"Look at me," he growled, needing to see her face. She tipped her head back and he held her eyes as he pushed into her, trying to see every grimace and quirk. He was utterly shocked when he met a barrier after only a few inches. The revelation cooled his blood ever so slightly.
"Are you a…?" he tried to ask, his brows pulling together.
"Just do it," Merrill said, lifting her chin to brush her lips briefly against his.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and did as she asked, using one strong thrust to tear her maidenhead and hilt himself fully inside her.
Merrill screamed in real pain this time, shaking and clawing at him, and he did his best to hold still and calm her, tracing one hand down the side of her face and kissing her over and over. When she started kissing him back he couldn't wait any longer and began moving, small and uneven at first but steadily stronger and faster as she met him with her hips. He settled his forehead against hers, with one hand wrapped around her back and the other bracing her hip, and studied her face each time he thrust.
It would be over far too soon, he knew, the culmination of weeks of wanting her and claiming her before any other man putting him almost immediately at the threshold. Vilkas bent to her neck again, sank his teeth in as he felt his climax begin to build, trying to go as deep into her as he could. Merrill arched against him, keening.
"Vilkas, gods," she cried, and it toppled him completely.
He shouted as he came, muffled against her skin, and fought to get as close to her as possible while pleasure burned through him, making him see spots. It felt decisive, like ownership, her maiden's blood mixing with his seed and the mark of his teeth on her body. Euphoria blanketed him for a few seconds and a fine tremor passed over his muscles before he lifted his head to look at Merrill.
She was frowning, looking frustrated and slightly out of her depth. He understood. Again, he pressed their brows together and carefully shifted one hand to the cleft between her legs. He brought her while he was still buried inside her, the clenching of her womb around him almost painful but still exquisite. The noises she made were even better. The knowledge that no one else had ever felt her come around them was fucking paradise.
Vilkas waited a few moments more while her breathing returned to normal, loath to separate.
Finally, he asked, "Can you stand?"
She nodded against his shoulder and moved one shaky leg off his hips. He slid out of her and guided her feet to the ground, keeping a hold on her hips until he was sure she was stable. Quickly, he laced up his pants and shoved all their armor and clothing into a pile, leaving it on the floor. Let them see, he thought, let them know that he has had her, that she is his.
He picked her shift out of the pile and threaded it over her head and arms, gently tugged it down, and then lifted her in both arms, cradling her against his chest.
When the made it to his room he set her on the bed and crawled in behind her, and then arranged their limbs until she was completely nestled against him, languid and warm.
"You are mine, now," he whispered into her hair before falling into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.
This prompt is just too freaking awesome! Part 5/5
"Are you a…?" he tried to ask, his brows pulling together.
"Just do it," Merrill said, lifting her chin to brush her lips briefly against his.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and did as she asked, using one strong thrust to tear her maidenhead and hilt himself fully inside her.
Merrill screamed in real pain this time, shaking and clawing at him, and he did his best to hold still and calm her, tracing one hand down the side of her face and kissing her over and over. When she started kissing him back he couldn't wait any longer and began moving, small and uneven at first but steadily stronger and faster as she met him with her hips. He settled his forehead against hers, with one hand wrapped around her back and the other bracing her hip, and studied her face each time he thrust.
It would be over far too soon, he knew, the culmination of weeks of wanting her and claiming her before any other man putting him almost immediately at the threshold. Vilkas bent to her neck again, sank his teeth in as he felt his climax begin to build, trying to go as deep into her as he could. Merrill arched against him, keening.
"Vilkas, gods," she cried, and it toppled him completely.
He shouted as he came, muffled against her skin, and fought to get as close to her as possible while pleasure burned through him, making him see spots. It felt decisive, like ownership, her maiden's blood mixing with his seed and the mark of his teeth on her body. Euphoria blanketed him for a few seconds and a fine tremor passed over his muscles before he lifted his head to look at Merrill.
She was frowning, looking frustrated and slightly out of her depth. He understood. Again, he pressed their brows together and carefully shifted one hand to the cleft between her legs. He brought her while he was still buried inside her, the clenching of her womb around him almost painful but still exquisite. The noises she made were even better. The knowledge that no one else had ever felt her come around them was fucking paradise.
Vilkas waited a few moments more while her breathing returned to normal, loath to separate.
Finally, he asked, "Can you stand?"
She nodded against his shoulder and moved one shaky leg off his hips. He slid out of her and guided her feet to the ground, keeping a hold on her hips until he was sure she was stable. Quickly, he laced up his pants and shoved all their armor and clothing into a pile, leaving it on the floor. Let them see, he thought, let them know that he has had her, that she is his.
He picked her shift out of the pile and threaded it over her head and arms, gently tugged it down, and then lifted her in both arms, cradling her against his chest.
When the made it to his room he set her on the bed and crawled in behind her, and then arranged their limbs until she was completely nestled against him, languid and warm.
"You are mine, now," he whispered into her hair before falling into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.