“It helps your body accommodate me. It’ll make you wider so you can take me comfortably, and it’ll take away the pain.”
“So, it’s not just a lubricant?”
“No. The oil was popularized by the Marriage Temples, because it often happens that a human bride will be paired with someone who is much larger than her.”
I raise an eyebrow. Well, this is convenient. It makes sense, of course. Oh, how I wish I’d sent a sample of my blood to a Marriage Temple instead of marrying Bran like a fool. I’m sure Korr sent his, but mine wasn’t in their records to signal a match.
“How do we use it?”
He takes the bottle from me, tips it, and coats his fingers in the shimmering oil.
“If you let me…” His oiled hand moves toward my pelvis.
I look down, raise my hips, and let him touch me. His finger runs over my folds, parting them, spreading the oil along my slit. His thumb finds my clit and presses, rubbing in small circles.
I throw my head back and moan, rocking against his hand.
“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Bran never took his time to prepare me. I can’t believe Korr is barely touching me and I’m already on the edge. It’s so obvious I’ve never been touched like this before. My body is sensitive andresponsive. Korr can touch me anywhere he likes; at this point, I wouldn’t say no to any of his wishes.
He keeps rubbing my clit with his oiled thumb while he slips a thick finger inside my pussy. I clench around him, and he pumps slowly, curling his finger, sliding it in and out. That’s all it takes. I come hard. My walls clamp down on his finger, and I spill over his hand, my wetness coating him, soaking his fingers and pooling in his palm. My whole body shakes and I cry out, loud enough that I’d be embarrassed if I could think straight.
“Like that,” he says, low and rough. “My beautiful bride.”
When I open my eyes and look at his face, I’m breathing hard and my forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat. I lick my upper lip and taste the saltiness gathered above it. Korr is watching me as if I’m the only thing that matters in the world. The reverence I see in his eyes is not fake. He doesn’t have a hidden agenda.
I take the bottle from him and drip oil onto his cock. The liquid runs down the length in shimmering rivulets. I set the bottle on the nightstand and wrap both hands around him. I can barely cover half the shaft. His cock is thick, made of the same living stone as the rest of him, and impossibly hard, but the skin is smooth under my palms. I can feel his pulse through the vein that runs along the underside. I stroke him with both hands, twisting my wrist when I reach the head, sliding down to the base and back up. His cock twitches and throbs in my grip, and a bead of creamy white liquid wells up from the tip and spills over my thumb.
He grunts beneath me, his hips shifting up, his stomach clenching. I keep stroking, spreading the oil and his fluid along the full length until he’s slick and glistening.
I position myself over him, lift my hips, and fit the wide head of his cock at my entrance. The stretch is out of this world as I lower myself onto him. I can’t explain it. It shouldn’t be possible, but my body opens around him. The pressure is enormous, butthere’s no real pain. The oil blocks it and replaces it with a warm, tingling fullness that builds with every inch I manage to take.
I sink lower, taking more of him, breathing through it. In and out as I roll my hips and press down. I’m stretched to the limit, full to the brim, but there’s still more of him, so I don’t stop just yet. When I look down, I can see the shape of his cock pressing through my lower belly. I touch it with my fingertips, and we both moan. A shudder runs through me, making my spine arch. The sensation is so alien and intense that my hips snap down, and he’s buried in me to the hilt. We stay like that for a while, my hand running over the shape of his cock through my belly, and it feels like we could both come just from this.
“Korr… I don’t know what’s happening,” I pant. “How this is possible…”
“I… I’ve never…”
I look down at him and realize he’s just as shocked as I am. His eyes are wide as they move from my face to where we are joined, then back to my face.
“I’ve never done this with a… with someone like you…”
I bite the inside of my cheek. He’s never had sex with a human woman before. I don’t ask about his past relationships with other female golems, because I frankly don’t care. But it feels good to know I’m his first human lover.
I start moving, rising on my knees until only the head is inside, and dropping back down, taking his full length, my ass meeting his thighs with a wet sound. I set a pace and build it, bouncing on top of him. I’m pretty sure the oil is also doing something to my stamina, because I shouldn’t be able to move like this without feeling any strain in my muscles.
“You’re so good…” he says.
I roll my hips and grind down on him. His hands cup my breasts, kneading, rolling my nipples between his thick fingers.
“Look at how good you take me…”
I whimper, bracing my hands on his chest, my nails dragging across his skin, leaving scratches on the stone. I ride him harder, faster, my pussy gripping him with every thrust, fluttering in anticipation of a second orgasm. The pressure builds in my core, spreading outward through my thighs and my lower back.
“You’re so tight…”
Every word pushes me closer to the edge. He looks at me, at the diamond earrings swinging from my earlobes and the bracelet glinting on my wrist.
