It is warm, so warm. Viscous. It tingles and heats my insides. My hips start to rock.
Tristan shrugs his robes off of his shoulders and they tumble all the way down. Revealing all of his magnificent body. My gaze fixes on his gorgeous cock. His fingers dance lightly over it, smearing oil. Now his cock is glistening in the soft lamplight of my bedroom.
He leans over me, and my sluggish mind finally sparks to life. Alarm trembles through me as realisation dawns.
“You’re going to try to put that thing inside me?” I gasp, even though more than half my brain cells are dancing with giddy glee at the prospect.
“Yes,” Tristan says with a teasing smile.
“Without asking me?” I splutter.
Tristan tilts his head. “I already know you want it. Why would I ask?”
I stare at him. This arrogant, cocksure prick. He is such a fey. Unbelievable. I can’t believe that I was starting to hate him a little less.
“It is not going to fit!” I snap.
Despite how much a filthy part of me might want it to, I really don’t think it is going to work. It is simple anatomy. Logistics and stuff.
He smiles, big and gleaming. Flashing his white and slightly pointed teeth. “It is going to fit.”
I growl at him in frustration. “Have you seen the size of it?”
His head tilts up proudly. “Yes.”
My eyes roll. There is no helping him. “Have you seen the size of me?”
Ruby red eyes rake over my naked body. “Yes,” he says hoarsely.
Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and I shudder. It is nice to have that effect on someone, but really, this man is impossible. How does anyone put up with him?
“It. Is. Not. Going. To. Fit,” I say loudly and clearly.
“Nonsense!” Tristan declares regally. “I opened you well with my tongue. The oil dilates and softens you.And I researched, and the human anus can stretch to eight inches wide. Big enough for two racoons.”
What the actual fuck? Oh my stars. Did he really just say that? I cough, wheeze, and splutter for a few moments before catching my breath.
“One, that’s a hell of a way to kill a mood. Two, please don’t ever go on the internet again.”
Far from being perturbed by my admonishment, the bastard smiles at me. An evil smile. Wicked. Debauched. It is making my heart flutter and my eyes narrow suspiciously.
His head lowers. Towards me. Towards my face. Oh no, not again!
“No kissi…Mpnh!”
Despite where he has just been, his lips taste of honey and electricity. The current from them zings through me. It wipes out thoughts and all rational thinking. My muscles go limp. My body sags. Helpless little moans spill out of me.
Something blunt and hot presses against my entrance. I gasp into the kiss. Then I’m breaking away from his hungry mouth and crying out.
My body is opening and stretching. It is spreading wide. It is being slowly, wonderfully filled. Stuffed. Impaled. My guts are being rearranged to make room for his cock.
It feels wonderful. Everything I never knew I needed. I am complete. Whole. Tristan is inside me. He is part of me. We are one.
I’m whimpering, but it doesn’t hurt. It is the most intense experience of my life. But there is no pain. Only bliss. Sheer and utter bliss.
Part of me knows that this isn’t the first time I’ve had a cock inside me. But I refuse to think about that. I never think about it and I never will. As far as I am concerned, Tristan is my first. The only one who counts.
Tristan slides in and in. Going even deeper and deeper. The pleasure and pressure and satisfaction intensifies. I have never felt so good. He pauses. Our groins are flush. I have all of him. He has given me everything. All of himself.
