Candy-Coated Heart of Darkness! [Aeyt!] [M]

[Rhindeer]

Ryk's hand slid between her closed legs, and Einin's breath hitched when his fingers pressed against her. She shuddered at his words, which wreaked havoc on her imagination and got her desire flowing, her eyes fluttering shut as his hands moved over her again, kneading at her thighs, pressing at her belly, and it wasn't long before her breath was coming in soft pants. He had coaxed her legs open, but she slowly spread them a little more, forgetting some of her shyness as she drank in his touch.

And as he spoke to her, his words emboldened her--and sent her heart racing. Little bird. She decided, right in that moment, that she liked that nickname. Once a taunt, it was now affectionate, intimate, and as he touched her, she could believe him. She knew she wasn't ugly, but she also knew all her imperfections, and to be like this with another person, with Ryk, scarcely a thing between them and her body bared completely to him--it was dizzying, and thrilling, and scary, and new. But she cracked her eyes open and saw how he was looking at her, and she managed a little smile.

"I like it when you call me that," she said, voice quiet, and she shivered as his mouth found her breasts again. "A-and when you...when you do that..."

A breathy moan left her and she arched against him--and almost forgot what she was doing to him until his mouth covered hers, and his hands adjusted her grip. It brought he back to the task as he showed her how to move, and when he let go she continued, even as her mouth worked feverishly against his. She moaned against his mouth, body on fire as he rekindled that intense desire, and her hips rocked encouragingly against his hand as she spread her legs wider and nodded against him, letting him know she wanted it. She broke the kiss, but only briefly, because a second later and her lips were on his throat, teeth grazing his skin before she sucked lightly, remembering how she'd liked it when he'd done it to her before she leaned up and nipped at his jaw, a little harder than she'd meant, but his fingers were distracting, and her passion was building.

"Gods, Rufus--oh." She froze a moment, breath hot against his neck, and let out an airy laugh. "...Ah, Ryk...sorry!" She kissed him again, cutting off her moan, and sucked on his bottom lip. A thought struck her as her hand moved over him, something he said earlier clinging to her mind, but she had to work up the courage to bring it up, first.

[Aeytrious]

        Using quick, practiced motions Ryk pushed down his pants, his smallclothes going with them. He kicked off his boots as his clothes reached his ankles. Now he wore less than Einin in her long stockings, he was completely nude. He took her hands in his and lifted them around his neck, then he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. Her knees bent, straddling his legs, he pulled her forward until her sex pressed against his. Sitting together, chest to chest, hearts beating in time, he pushed against her ass, making her grind against him. He didn't have to be inside her to feel the slick moisture of her desire, and it made it easy to slide her along his shaft. Her breathing felt faster even than his own as he worked her gently against him in a steady rhythm. He wanted to slide into her to take her last bit of innocence, but he had promised, and it was important that all his promises to her be kept.
        After a few minutes of gentle movement he stood and lifted her, wrapping her legs around him. He carefully knelt, and laid her on the ground. He pressed his body down against her, kissing her gently. He took her hands in his, lacing his fingers through hers, and lifted them above her head gliding them through the plush Essyrni rug they were laying on. His cock rubbed against her clit, the the mingling moisture of both their bodies lubricating the ambulation. His movements were not too fast or hard, he wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. He'd likely have her in this position again after dinner tomorrow evening, but he had her now, and he wanted to drag it out. He sucked at her neck, long, pulling pressure that would leave bright red hickeys that she'd have to cover with her illusions. It was lucky she could do that, because next he bit her. He was slowly building the intensity, so the pain would be gentle, mingling with the pleasure the rest of her body felt. That didn't mean his teeth wouldn't leave marks.
        "I'm going to use my mouth to pleasure you again," he whispered to Einin, his hot breath on her neck, "would you like to try using yours on me? At the same time?"

[Rhindeer]

Soon, Ryk stood bare, and Einin's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of him--and for a moment she forgot to breathe. He was gorgeous, and she still couldn't fathom why he had picked her--but now, today, she knew why he had gotten his reputation, and knew that everything that was said of his bedroom skills were true. Hours ago, and she would have never imagined she'd be here right now, naked with him, touching him and being touched, and when she could breathe again it came out shaky with need. Hours ago, and if he'd suggested it, she would have smacked him.

But now here they were, and he was completely naked, and so was she, and wait, hadn't he said he'd keep his pants on? Though she had been the one to undo his trousers, hadn't she? But before her mind could go much further, he pulled her into his lap, and she gasped sharply when she was made to straddle him--and when she felt something press against her sex, only with no cloth between them. Oh gods! Was he...was he going to...? She gripped him tightly about the neck and with a soft whimper she buried her face in his shoulder as he made her move, breathing in his scent. She felt the smooth slickness of his cock gliding between the lips of her sex and she nipped his ear, her breath coming out in hot, quick puffs against his skin. Her legs trembled as her hips rocked against him, her heart pounding, and she could feel his own pulse when she pressed her lips to his neck. She should stop this. There was nothing stopping him from taking her and yet, he didn't--and yet, some forbidden part of her wished he would, soft, pleading sounds leaving her whenever she felt him press against her entrance, but not enter. This was maddening, and her nails dug into his bare shoulders, leaving behind half moon indents.

And it only got worse.

For soon she found herself on her back against a plush rug, and Ryk was atop her, her hands held above her head, and he was moving against her, over her, still teasing, and her squirming grew more desperate, more needy, legs spread and toes curling into the fibers of the rug. Her hips bucked up against him as his cock slid over her clit, her eyes clenched shut in pleasure and her lips parted, chest heaving as she arched up into him. Oh gods, she wanted him, but she felt helpless beneath him, pinned as she was, only capable of writhing restlessly and gulping in air between her cries. It was so wrong, but gods, he had touched her in every way but one, and as he rocked against her in imitation of the act, playing her body like a well-loved instrument, she tried to press against him harder, tried to tell him with her body what she wanted.

That she wanted him.

Because she was fast tumbling past the point of caring and her cries grew more desperate as,  fingers threaded together, squeezed his hands like she was holding on for dear life--and it certainly felt like it. She threw her head back as he sucked and bit at her neck, arms tugging against his, muscles tensing and relaxing--not in any real effort at escape, but because it was hard to hold still, pain and pleasure mixing into one confusing, thrilling cocktail.

"Ryk...Ryk, I..."

But before she could say the words, he was speaking, and she cracked her eyes open at his question, chills racing down her spine as she watched him as he moved. Gods, at this point, she was willing to try anything he suggested--and she had been curious to try that, anyway. But at the same time? She licked her lips, then leaned up and captured his mouth with hers, teeth grazing his lips and tongue slipping inside, demanding, wanting him.

"Y-yes," she breathed, still moving her hips against him, because a familiar sensation was building and her breath was coming faster. "Please, just...hurry!"

[Aeytrious]

        Hurry? Ryk could do that. Einin wasn't tiny, but she was sleight, and with his strength he could toss her around like a rag doll. He gripped her tightly and rolled to his back pulling her on top of him. The motion almost had him sliding into her, so slick were they from the motions of their almost sex.
        "Turn," was the only word he spoke as he helped her lift off of him, helping her turn quickly. Her back and her ass, her amazing ass, were now facing toward him. He grabbed her legs and pulled her, sliding her toward his face. The motion was so fast and sudden, she tipped forward, but he knew she'd catch herself. He pulled her by her legs more, then lifted her ass up so she was supporting herself on her knees. He slipped his arms under her and continued moving her until her knees were above his shoulders. Her wet, pink pussy pulsed with heat and desire and he brought his mouth to it. He wrapped his arms around her, hands gripping her ass, spreading it and kneading it as his mouth went to work. Her previous climax and the drawn out motions he'd put her through had left her extremely wet, and he drank in the taste of her greedily. He could feel the muscles in her tight, virgin sex, flexing, contracting, fluttering with spasms as he worked at her. He was sure to tickle at her clit enough to keep her right at the edge, but never enough to push her over. Not yet. He wanted her to desire it so badly that she would press her mound down against his face, trap him so that he must satisfy her to be free. Then he'd give her that release, but not before.

[Rhindeer]

Finding herself on top of Ryk and helped to turn around, Einin flushed but quickly did so--and then yelped in surprise when Ryk yanked backwards on her legs. She pitched forward but caught herself on her hands, and shifted when he pulled at her, adjusting herself as he guided her back--and blushing hard as the position left her feeling utterly exposed. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting when he'd suggested this, but it had sounded like a good idea when he'd whispered it against her ear.

And when his mouth found her, she remembered why it was an excellent idea.

"O-oh!" Her legs trembled and nearly buckled, but she kept upright, teeth digging into her bottom lip as his hands kneaded her bottom and his tongue and lips sent heat radiating through her. Panting, she let her head drop, her hair falling around her shoulders in a tousled mess--but before she could get too lost in the sensations, she remembered she wanted to return the favor, and she reached out with shaking fingers and encircled his cock.

"I...I hope I'm, nngh...half as good as you," she gasped, hips rolling against him as she slid her hand along him as he'd shown her--and she realized in that moment that she was genuinely worried that she would be terrible at this, because she wanted to hear him moaning the way he made her. She didn't like doing anything badly, and this area was no exception, and with a little toss of her head, she threw her hair back over her shoulder and leaned in, pressing her lips to the glans in a soft kiss before she tasted him with her tongue, experimenting, getting used to the idea of using her mouth on him. He felt smooth against her tongue and tasted of salt, and she moaned against him as he worked against her clit, her hot breath puffing against his wet flesh.

The thrill of it all, the passion and pleasure as her release approached but didn't peak, made her bolder, and after a moment's hesitation she stroked her hand over him, took a deep breath, and slowly took him into her mouth. Her hips rocked harder against Ryk as she breathed out her nose, moaning around his cock and shifting her weight as her legs felt ready to give out, but she did her best to suck on him as he sucked on her, drawing inspiration from him--because if she liked it, he would, too, right? She didn't take him in too deeply, lips wrapped around the head, for when she tried she felt like she'd choke, but she stroked what her mouth didn't cover and swirled her tongue against him, hoping she was doing this right, and not just making a fool of herself, because oh gods, he, at least, was about to undo her.

Her thighs squeezed him lightly, hips working against him more frantically--grinding against him without even thinking as she got lost in the sensations and tried, desperately, to work toward a release that was so close, but just out of reach. She changed hands when her arm got tired from supporting her weight and came up for air once, body shaking, and then wrapped her lips around him again and moved against him quicker, and he could likely feel her frustrated whimpers as he drove her crazy.

[Aeytrious]

        As Einin's mouth and hands began to work at his cock, Ryk struggled with not thrusting his pelvis up. He made small motions on occasion but mostly remembered not to. This was her first time, and since he was busy pleasing her, he couldn't direct her technique. She seemed to be doing fine anyway. There wasn't much to it really. Sure, there were women with lots of experience or who had trained in the art that could bring a man to climax quickly and not lose a drop of his seed. He had no such expectations of his young lover. She would improve with practice, and he planned on giving her plenty of chances to. Already she compensated for not being able to take in his full length by using her hand, and she twirled her tongue in perfect motions.
        He tried not to be distracted by her sucking, focusing on his own task. His tongue bathed the folds of her sex, flicking across her clit. Her once still hips had started to gyrate, and buck, her legs trembled. She brought pressure against his mouth and he retreated, not letting her reach her peak. He pulled at the lips of her sex with his mouth, drinking in the flow of her desire. He loved the smell of her, sweet with just a slight musk. She was so clean and pure, no man had been inside her, and reveled at being the first to see her nude, to taste her. He'd be the first to take her, filling her with the entirety of his member. He knew that he would barely fit, and that she'd feel pain at first, but he'd go slow. He'd be as gentle as he could until her body got used to having him inside her. He couldn't wait, and his excitement drove his efforts further.
        He buried his face against her, pressing down on her ass so she couldn't move it much. His tongue moved against her clit vigorously, and he shook his entire head quickly, side to side, to increase the speed of his motions. He knew she had to be close, she'd been moaning and grinding against his face. Her more enthusiastic sucking drew moans from him as well, and they vibrated into her with his mouth clamped down on her pussy. His own hips began to rotate slowly as he grew distracted with the spasms of her sex, but the motions were small. The heightening of her pleasure raised his own temperature, and the heat of his desire was intense. He wanted to feed her the entire length of his cock, but he knew she wasn't ready for that. Perhaps though, she'd be willing to bring him to climax with her mouth. She seemed to be getting the hang of it, and oh how he'd love to get her through all her firsts in one day. In the mean time he had an orgasm to pull from her, and he went to work with great effort, deciding that he wanted her to have this one now, and he'd make her demand from him the next one instead.

[Rhindeer]

Einin gasped when, quite abruptly, Ryk really went to work on her when before he had been denying her, holding her release just out of reach. She tensed, body jerking, her surprised sound muffled against his cock, and she had to release him so she didn't accidentally bite him as her body seized up. She held onto him, though, hand still working over him, and tossed her head back and arched her spine, her cries coming loud and desperate, practically begging him for the climax that was rapidly approaching as the fingers of her free hand gripped the rug beneath her and her hips moved as much as they could with him holding her. She pressed her sex against his face to draw out more of that intense, fast-building pleasure, eyes clenched shut as all she could focus on was what he was doing to her, her hand stilling on him, and then--

She came hard, the intensity taking her breath away before she cried out in ecstasy. Her limbs turned to water and she curled forward, her chest dropping onto his belly and face pressing against his thigh as she sucked in air and shook, her muscles tensing and releasing.

"Oh my gods, Ryk...how...how do you do that?" she gasped, and when she felt she could move again, she pushed herself back up with an effort. She wasn't done, yet, and she liked the sounds he'd started to make and the way he'd started to tense and move, as though trying to control himself, because it sounded good coming from him and told her she was doing something right--and it wasn't fair that he'd reduced her to a trembling mess twice.

Taking him in her mouth again when she was relaxed enough she wouldn't bite him, she went back to sucking on him, her hand caressing his shaft, and then lower, grazing his balls. Her jaw was starting to grow sore, so she drew away briefly and dragged her tongue over him instead, giving herself a brief rest before taking him in her mouth again, her head bobbing a little as she found a pace that was comfortable for her.

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk road out her spasms, keeping a tight hold on her even as she fell limp against him. The whole time she writhed he drew the moisture of her climax into his mouth, savoring the taste of a job well done. He rubbed his lips on her sex gently, and when she had fallen limp he eased his grip and relaxed his neck. Resting his head back he looked up at her swollen lips, red from the friction of his face against her, and gorged with blood. He brought fingers to it, parting it gently, looking at the tiny piece of flesh that signified that she was still whole, still innocent. When she brought her mouth back to him, he ceased his examination of her, tensed as the pleasure of her sucking spread through him. He slid his hands along her sides and up to her back caressing her as she quickly became adept at her task. The better she did it, the more motion it elicited from him, the more sounds he made. Short closed mouth sounds of pleasure came from his throat as she worked at him. His hands continued to caress her, even fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples. She was such a quick study, and she seemed to pick up on his signs of pleasure, doing just the right things. When would rest her mouth, licking the length of his shaft, it would draw a shudder from him, and the occasional graze of her teeth made him gasp. Soon his mouth was pressed against her leg. His kissing and biting growing in intensity as her mouth brought him pleasure. He knew it wouldn't be long now, and so he warned her, this was her first time after all.
        "A man's, ah, seed is," his words came out in gasps as she worked at him, "ah, hot," and increased an octave, "and sti-i-cky," he was stuttering now, "and sa-a-lty, ah, and there will be a-a-a lot." His last words came out in a rush and he gripped her thighs, "any second now."

[Rhindeer]

Turnabout was, indeed, fair play, and Einin listened to the sounds Ryk made and the way his body responded to her ministrations, and adjusted accordingly. She did more of whatever got the better reaction, and less of what drew out weak responses, and shuddered as he continued to fondle her as she worked--which only urged her on. She was determined now, a goal clear in her mind, and was rather enjoying this little switch in dynamics: having him be the one tensing and squirming beneath her.

She only wished she could watch his face as she worked him, but for now, this would do, and for now, Einin was just enjoying having the most powerful man in Arca gasping under her mouth.

Her breath came sharply out her nose as he kissed and bit at her leg, and when he started to speak, reduced to stutters and gasps, she couldn't help but smile around him. But she didn't stop. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by seed, though she'd heard it mentioned before, but she knew she'd gotten quite wet, and he'd handled that, so she didn't think it would be a problem if men did something similar. He already tasted salty, and she didn't mind the flavor, and just knowing that he was so close to the edge only made her work him harder. Her hand tightened around him and moved a little quicker, and she increased the pressure of her lips and sucked gently but firmly, her tongue pressing against his glans. Her other hand gripped his left thigh, nails digging in a little, and she breathed out sharply as his hands gripped her own thighs tightly.

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk gripped at her legs tightly, biting his own lip hard, burying his face against one of her calves. It was all he could do to control himself, containing the desire to thrust hard into her mouth. She was so unexpectedly good at this, and he held out as long as he could, dragging the sensation on. He didn't want to come yet but he knew he wasn't in control, Einin was, and she was about to get a mouth full of spunk for her efforts. The twirling, the stroking, the sucking, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
        "Oh gods," he gasped, "Einin, here it comes."
        As he lost control, cresting the peak of his pleasure, his body tense with the anticipation, a violent shudder passed through him. His cock throbbed hard, pulsing as it shot his hot load into Einin's mouth. He wasn't sure she'd be able to hold it all in her mouth, or if she'd swallow it all down gracefully. It didn't really matter to him though, hidick pumped shooting it, and spasms wracked his body as he kept himself from thrusting. As the wave of intensity broke, he shuddered and whimpered softly. He kissed her leg and caressed her gratefully.
        "Oh Einin," he said chuckling with delight, "you are amazing my dear. I know I've taken you over the top twice already, but how's one more time sound?" His erection, which had only slightly dwindled with his climax, was now back at full attention, twitching in anticipation.

[Rhindeer]

Unfortunately, Einin couldn't answer him at first, because needless to say, that was not quite what she had been expecting--even though it was everything Ryk had warned her it was.

She choked in surprise as hot, thick liquid filled her mouth, and she jerked back in surprise and clamped her mouth shut, but some still spilled out the corners of her lips and she reached up to cover her mouth before it could drip down her chin. Oh gods. Oh gods! What was she supposed to do with that?! She held it in her mouth, eyes wide, and glanced around for somewhere to spit it, but there was nowhere she could see, and she wasn't about to just let it spill all over the rug! Oh gods. Oh gods. It didn't taste bad, but it was salty and new, and didn't exactly taste good, either, and holding it in her mouth was was making it worse as saliva added to the thickness, and--

Shit.

After a moment of panicked deliberation, hand still covering her mouth, she did the only thing she could do and swallowed it down, then coughed and gagged after.

"Oh! Oh, whoa, you did warn me!" she said when she could speak again before swinging a leg over him and rolling off of him. She flopped onto the rug on her back, stretching out next to him, and then burst into laughter when she realized how ridiculous that was. How embarrassing. She wiped at her lips and turned her head to look at him, smiling sheepishly, her cheeks flushed from exertion--and from his praise. Amazing, huh? She ran a hand through her hair and arched her spine to stretch, then turned onto her side and curled closer to him.

"Again? I...well..." Her eyes moved to his erection, and she bit her lip and lifted up a little so she could lean over him and press her lips to his mouth. "I think I could live with that." And her lips quirked in a smile before she kissed him again, tenderly at first before building in passion, one hand going up to stroke his cheek and the ridge of his ear.

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk returned Einin's kisses tenderly. She was a lovely girl, so sweet, a beautiful smile. He was very lucky to be sharing this time with her and he knew it. He pulled her closer as he turned on his side pressing his hard cock against her opening. She was still so wet that she parted easily, but he didn't slide it into her. He paused in his kissing to look in her eyes as he spoke.
        "I want you Einin," he told her sincerely, "I want all of you. I want to be inside you little bird," he gave her a small kiss at the use of her pet name, "it will hurt, at first, and you will bleed, that is true. But I promise to be very gentle, and take it slow. And I also promise that you will enjoy it thoroughly. It's up to you. You just have to tell me to put it in you."
        He waited for her response, hoping she'd say the words he wanted to hear.

[Rhindeer]

Ryk turned against her, and Einin gasped as she felt his cock slip between her legs and press against her sex. Her pulse, which had finally started to normalize, quickened at the sensation and she moved her hips instinctively, sliding him against her in that way she enjoyed. Oh gods. Instantly, she was reminded of what she had been debating when he'd pressed her to the rug and moved against her, and the thought came flooding back then--forbidden, but so tempting, and when Ryk spoke she met his eyes and blushed.

Because it was like he'd read her thoughts.

She shuddered at his words and licked her lips, the feeling of him between her legs quite distracting, and she knew this wasn't a decision she should make lightly, that she should wait, that she should draw the line here--

But gods, they'd already done so much. After that, what was one more final little leap? She worried about the pain; she hadn't known much about sex before today, but every girl heard horror stories, but...it couldn't be that bad. What they'd done so far had been amazing, and what was a little pain? She didn't like the idea of bleeding, but it couldn't be worse than anything she'd suffered sparring, and this was Ryk.

She trusted him; he hadn't lied once.

And if it was going to be anyone, gods, then why not him?

Breathing a little shallow with excitement and nerves, Einin pressed her mouth against Ryk's again, then his jaw, neck, and finally brushed her lips against his ear. "I...I want you, too," she said quietly, and nuzzled against his neck, hiding her face in a sudden jolt of nervous shyness. Her hand trailed over his chest, curling against him. "Just...um...go slow, okay?" she said, and then looked up as a sudden thought hit her. "A-and I don't, er...I don't want babies, so...so be careful. And try not to make me bleed?"

[Aeytrious]

        True to his word, Ryk was gentle. He slowly slid into her, inch by inch, retreating each time, letting her glistening moisture thicken across his shaft with each small thrust. He measured her breaths, her tension, watching the expressions on her face, moving forward only as he thought she was ready. It was a long process, but eventually his entire length was in her, all eight inches. He held it there inside her, not moving, and kissed her gently. He caressed her, and played with her hair, and fondled her breasts, keeping his shaft motionless inside her. He'd wait until she was relaxed, until she had adjusted to his exceptional girth. Of course, if she began moving first then he would match her. He wanted this to be wonderful for her, wanted her to love the pleasures of sex.
        "You're so beautiful and sweet little bird," he said as he kissed her, "are you doing okay?"

[Rhindeer]

It hurt, but not as badly as the stories would have her believe, for true to Ryk's word, he was gentle, and slow. That initial penetration wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't a bloody nightmare, either, and Einin clung hard to Ryk as he worked himself inside her, deeper and deeper, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps and small, soft whimpers escaping her when he moved, her eyes clenched shut as he withdrew and then went a little further each time. A few times, he drew a sharp sound and a wince from her as she stretched around him, flesh stinging, and she pressed a hand to his hip to slow him. But otherwise she let him control the pace.

Gods. He had looked large, but he felt even bigger, and she was tense, which didn't really help--but she was slick with desire and that certainly did. But despite the discomfort, there was also wonder as he filled her, because this was what it was like, and oh gods, he was inside her--and that realization made her burn with arousal.

And then he stilled, their bodies pressed flush together, and Einin held very still, her breathing shallow and hands shaky where they squeezed Ryk's shoulders. It felt better now that he'd stopped, and she tightened around him a little, feeling him inside her and shivering. So this was what it was like, that strange sense of being filled, the throb of their bodies where they were joined and the sense of vulnerability that came with it. She sucked in a deeper breath when his hands found her breasts, relaxing a little under his caresses, and when he spoke she cracked a shaky smile and pressed her lips to his.

"I-I'm okay," she said as she lifted her eyes to his, still gripping him tightly with one leg draped over his hip so he could fit between her legs. Her face was a little tight as her body adjusted to the sensation, brow knit, and her heart pounded against his chest. Shifting a little, hissing when he moved inside her as a result, she glanced down between them to try to see where they were joined. "A-ah...is that...is it all, uh, in?"

[Aeytrious]

        "Yes," Ryk said with a smile, leaning in to kiss her as she tried to see. He gently rolled onto his back, keeping his pelvis pressed to hers. She was now on top of him, and he helped her sit up with minimal friction to the point of their joining. He smiled up at her, again taking in the sight of her beautiful form.
        "Now you can see where you're wrapped around me."
        He slid his hands up her body, stroking across her ribs with a light caress. He watched her face, trying to discern what she was thinking. The he began to give her breasts his attention again, making her nipples stand erect.
        "You are in control of your motions little bird," Ryk told her simply, "rock back and forth at whatever speed until the pleasure helps your body relax."

[Rhindeer]

Einin gasped when Ryk turned, and suddenly she found herself astride him. She stared down at him, flushed with passion and a little embarrassment, for the position left her feeling oddly exposed--but, at the same time, it also gave her a good view of him stretched out beneath her, all hard muscle and laced with scars, and she liked that she could watch his face.

Shivering a little at his words, and at the caress of his hands along her body, she dropped her eyes and looked down between her spread legs. She sucked in a breath at the sight of where his pelvis pressed to hers, only a little of his cock visible as the rest sank up into her. "O-oh...so it does fit..." she breathed, and met his eyes with a small, lopsided smile. She still couldn't believe it. He had looked so large...

It was becoming a little hard to hold still, though, with the way Ryk was playing with her breasts, but for a second, she felt nervous to move in anticipation of pain, and still self-conscious in the new position. And yet, at the same time, she felt grateful that he'd given her this--the ability to set her own pace. With a deep breath, Einin smoothed her hands over Ryk's firm chest and belly, tracing scars and hard muscle with her fingertips, before she braced her hands against him and, slowly, began to move.

Her face tightened at first and she bit her lip, her breath hitching as the movement stung. It felt a little awkward; she wasn't used to moving like this, and she could feel it in her thighs. But after a little gentle, tentative rocking, her expression began to relax, turning to one more of concentration as discomfort began to transform into something else, as she began to feel more than just pain but the slow slide of him moving inside her, and as she tried to find a motion that worked. And then, leaning forward a little and rolling her hips, her mouth fell open and a soft gasp escaped her as he pressed against a part of her that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. His touches were certainly helping, and as he played with her breasts, she shuddered, and continued to roll her hips, circular, grinding her clit against his pelvis and feeling him move inside her. She didn't yet try to thrust on him, and still kept her movements tortuously slow, still getting used to the sensation of being filled, but the more she moved, the more her body adjusted, and the better it began to feel, and soon her breath was coming out in small pants, both from exertion and the building pleasure and dwindling pain.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned forward more, pressing herself against his chest and kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulder, breath hot, as she continued to grind against him. "Oh...gods...you feel good now," she gasped against him between kisses.

[Aeytrious]

        With her leaning down to against him now, Ryk caressed Einin's back and her buttocks. He also played with her hair, and returned her kisses enthusiastically when her mouth found his. He moved as little as possible, not wanting to disturb her rhythm yet. He did bring his hands to her ass though, kneading it as she rocked against him. He gave her a little slap, testing her response. He knew that the mixing sensations were pleasant, but she'd be unfamiliar with the idea of spankings during sex.
        "If that feels good for you," he said to her, "I'm more than happy to slap this perfect ass more," he slapped it again, a little harder this time, and then caressed her to mix the pain and pleasure.

[Rhindeer]

The pain was almost forgotten at that point, pleasure the dominant sensation, and Einin was rocking her hips a little quicker, her bites a little sharper, with low moans escaping between panted breaths. She loved how Ryk's hands felt on her, in her hair, stroking her back, kneading her ass, and with her lips on his skin, she breathed in the scent of him--the scent that was beneath that of soaps or oils that was distinctly him.

She was starting to get really into it when Ryk slapped her, and Einin jerked and yelped in surprise. It didn't hurt--quite the contrary--but it was surprising and it brought fresh color to her cheeks, because had he just spanked her? And then he did it again, and this time she felt the sting and let out a sharp moan, the sensation a surprisingly delightful contrast to everything else she was feeling as all of her senses were engaged in the act. But her face burned hot, even as her back arched and she flexed around him, even moving a bit more vigorously, and she wasn't sure whether to admit she liked it, or be humiliated that he was spanking her!

Lifting up a little, she caught Ryk's hands and pressed them down to the plush rug. "Master Handela--ah!--Handelaar!" she gasped, and did a terrible job of looking stern while gyrating on him, doing her best to bite back the whimpers he was drawing from her. She leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth, muffling another moan against his lips. "How very--ah!--how very ungentlemanly..."

[Aeytrious]

        Now that Einin was moving more vigorously Ryk started to gyrate and rock along with her. He easily matched her rythm pulling away when she did, thrusting when she did. They seemed to read each others motions easily and soon he was letting out throaty grunts of pleasure.
        He soon sat up, and as he did he wrapped Einin's legs around his waist. The momentary break in motion eased his pleasure, giving him more time to enjoy it before reaching another peak. He held her firm ass tight in his hands and slid her against him in a rocking motion, showing her how to move in this new position. With her legs wrapped around him, she had to use different muscles, but she knew her body well. She was soon helping him with the work, using her own arms and legs to pull and push herself, while Ryk used his hands, gripping her ass, to move her. He kissed her greedily, tasting the still present mint in her mouth. Her soft breasts brushed his chest in the motions, her nipples caressing him. He bit her neck again, next to a large hickey that had formed from his earlier sucking. The sight of the mark on her flesh aroused him more, and he proudly imagined the many more he'd be leaving on her.