What a sight that was.
Lyssena forgot her manners entirely.
Forgot propriety.
Forgot the teachings of her mother and the expectations of her village.
She wanted nothing more than to feel that cock as deep inside her as her body would possibly allow, to replace the emptiness still pulsing inside her with something solid as that thick cock before her.
Her eyelids felt heavy, her breasts achingly sensitive beneath the fabric of her gown, her nipples tightening at the mere sight of him. Lyssena wanted more.
“Please,” she breathed, the word soft and trembling as it slipped past her parted lips, and in that single plea, every ounce of shame she had ever carried remained far behind in her village.
Her knees fell open wider without conscious thought, and when Erevos stepped closer, he wrapped one of his large hands firmly around her waist, anchoring her in place, while the other slid down to grasp his leaking length.
Lyssena had never imagined she could feel so unrestrained.
Erevos positioned himself closer until the heavy length of him brushed against her thigh, and for a moment, he only looked at her, his gaze darker than she had ever seen it, as though he were still deciding how best to consume her. For her, any way he’d choose would be great.
“I believed,” he began slowly, his voice thick, “that this was meant for your mouth.”
His hand shifted along his cock as he spoke, stroking once.
“You placed your hand around me before,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “and I assumed perhaps your mouth was another place for it.”
Lyssena swallowed.
“But then I learned,” he said, stepping even closer between her parted thighs, the tip of him pressing tentatively against her swollen entrance, “that you possess a place meant to receive.”
His gaze lifted to hers. “As you received my tongue.”
Heat burned across her face at the bluntness of it, but she did not retreat. In fact, Lyssena never wanted him to stop talking.
Erevos lowered his eyes to where they joined and guided himself carefully, the thick tip nudging against her with a slow, testing pressure that made her inhale sharply.
He did not thrust.
He pressed. Gradually.
Lyssena felt the stretch deeper than before, more solid, and when the head of him breached her and slid inside, Erevos threw his head back with a loud, raw growl that shook the air around them. All of his shadows shuddered.
“It feels—” His voice faltered as he pushed another inch forward, watching her body yield around him. “It feels different from your hand.”
Lyssena arched immediately, her back bowing as she gripped the edge of the table at her side.
“It—” she breathed, struggling to gather her thoughts as he filled her further, her voice breaking into uneven fragments. “We have . . . we have a long time . . . to try everything.”
The words dissolved into a trembling gasp as he sank deeper.
Erevos’s expression shifted at that. “Yes,” he said, his tone darkening as he finally pushed fully inside her, the last of the distance closing in a slow slide that made her cry out.
“We have all the time in the world.”
His hands came to her hips then, “Eternity,” he added, leaning down until his forehead nearly brushed hers, “is forever.”
The word eternity flickered through her mind, a question forming at the edges of her pleasure, but before she could grasp it, he moved.
The first motion was slow. Lyssena felt his hips brushing against her skin, then she felt the slow withdrawal that left her feeling suddenly empty.
