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“Come here,” he growled softly.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She knew she had done wrong. She knew she should have done better. She was embarrassed and she was small. She lowered her head, making him tip her face up to look down at her.
“I am sorry too, Hail. I am sorry you could not listen. I am sorry you have lost your innocence, and will lose what is left tonight.”
He wrapped her in his arms and he kissed her gently at first, and then with greater insistence. He loved this young woman. He loved her more than he had ever loved anybody.
There were so many ways this could happen. Bryn was determined to do it his way. She had been hurt so much. She had been frightened. He did not want to hurt or frighten her. He wanted her to know that love could feel good, that she could be warm on the inside, loved and cared for.
He hoisted her naked body up against him and kept kissing her. Her legs wound naturally around his waist as he freed his cock from the leather confines of his pants.
“Are you ready?”
She moaned against his mouth. Even this kiss was wrong. Her soft tongue against his, her mouth being gently but insistently plundered, and now the wet seam of her lower lips was sliding over the head of his bare cock.
This was wrong, but he was going to do it right.
He held her rump in his hands and kept her above the spear length of his cock. The kissing was sweet and sensual, but it was also the means to a corrupt end. With every flutter of her tongue, he wanted her more. He had to have her. He forgot about the reason for the joining and let himself sink into the moment.
Bryn let his hands drop an inch and impaled her pussy on his cock. She spread wide and fast, too fast. She let out a cry of pain. Her physical virginity had still been intact until his cock speared through it, pulling her tight little hole down on his rod. She threw her head back and uttered a helpless cry.
She was hot. She was tight. She was wrong.
He took her. He pulled her all the way down. He felt the hottest, wettest parts of her body stretching around his very real and absolutely rampant cock.
“Bryn!” She shouted his name with a wail that made him throb. There was always some cruelty in taking virginity. It was unavoidable creating that change between innocent young woman and worldly woman. The guardian of flesh between her thighs had been ripped away and now her juices streaked his cock.
“Hail,” he purred her name back, kissing her in case she said something else. This was an intimacy he had never allowed himself to imagine, and it was even more captivating and perfect than what he had not allowed himself to think about.
He laid her down on the absence of floor and looked down at her lovely body. She was so very beautiful, this wild little whelp whose defiance had dragged them both to this dark place. He pulled his cock free of her auburn sex, then watched as he sank it back inside her. Slowly. Deliberately.
The Dark had fallen silent. Perhaps it was too fascinated to taunt them, or maybe it did not want to interrupt this loving defilement between master and whelp. Hail looked up at Bryn with hazy eyes of desire and need. He felt her inner walls clenching around his cock, holding him tight. Every new thrust was a new delight. She was soft and she was creamy and she was tight. He palmed her breasts and squeezed them gently as he urged his hips back and forward at an ever faster pace until he was sweating and grunting like an animal, a beast barely differentiated from the Dark.
She wailed and she moaned so very prettily. She felt perfect wrapped around his cock. She felt like she belonged to him, like she had always belonged to him. He wanted to fill her up, brim her with his seed.
His desire was followed by rough action, holding her hips to keep her in place as he rutted her toward a mutual orgasm for them both. His temptation to be gentle had evaporated entirely now. He hammered inside her. He made her pussy foam with their mutual cream, and he came deep inside her, filling her as she deserved to be filled.
Afterward, Hail was exhausted and faint. Not from his ravaging, he thought, as much from being the conduit of the Dark’s bolts of damage which had half-killed the New Rahvin guard.
“There,” he said, wrapping her in his arms and holding her aloft. “I’ve done it. She’s broken. Her virginity is gone.”
The Dark smirked and took the closest form to human it could. It was more obscene for appearing as a man, with its musculature and its scales and the golden eyes which belied its true nature.
