She sees it. Her lips part around a soft, involuntary moan.
I crawl over her, placing a hand beside her head, lowering my weight carefully so I don’t crush her. Her tiny fingers splay over my chest, tracing bone and muscle.
“Vokar…” she whispers. “I want you inside me.”
I press the blunt head of my cock against her pussy. She’s so small. So impossibly tight.
“You tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she whispers.
“You don’t know that.”
She cups my face. “I trust you.”
The breath leaves me.
Slowly—slowly—I push inside. The first inch makes her gasp, eyes widening. I pause.
“Too much?”
“N-no—keep going?—”
Another inch. Another. Her pussy stretches around me, struggling, yielding, pulling me deeper with heat that borders on pain.
Her fingers clutch my shoulders. Her breath stutters.
“Freya,” I rasp, voice breaking. “You’re—gods—you’re so tight?—”
I push deeper until I bottom out, my hips kissing hers. She cries out, nails raking my back. I hold still, trembling with restraint.
“Breathe,” I whisper. “Let your body take me.”
She inhales sharply—then lifts her hips.
“Move,” she begs. “Please—fuck me.”
I growl low and start to thrust.
Slow at first—deep strokes that push me against every fragile inch of her. Her pussy tightens around me with every movement, drawing me deeper, holding me like she never wants to let go.
Her breath breaks into moans. Her nails bite my skin. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back.
“Harder,” she pleads.
I snap.
I brace my hands on either side of her head and drive into her—hard, deep, relentless. The bed slams against the wall with every thrust. Freya cries out, meeting me stroke for stroke, her tiny hands fisting the sheets.
“Vokar—gods—yes?—”
Her pussy squeezes tighter, milking me, pulling me toward the edge. I lean down and bite her shoulder—not enough to break skin. Enough to mark.
“Mine,” I growl into her neck. “Mine.”
“Yes,” she sobs. “Yours—yours?—”
Her orgasm hits violently—her whole body convulsing beneath me, pussy clamping so hard around my cock that I roar her name. The sensation tears through me, white-hot, unstoppable.
