More than anything, Oras wanted to learn what it felt like to be inside her already. What patience he had shown finally snapped. She was just too adorable, too erotic, too submissive to not finally reward.
Theria followed him with depraved, flustered eyes. They widened with anticipation when he pulled his clothes off. Like her, he had a gently toned body. His muscles were the result of years upon years of wandering, climbing, and lifting crates from one side of a library to another. His was not the broad-shouldered build of a man of legends, but that of a well-nurtured guy from the farmlands of Kumsyurt.
His pants quickly followed, joining the pile of Theria’s clothes. “There it is,” Theria whispered, staring at his cock. Like her, he kept his groin hairless. He just preferred it that way. “...That’s going to fit, right?”
“It will,” he assured her. A juvenile thought had once had him seek research on average lengths. He had found a book on the matter, according to which his 17 centimetres were a quite respectable, albeit not monstrous size. That had been what he had wanted to hear. His goal was to fill his women, not break them. ‘Not physically,’ he corrected himself.
The same book had filled his head with all manners of fancy sexual positions he wanted to try in his life. Those were projects for later. Today, he was happy with the simplest position of all: her on her back and him between her legs.
Oras smacked his cock down on her wet pussy. He enjoyed the meaty thwack that filled his ears and the renewed shudder. Teasing her more was an attractive prospect. Alas, his own needs were making his throbbing manhood ache. All he could think about was finally penetrating that ready pussy.
Shuffling a bit, Theria made it easier for him to find a working angle. They were both absolutely focused on where their sexes were about to become one. Only the hot embrace of her outer folds mattered, the head of his cock effortlessly slipping into what tongue and fingers had widened.
Pushing further than that was a slow, tight advance. Her virgin pussy was almost painfully narrow and he took every last advice on pacing himself that he had learned to make sure he did not cause her any unwanted pain. Centimetre for centimetre, he eased himself into his first wife.
“M-masterrr, I’m…. I think I’m gonna…” Theria’s words came out in short bursts, her voice wispy and drenched in delight.
“Cum for me.” With the order, Oras descended on her. Her arms wrapped around him in an eagerly receiving hug. Their lips found each other again, her tongue every bit as eager to yield to his advances as before. Trimmed nails lightly scratched his back. Shudders turned into spasms. He bottomed-out against her. She came.
Holding her tightly, while he was held tightly by her. Embraced not just by her arms but her tanned, toned legs as well. Moss beneath them and forest all around. Her lips his to taste in all of their faint sweet and saltiness. That was everything he could have asked for the first time he was fully inside her.
Theria quivering in the first penetrative orgasm of her life, that was an added bonus he had only dreamt of. Muffled cries reverberated in his lips. He mixed in little grunts of his own. The already tight walls of her deflowered cunt grasped him with the convulsions of her climax, rubbing his cock all over with the undulations.
He remained like that, letting her ride out her orgasm as he kissed her. The grip of her pussy became pleasantly less intense once relaxation settled in. “You really just came as I filled you.”
“Good first sign for our marriage,” Theria whispered, her casual tone breaking their dom-sub character for a moment. That was only right, the dynamic existed to spice things up, not to be the basis of the meal. “That was… so much better than my fingers.”
“Have you been masturbating without my knowing?” Oras drawled. His accusatory tone was entirely faked.
“Not recently,” she responded mischievously. “Are you going to punish me, Master?”
“First, I’m going to praise you for being a naughty tomboy. I love those.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, then he straightened up. Holding her by the hips, he smirked and added. “Then I am going to punish you.”
“Please do,” Theria swooned.
Out and then back in, out and then back in, out and then back in - each repetition of the movement was a little faster than the previous one. The lubrication of their mixed juices was plenty to make every thrust a smooth experience.
Pleasurable friction kept making Oras groan. His goal was to make her scream in delight as much as possible, but in the process he had to put himself closer and closer to his own release. A conundrum for all of mankind.
Theria’s cries animated him to go faster anyhow. Although he still had to learn exactly what angles his redheaded tomboy preferred, he was evidently making her feel good - very good. Writhing beneath him with all the grace of a jungle cat, Theria sighed his name and chosen title between her delighted gasps. Muscles and breasts rippled in their individual ways.
A sight for him and him alone.
Oras was struck by the sight of it all, entranced by the shape of her jaw. His mind narrowed in on the tiny details. The bit of dirt that clung to her from some brushing gesture earlier in the day. The way her muscles shifted as she vocalized her lust. The swing of her cheekbone. The…
“Uhm, Oras - you still there?”
Blinking, he returned to reality. He realized that he had stopped moving, just remaining deep inside her. “Sorry, I was mesmerized by you.”
“...Charmer.” Theria cleared her throat and hooked a leg around his waist. “Love that, genuinely do, but can we… ya know… keep doin’ this?”
Oras nodded swiftly.
Admittedly, his rhythm was a bit broken after that. It was a tad embarrassing. An emotion he shoved aside before it could distract him too much. Easing himself back into the scene, he concentrated on the basics. Just a steady in and out, making them both fill the forest with little gasps.
Much as he tried, he couldn’t quite get completely back into it. Little gasps were not good enough for him. “Let’s mix things up,” he decided.
“What do ya have in mind, Master?” Theria purred playfully. Rather than tell her, he put himself on top of her. As he pressed yet another kiss on her lips, an infinity away from the last that she deserved, he shifted his weight. Always cooperative, the redhead tilted with him. A moment later, their kiss broke and Theria straightened up. “Ohhh, this feels nice.”
Now on top, straddling his waist, his first wife rolled her hips testingly. That she was the bottom in this relationship did not mean she had to be in the physical position at all times. “Please me,” he told her and squeezed her thighs. “You can do that, right?”
“I’ll figure it out,” Theria answered with a crooked smirk.
Muscles under a pleasantly squishy layer of fat tensed in her legs. She rose up, then dropped down, impaling herself on his length with the aid of gravity. She cried out in pleasure, then immediately went up again. Every bounce made her a little more confident in the range of motion she could execute.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaahhh, yessssss,” Theria cried out shamelessly. She gave one of her nipples a pinch. Her pussy clenched around his cock for a moment, then she was back to the rhythmic up and down.
The pace she acted at was slightly concerning. Oras had entered all of this sensitive and she did not have the male mindset of drawing out an erection for all that it was worth. She just knew that the up and down was making her eyelids flutter.
Oras summoned his willpower and let her do as she desired. There was a lot to be learned by observing her do what she wanted, enacting the pace she preferred. Every time she moved up, she tried to get as far as she could without him exiting fully. Then, she impaled herself harsh and fast, craving a battering impact to her innermost.
Suddenly gripping her by the waist, he returned to active duty with a thrust upwards. “Master!” she cried out in delight. The word kept flowing from her tongue naturally. She must have fantasized about that a lot more than even he had.
They quickly found a unified rhythm. Her pussy sheathed his cock over and over again, making her shiver. “I’m… cumming… again…!” she pressed out.
Oras knew already, from the way her shoulders trembled and her toes curled. “Go ahead, show me your beautiful climax,” he permitted her.
One more bounce and Theria stopped on top of him. The contractions of her pussy were not as strangling this time around, her insides now nicely accustomed to his cock. Spasms shifted peaks and valleys beneath her caramel skin. Sight and sensation combined, bringing Oras ever closer to his own release.
This time, he did not wait until she had fully ridden out her climax. When the strongest spasms had passed, he was right back to making her bounce. Instinctively, her body followed suit. Although less coordinated than before, their lovemaking continued. Smacks of flesh against flesh filled the air.
The nubile redhead curved back. Her hands glided over her curves, making her shiver from her own sensitivity. Oras tightened the grip he had on her hips and accelerated a little further. It was a primal demand of his body that he did. Having made her climax twice so far gave him a rush of victory that demanded he find his own release.
“Don’t even tell me!” Theria shouted, voice unsteady by pleasure. “If you want to cum, just cum! I’m your first wife, use me, cum inside me, cum on me, whatever you want!”
Those begging words of permission were all that Oras could take. Fingers pressing into her round backside, he went on a final sprint. Obscenely loud claps echoed in the forest. Theria’s eyes widened, her mouth opened wide. She no longer met his thrusts, just kept steady for him to slam into. For a brief moment, Oras thought he could make her cum again before he did.
It did not come to fruition. The wild final stretch came to an inevitable end. His hips bucked upwards. The base of his cock pressed against her swollen mons. Seed rushed up his shaft as electricity tingled its way up his spine. At the end of both paths was white. One painted her insides, the other turned his field of view into dancing dots.
“Ohhhh, so tha -ahhh- t’ssss what it fee-ah-lls like!” Theria moaned in pure delight, while spurt after spurt of his cum rushed up into her.
Oras pulled her down with his lowering hips. He closed his eyes, his field of view feeling too unsteady to be trusted. For a few seconds, he felt almost drunk. Everything was swimming. Unlike being drunk, this was purely pleasant, all of it focused around the heat that gripped his cock.
“I’m just going to warn ya…” Theria’s words made him open one of his eyes again. The sight of his childhood friend circling her hips on top of him. “...I’m definitely getting addicted to this feeling.”
“Are you serious or are you just angling for more praise?”
“Can’t a cumdump do both?” Theria asked with a wink. She tightened her pussy with some deliberate muscle contraction. Oras winced.
“Give me a moment,” he requested. The post-orgasmic sensitivity had set in, making everything she did a bit much for him.
“Sure?” Theria didn’t entirely get the male physique yet, but she was a good submissive and slowly rose from his hips.
A few seconds later, she was on her back, rubbing the sensitive button atop her stretched hole. He had left her fairly close to a third release. Green eyes kept darting to his cock, expressing an unspoken hope that she would not have to employ her fingers to get her there.