body. I want to touch her and see how her skin tastes.
Dragging my lips from hers, I cup one breast in my palm, then lower my head and pull her nipple into my mouth, suckling at the tip and exploring the shape with my tongue. For the first time since I entered her, she makes a loud keening sound, and when I glance up, her neck is arched, her eyes closed, her mouthopen. She likes this. She’s making that sound because what I’m doing is giving her pleasure.
Wanting to hear her make the noise again, I release her nipple and instead cup her other breast, sucking the tip between my lips. Silently, I map the peak with my tongue, listening to the minute changes in her breathing when I increase the pressure until she moans.
My past sexual partners have loudly declared their enjoyment, but I found that I disliked any noise during intercourse other than the bodily sounds that are created by the mechanics of penetration.
Everything is completely different with my doll. As the sounds of her pleasure fill the room, instead of being annoyed, I find myself penetrating her faster and with more force, desperate to hear what other noises I can cause her to make.
Reaching back, I lift her legs higher on my back, and her pants and moans turn to rasps and whines that I catalog, memorizing exactly what I did to make each sound.
“Oh god. Oh my god,” she squeaks as I penetrate her deeper, forcing my penis into her vagina over and over again as her body gets tighter and tighter around me. Suddenly, she starts to keen, the sound low and frantic as her eyes widen, her muscles tense, and her vagina starts to flutter and pulse, vibrating as I penetrate her one final time before I ejaculate deep inside of her body.
It feels like I release a significantly larger amount of my sperm into her vagina than I ever have before, but I have no quantifiable way of knowing that, because for the very first time, I didn’t use a condom.
Another thing on the list of sexual acts I was looking forward to doing with Octavia was penetrating her without the barrier of a prophylactic, something I’ve never experienced before. Now that I understand how it feels for my penis to penetrate hervagina without a barrier, I will never willingly agree to use one ever again.
Octavia is my wife and will be the mother of my children, and while I understand the need for the use of condoms in casual interactions, a marriage is different. As I intend to breed her with our first child as quickly as possible, birth control isn’t something we’ll require. Then, once we’ve finished having babies, I’ll have a vasectomy so we never have to use them to protect against an unplanned pregnancy.
I know that social convention dictates that I should withdraw my penis from inside of her now that we’ve both reached completion, but I don’t want to. I’m enjoying the warmth and wetness of being sheathed inside her body, so instead I cup her breast and take her right nipple into my mouth again, wondering if sucking on it without the friction of active penetration will result in the same sounds she made before.
Suckling at her, I mimic my previous movements, then carefully scrape my teeth over the peak. A low, rough moan vibrates from her, and I smile, happy to have confirmed my hypothesis. Continuing my ministration for a minute longer, I release her nipple then swap to her other breast, repeating first the sucking and laving, then finally using my teeth until she starts to writhe beneath me, her vagina tightening, then releasing around my penis inside of her.
“Oh fuck. Jesus,” she pants, moving herself up and down my penis as much as she can while beneath me.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, oh my god,” she whines, pushing her breast higher off the bed and into my mouth.
