“Valen…oh Goddess…yes…there…please!”
My curvy little Princess is babbling—pleading—her words dissolving into incoherent cries. I can feel her orgasm coiling—tightening like a spring. I drive the forked tongue deeper, twisting it, and simultaneously press against her clit.
She comes apart with a moan that shakes the leaves above us. Her pussy convulses around the invading length, drenching my face.
I drink her down, lapping up every shuddering spasm, guiding her through the pleasure until she collapses, boneless and moaning, onto the moss.
Slowly, I let the Drake recede, my tongue returning to normal. I kiss my way up her quivering stomach, her sternum, between her breasts, tasting her sweat and her sweetness. I pause to suck her tight nipples and then, finally, I reach her lips. I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my mouth.
Her eyes are glazed, unfocused with pleasure. She looks ready for my cock now.
Fucking perfect.
“My good girl,” I whisper, my own need a throbbing, painful ache between my thighs. “Now you’re ready for me.”
“Yes…” she whispers, looking up at me. I see the moon reflected in her eyes—gods she’s so fucking beautiful, my curvy little Princess. And I’m going to make her mine forever…but I’m going to take things slowly. She was a virgin not that long ago and she’s only had me in her once.
I settle between her thighs, bracing myself on my forearms so I don’t crush her with my weight.
She’s wet from my tasting her—dripping with honey for me. I can feel the heat of her…smell the rich, ripe scent of her arousal. It makes my cock throb—makes my Drake rumble in pleasure. Mine, he growls. She is ours.
Yes, she is—she will be,” I promise him.
I slide one hand between us and stroke along her slick folds, feeling the tremble of her thighs. She gasps and arches up when I find her clit, rubbing soft circles over her sensitive flesh as her breath catches in her throat.
“Valen,” she whispers. “Please…”
I duck down and kiss her again.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “I’m going to take care of you. baby. Make you feel so fucking good, you’ll never forget.”
She moans as I shift my hips and guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I push in slowly, carefully, watching her face…feeling every inch as her body stretches to take me. She’s tight—so tight—and the heat of her wraps around me like molten silk.
I groan as I sink deeper, biting back curses. Fuck, she feels good! Better than anything. Better than magic…better than flying…better than fire.
She’s shaking beneath me, eyes wide and lips parted.
“You’re so big,” she breathes. “Goddess, Valen, I forgot how…how big you are.”
“I’ll go slow,” I manage. “You can take it, baby. Just open up for me—you were made for this—made for me.”
She nods quickly, her nails digging into my back. Her inner walls tremble and pulse around me, gripping my shaft tighter, and I have to let out my fangs and bite my own lip to keep from losing it.
Finally, I bottom out, buried to the hilt in her perfect little cunt. We stay like that for a moment, joined and breathless, our hearts pounding in sync as I look down at her.
“All right, sweetheart?” I ask her, my voice coming out harsh with need. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
She shakes her head.
“No, it feels good to be so full. Go on, Valen…take me. Fuck me.”
That dirty word in her sweet mouth fucking undoes me. I can’t hold back anymore—I start to thrust.
Long, slow thrusts at first. Gentle…deliberate…just letting her adjust to my size.
I lean down to kiss her cheek…her neck…the soft curve of her breast. I whisper how perfect she is… how proud I am…how much she means to me.
Irena melts under me, moaning my name like it’s a fucking prayer.
