“Mount me, female.” This time his voice came out pained. His hands, rough on her skin, moved down to hold her just upon him. He seated her on his bulge, pressing into her but going no further. She squirmed from the burn and felt more wetness leak out of her in response.
His fingers moved to press and rub up and down her sex, slipping through her essence to widen and expose her sex even more.
“Don’t...” he growled in the misty morning daylight, “make me ask again.”
She was afraid to try and a whimper escaped her lips. Vedikus was giant compared to the men of her past. His gaze darkened upon her and a need to please him suddenly consumed her. She moved upon him slowly at first, then jerkily and the pleasure grew. He gripped her bruisingly and she thought he would impale her but as her movements slowed he loosened his hold slightly.
She moaned and clutched his bestial length, and forced herself on him. A soft cry escaped her lips that grew into breathy shrieks, her body stretching slowly, painstakingly over his hard flesh. She couldn’t see what was happening, and he kept her from doing so, but she couldfeeleverything.
This was different from feeling him inside her, imagining it from the beginning. She always knew there would be pain, pain from the intrusion, the invasion, the domination, but the delicious lick and burn she felt as she worked herself over him was something more. To be stared at so intensely, that she could not deny what he was, captivated her.
If he wants fear from me, it won’t be from this.
Aldora slipped down his shaft with a mewling wail, squeezing her eyes shut as his hands pinched her flesh. Her body shook, but he held her upright and in the air as her hips quirked to gain more ground.
“I don’t think I can,” she cried out, twitching on his length, still only half-seated on it, her body opened as far as she could get it without his help. Her legs gripping his hips.
“You have no choice,” he grunted, squeezing her again, but hefting her off his length and pressing her shaking form hard against his chest. “Now you know what you should prepare for,” he growled. She wrapped her arms around him and held on, flinching from the sudden loss of him inside her and confused why he had allowed her to stop. Time passed as she caught her breath and the strain of her muscles eased. His shaft continued to twitch and seek her heat against her inner thigh. She waited for him to position her again, but as time continued to pass, she knew they were done.
But for how long?Her core clenched, seeking his intrusion, his burn, but it was gone. And only the ache of her brutal stretching remained.
Sweat formed on her brow, over her palms, making her skin slippery as she exhaled and lowered her legs to stand. His loincloth fell back into place.
Vedikus released her, and the mood shifted between them. Aldora peeled her hands off his flesh and brushed her fingers through her tangled hair, refusing to meet his eyes. Minutes before she was staring him down but now she couldn’t muster the courage to look at him. In her periphery, steam continued to trail from his mouth and nose. Her body wouldn’t stop shivering as she turned away and dressed.
His voice stopped her as she lifted her undergarment. “We will try again soon, female, do not bother layering yourself up.”
Aldora gripped her pants.
I belong to him.
Chapter Twelve
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Vedikus scanned hissurroundings, searching the plains for a sign of Prayer. They had been walking for hours with nothing but shallow bog and high grasses to greet them in every direction.
