Ciri
There is a thrill of excitement that jolts through her system as he rises on top of her, as his legs find purchase around her scarred barrel and squeezes. He is not as heavy as she had expected him to be. There is only a brief second of anticipation as he finds his hold and then suddenly pulls her into him and she cries out with pain. She is virgin territory and it feels like she’s being stabbed within as he plunges into her. Gritting her teeth, tears wetting her eyes but not falling across her smokey cheeks.
Despite this first uncomfortable introduction to sex, he is a gentle lover. His muzzle runs soothingly across her withers, pulling at the tendrils of her hair at the base of her neck. Her muscles begin to unclench as she slowly begins to relax. The pain does not last long as she had been built up in her need for him. She sighs softly as she begins to release herself to him, as he grips her tightly and takes her as his own.
It ends too soon for her. He dismounts, sated, but she is still on fire for him. Still needing his touch and aching for the feeling of what it was like with him inside her. Her coat is damp with the mingling of their combined sweat, the humidity pressing in on them from their private den. Heated scales press into her warm flesh as his kisses trail the length of her body and she rubs against him like a cat, still purring for more affection. Her heart is thundering in her chest, her passion still alighted, still craving him even as she throbs with soreness.
”You’re perfect, akmar.” Her lips find his, restless with her desire. ”I would have you again my King.” She murmurs huskily, the stars in her silver swirls shining brightly up at him as she slinks into his chest. Only pulling away slightly, suddenly demure. Wondering if he would be put off by her boldness.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Amet]