(NSFW Content Ahead, R-18)
The reality blurred for Cassandra as the feeling of his thick finger invading a place no one ever had turned her insides. It was discomforting but not that painful because of the oil.
"It’s dirty, Siro," she breathed out in a moan. Fear and anticipation mingled at this new exploration.
She fidgeted, and a muffled scream escaped her as Siroos’s other hand snaked below her belly, and he urged her bottom up while keeping her head buried in the soft mattress.
She was fully exposed to him in the most vulnerable fashion. Cassandra couldn’t flush more redder than this.
Why did he always have to find something entirely more embarrassing than their last encounter? And yet the bond squirmed with assurances that he wouldn’t hurt her.
The passion and lust swirled in his eyes as they took in her pink hole and he poured some more oil onto it.
"Don’t fight it, Cassa. Relax your body, let me in," Siroos’s voice rumbled, making pressure build up inside her fluffy buns.
She jerked and cried out, the blinding pressure increasing.
Siroos couldn’t push any further, and she was thrashing; the bond between them jerked as her pain bombarded him through the bond, making him instantly stop, and he pulled his finger out, leaving her panting.
He needed to properly prep her overtime for this.
Oil and sweat coated Cassandra’s body at this experience. She understood what he had in mind.
Turning around to face him with her pink hued face, Cassandra lifted herself and straddled him, her arms going around his thick neck.
Gold and violet mingled.
"Did I hurt you?" The tenderness of his voice made her heart swoon. She merely shook her head.
Her hands delved into the velvety soft tresses of his as she placed a tender kiss on the tip of his nose and carefully asked.
"If we do this that way? It won’t break your oath, right?"
Siroos placed his soft lips right below her earlobe and softly answered.
"No, it won’t."
He suckled on the tender skin there making her hands fist his hair tighter and her mouth to fly open in a raw need to moan which was threatening to weave out of her.
"Then...then I wish to touch you as well. Can I?" Siroos had never pressed her to touch him or revealed his manhood to her. Although Cassandra had a clear idea of how huge it was from various encounters and how little of the clothes he wore.
Siroos went stiff like a tree trunk and wavered his eyes to meet hers again.
All the spirits had become active in his head, speaking up at the same time, causing chaos. He tuned them out and blinked.
"You wish to?"
Cassandra felt like laughing at his priceless reaction but she only nodded.
Trailing her hand down his thick banded torso which was nothing but steely muscles. Until she came to the belt which held his loincloth in place so it wouldn’t slip.
Her wandering fingers unhooked the belt and he watched her with his breath lodged in his throat.
Slowly, she removed the belt and separated the loincloth from his body, revealing his massively gorged weaner to her needy eyes.
Her eyes blew fully seeing the girth and the way it strained with its mushroom head leaking precum. It seemed angry and painful and she had no clue how much pleasure it could provide. But most importantly, it felt clean.
Cassandra had no clue how to hold it but then she remembered Lana’s words and extended her quivering hand to grip it.
Her soft, slimy fingers wrapped themselves around Siroos’s strained manhood, and he threw his head back and let out a husky moan.
"Ahh?" The feeling of her touch turned his blood to molten lava, and it coursed through his very veins, turning him into an active volcano.
Cassandra’s thumb and index finger squeezed its head, letting more of his cum flow out onto her hands as she began to slowly stroke.
"Am—I do–ing it right?" Her misgivings were so clear in her voice.
"Yes!" He breathed out in an extremely strained voice, controlling the throaty groans threatening to slip past his sultry lips.
Siroos closed his eyes and placed both his hands on the mattress, clutching the sheets as Cassandra spun her magic on his cock. Opposite to what she had believed, she didn’t feel disgusted by his poker, and it felt familiar like she had touched it countless times.
She wished to taste him too..so without warning, she lowered herself over it. Opening her mouth wide, Cassandra took the tip inside and closed her ruby lips against his veiny shaft.
Siroos’s body shuddered in a way it had never done before, the whole bolt of lightning seemed to have stuck him. The bliss her lips had brought hadn’t been brought by any other honey pot he had dipped himself in.
"Malakti! You are full of surprises." He sinfully groaned in such a dark voice and his eyes shot open. Only to see his mate bend over him with his thickness buried in her mouth as she was trying to take him deep.
Siroos collected her golden tresses that had fallen like gold dust all around him. He fisted them at the back of her head and properly guided her. Showing her how deep to go without gagging.
"Breathe through the nose," he instructed and she lifted her teary eyes towards him and tried to nod her head. Her mouth was so full from him, the saliva tickled out which he cleaned with the pad of his thumb.
"You have no clue how fucking beautiful you look, Cassandra with these cherry lips wrapped around my cock," he praised, trying not to lift his hips and thrust fully inside her warm mouth. This was her first time so he would take it slow.
She was relentless, he knew it. She would stop if she wished to, for now, she wanted to pleasure him.