Iona was grateful that her request was clear. One of his legs moved to rest in between hers, allowing her to spread them wider. He even aided by using his own to push her one limb aside. His other leg soon followed. She opened herself as far as she could manage. She had once tried covering herself up, but now she was relishing in being so exposed. The cold breeze no longer had any impact on her naked body. The bumps along her skin had long since vanished due to the inner flame Cilas ignited within her. The arm that held her from beneath was removed, the hand replaced to grope one of her breasts once again. She could feel his fingers pinching her stiff nipple, but it was nothing when compared to what she felt below. His fingers moved within her, sliding in and out with such ease, all the while tickling her inner walls. Her breathing had become so loud from her thrusting her hips to aid the pleasure. It caused her weak muscles to ache, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop or even pause for a moment. It felt far too good. She wasn’t even certain how she knew to do that; it just seemed right.

She kept her eyes locked onto his handsome face, watching his expression grow more and more lustful as they continued. Before, Iona had no idea that her arousal heightens his own. But now, it was painfully clear that he enjoyed touching her as much as she liked being touched. She wondered if it would be the same if she touched him. His bulge still pressed against her belly, and she bit her lip. The urge to feel of him, to please him rose within her. But, how far could they go before he becomes too lost in his desires to contain himself? How long would they play this game of exploration and playing and teasing before she begs him to take her? It was then that she realized that his fingers weren’t quite enough. Deeper. Go deeper.[i/] She wanted something to completely fill her, to delve so far inside. And, she wanted something larger.

He started twisting his fingers with each thrust, and he picked up the pace. Iona cried out louder, a moan following suit. His words barely reached her as he leaned closer. “Please… Cilas,” she pleased, her voice no more than short breaths. Yes, she did want more. But she didn’t know what to ask for. Briefly she considered him finally taking her, but the thought caused slight fear to resurface. Being the coward she was, she forced it back down and avoided the idea again. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. His next words gave her the boldness to attempt touching him again. He wanted her touch. She neglected him this whole time, drowning in her own pleasure. It was time she did something in return.

As he released his hold on her breast and leaned in closer, her hands rose to his chest. Her fingers dug into his skin, nails scraping. With each cry, she pressed harder. She felt of the hard muscles beneath his skin as she worked her way down ever so slowly. One remained on his chest, while she forced the other back towards his breeches. She groped his erection once more, but more carefully this time. It was so hard in her hand, and it felt large. Briefly she wondered what it looks like, what its skin felt like against hers. But she wouldn’t let her curiosity get the best of her. Instead, she pushed and pulled, all the while her fingers squeezed gently as a way of rubbing him through the clothing. Her other hand paused once she found his own hardened nipple. She took a moment to caress and pinch it, before she drew her hand up to his shoulder. “Mmm… Cilas,” she moaned from yet another thrust. More. More. More! Her body moved on its own, although she knew not what it was doing. She pushed on his shoulder, glancing down at him as she brought her other hand back up. It slipped into his hair, then pushed on him as well. Her eyes were filled with need. Her womanhood throbbed again for something else, a change of some sorts.

“Cilas… please… give me more… Cilas-” she was cut off by a cry, her back arching and head laying back against the ground as another pass over her special spot shot a wave of pleasure through her, causing her body to shiver with delight. She pushed harder on him, forcing him down between her legs. Touch me. Don’t stop touching me.

Iona’s soft hands moved their way to his chest once more, sending a shiver down his spine once again from her soft touch, yet that was replaced by the feel of her nails digging into his flesh. He let out a groan that was almost faded out by her own moans as her fingers raked against his flesh digging deeper and deeper every time she cried out. The pain did nothing but drive his lust for her even more it did nothing but send waves of pleasure through him. He wanted her to touch him more, so much more.

It was as if she could read the dragons mind that one hand moved from his chest to his clothed, erect member once again. This time her grasp was far more gentler as she was knock rocked with a wave of pleasure. He wished she would have ripped his pants off, and grasp his whole girth in her soft palms but it didn’t stop him from feeling the pleasure of her stroking him. His eyes closed and mouth opened as let himself sink into her grip. ”God damn..” he didn’t even pay attention as the words slipped his lips. She played with his nipple pinching it in her fingers and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips again.

He thrust his fingers in her again as his name was called out, he hand running over his shoulder again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers as she pushed down on him. The hand that was stroking him stopped and ran into his hair and also pushed him down. He could see the want I her eyes, and who was he to deny her. She craved something more and he willingly would give it. He kissed her body as she pushed him. He kissed around her navel as she called out wanting more from him and pushed him down between her legs. He slid down further to get more comfortable.

He removed his fingers slowly from her, rubbing up and down her lips and he pushed on the sides to see them opening between them. He wrapped his arm around the backside of her right leg pulling it out as he placed his lips on the inner part of her thigh, He kissed down it softly, and before he reached her woman hood he would lick back yo her thigh. He teased her like these a few times getting closer and closer. Finally he placed his tongue upon her lips, using his free hand to spread them ever so slightly as he drug the tip of his tongue between them. Her taste flooded his mind, and set of something that he felt like he could stop.

He found her nub and circled hit with his tongue, before pressing his lips against her sucking and alternating between the sucking motion and circling her with his tongue. He changed up the speed and the strength every time. He moved his arm from her leg and place three fingers upon her wet lips. He stopped teasing her nub and licked back up his tongue going further in before he slowly slid all three of his fingers in. He allowed her to stretch out and take his fingers before he started the trust motion again. He watched as his fingers slowly went in and out of her slowly. He leaned into take her into his mouth again as he ground gentle with his teeth as he sucked on her.

He would do anything for her, just so that he could take her at the end of this all. Take her until she screamed out her name throughout the air.

She hummed with delight as Cilas kissed his way down her body. Iona bit her lip and watched him slowly move south. Her heart thumped harder the closer he came. Nervousness washed over her along with the image of the hunter sitting where Cilas now resided. It was almost the same picture. Except, there were a few major differences that allowed her to keep herself open willingly this time. This was Cilas, whose eyes burned with lust and love, the kind that drives him to seek pleasure for himself and her as well. He was positioned between her legs as a request from her. The hunter’s eyes had been brimmed with sinister desires. He only wanted to arouse himself with her pain. Both of her hands were in his hair, fingers now pressing him more gently due to his willingness to obey. She waited patiently as he allowed himself comfort once he was finally where she wanted him to be. He removed his fingers from her, and the beautiful warmth they had offered was replaced by hollowness. It didn’t feel right not to have him inside her. She missed him already.

But no pouting was necessary, for his fingers did not completely leave her. They were driven upwards along her valley, where he then spread her lips gently. He was watching her, the sight of his eyes upon her womanhood sending a shiver of excitement through her body. For a brief moment she allowed herself to wonder what his thoughts were, how he felt about doing this to her, and what he thought about her. She knew it didn’t really matter whether he took pleasure in the sight of her or not, for she couldn’t change what she was born with. But, for some reason, not knowing made her a tad self-conscious. One of his arms took hold of her leg, holding it in place. Iona didn’t fight it, but allowed his lips to kiss along her inner thigh. That area was far more sensitive than she had realized, causing her to moan quietly. He left a trail of burning flesh in his path towards her wet and waiting womanhood. And as she grew dangerously close, she squirmed slightly as a way of begging him to satisfy her cravings. Her opening started throbbing again, missing being touched and pleading for attention. However, he did not give her what she so desperately wanted.

She whimpered poorly as he slid his tongue across her leg, moving back to where he started. It was sweet torture while he continued the same teasing trick. Denying her after coming so close only built on her aching need, making her want it even more. But Cilas was not so cruel as to deny her completely. No, he was loving and wanted to give her what she desired. He planted his tongue upon her inner, wet lips, earning himself a loud gasp. Iona hadn’t been aware that it was an option to use his mouth to please her down there, yet her body had been craving exactly that. It was as if it had thoughts of its own, thinking of methods her mind never knew of. One of his hands returned to spread her open and allow his warm and wet tongue to slide easily between her lips. It was more sensual that way, making her feel even more exposed than before, somehow. It also made her feel more defenseless. There was no hiding from his eyes, no part of her that could escape from his sight and touch. The thought sent an unexpected shiver of arousal through her. When had she become fond of such a thing?

His tongue moved up to draw circles around her central nerve briefly, teasingly. Then, he took it into his lips and sucked. “Aahhhh,” Iona moaned. Her brow furrowed slightly as her head fell against the ground. Her hands once more lifted to rake her fingers and nails along his scalp. He sucked and licked, shaking her body with constant shivers of pure delight and earning him a moan each time. The sensation was far more intense than when he’d used his hands. She wasn’t sure how to describe it anymore, other than one word to describe how wonderful it felt: damn. Iona always avoided such language, but she couldn’t keep it from popping into her mind.

The arm that’d held her leg was moved, and three fingers pressed down on her lips. She squirmed with a whimper as his lips released their hold on her nub, his tongue dropping. For a brief moment, he allowed just the tip to slide into her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to arch her back with a moan louder than the others. His tongue moved out of the way. The fingers that were pressing on her moved down to her leaking entrance. Her tight skin gradually stretched without pain when he penetrated her once more. Three was a little larger than two, giving her need for something larger to enter her slight satisfaction. Her mouth was agape, fingers scraping his scalp harder. Her pleasure was causing her to lose control of her strength, and it clouded her mind to prevent her from noticing when she might be harming him, or causing any discomfort. Once he was inside as deeply as he could go, he moved within her, pulling back and forth. For a moment he watched himself touch her. She wished she could see as well, wondering how pleasant it would be.

Then, when he leaned back down and took her nub into his mouth once more, her hand pressed, holding him down. His teeth gently grinded the sensitive spot. It was the mixture of that and his thrusting that made her cry out, her back arching uncontrollably. She was entirely lost in pure ecstasy, a mess that moaned nonstop. It was beautiful to have Cilas touch her that way, to feel his stiff fingers pumping inside of her and his mouth and tongue fondle her. He knew every part that would bring her pleasure, and he knew how to escalate it. How many women had be been with to learn that?

Iona glanced down at him weakly, gazing over his form and finding enjoyment in watching him work. Then, she realized something. She had become too enveloped in her own pleasure that she did nothing for Cilas in return. Instead, she hacked for more, begging for him not to stop. She had become selfish, asking for more than what she was given and offering him nothing. Guilt hit her like a crashing wave. Cilas was doing anything for her. He was aroused just as well, and even asked for her touch. But he still didn’t question her when she pushed him down, he didn’t deny her anything. She forced herself to sit up, her arms like jelly as they held her up. Her body wanted to melt in his touch, making it a battle to keep herself upright. “Cilas,’ she breathed, moaning shortly after. She needed him to stop so she could speak properly. One hand ran through his hair lovingly, then moved down to his shoulder where she gently pushed. “Cilas, wait…” When he removed himself from her to glance up, she took his cheeks into her hands and pulled him in. Her lips clashed with his. She could taste herself on him, but it was ignored as Iona focused on her intentions. “I’m sorry,” breathed against his lips, kissing him again before apologizing once more, “I’m so sorry. I won’t be selfish any longer.” She pulled back to gaze into those gorgeous silver eyes. “You wanted my touch. Please, allow me to give it to you.”

Her moans shifted to cries as he worked her, his fingers pumping further in faster as his mouth worked her clitoris. He could feel her convulse in pleasure, tightening around him. Her fingers raked his scalp at first but then pushed down upon his head. His own lust ignited more and more as he craved and devoured his touch on her. Even if this was all that she wanted throughout this night he would be glad to provide her. So he kept telling himself, but the longing desire to fill her was proving harder and harder to contain. He let out another loud groan as he continued to go down on her, shifting his legs in order to find some comfort.

Her hand was removed from her scalp as she forced herself to sit up, he could feel her shake as her arms were weak from the waves of lust. His name was called out with exhausted breath, as she ran her hand once more through his hair. She gingerly pushed against his shoulder, a way to tell him to stop. It was when he heard her call out to wait, is when he stopped and looked up at her his fingers slipping out of her. His arm burned from the repeated movements, and he was a little thankful for the break. Het met her kiss, using his own arm to brace him up beneath hers. She apologized for her selfishness and he just shook his head.

”Your taste. Your feel. Your cries…I wanted them as much as you.” He whispered kissing her between each statement. As he planted his lips on hers, he reached down and removed his boots and shifted his weight to his other arm to remove the other one. Even though he was fine pleasing her he would not ignore her offer. He loosened his pants up some, which gave him a tiny bit more breathing room as he pushed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and twisted the both of them over so that was she was on top of him on the ground, straddling him.

The cool dampness of the grass sent a small shiver down him, but didn’t stay as the warmth of his body overtook it quickly. His hand dug through her hair pushing her head down to the kiss as his other wrapped around her waist. ”Move your hips, slowly.” he broke the kiss and whispered in her ear. His hands moved down her back to find her cheeks again and he grasped them as he pushed her slowly. Her hips rocked, and he could feel her wet lips against his member through the cloth of his pants. He closed his eyes and let out a moan. His hands continued to pull against her ass, caressing the cheeks in his palm.

”Remove the pants, please…oh god please.” this time it was his turn to beg. He wanted to feel more, he wanted to be the one lost amongst the pleasures of lust.

Between kisses, Cilas reassured Iona that he had found enjoyment in bringing her pleasure, that he wanted it as much as her. But it didn’t prevent her from feeling guilty. Cilas was too kind, too loving to be upset that she neglected him. During their next kiss, her ears pricked up the sound of him removing his boots. The clinking of a metallic buckle came next, a sound she’d heard before when each of the hunters loosened their clothes before they raped her. He was undoing his belt. Was he preparing to take her already? Iona began to feel a little concerned. She opened one of her eyes just enough to glance down, tilting her head in the kiss so she could see him clearer. Alas, he was not removing the last of his clothes. It seemed he was only releasing some of the tightness. The bulge underneath was so large; perhaps it was harming him by keeping his breeches on, or it might have only been uncomfortable. Slight relief washed over her, now knowing they had not reached the final point just yet. Although she was certain it would come soon. Iona was gradually working through her fear. It surely wouldn’t be long until she is ready to take him.

Their bodies pushed together, arms holding each other tight. Iona was brought down and pulled over Cilas. The new position set her directly atop his erection. It pressed against her womanhood. She broke the kiss briefly with a gasp, heart thumping at the feeling. Iona was almost frozen while Cilas continued. One of his arms held her by her waist, while his other hand moved through her hair and pulled her back into another kiss. She hummed quietly. Drown in it. Let your lust take over your mind and body. Fear nothing with him. Her thoughts gave her little push. She kissed him passionately and allowed her hands to touch his strong chest. This was different. Suddenly, she felt in full control. He was giving her free reign to do as she pleased. She could explore his body, learn how to please it just as he asked. It gave her full focus on Cilas. No longer would her own pleasures get in the way, clouding her mind and making her neglect this beautiful man. It was her turn. Not only to touch him, but in her mind it was an opportunity to show him her gratitude for all he’s done for her. She would please him, bring him joy. And, as a reward he had earned long ago, she will let him have his way with her.

No, it was no reward. A reward is given to those who successfully obey a command. This was no reward. It was a gift. An act of thanks, to show what he means to her, to show how she cherishes him and what lengths she will go to if only to say thank you and bring him joy.

The kiss was broken for his lips to whisper into her ear. Her body shivered in response to the feeling of his hot breath as his hands slid down her back. Move your hips. Nice and slow. Her heart raced. And, she did as she was told. Iona moved her hips, his hands gripping her bottom to aid her with the motion. She moaned from his hard erection rubbing on her, the texture of the cloth adding to her pleasure. Iona pushed herself up, hands on his chest to hold her while she moved against him. It was a whole new feeling for her, knowing he was so close, pressed against her, yet he couldn’t quite reach her. His breeches was like a wall preventing them reaching each other, from satisfying their deepest urge. It made her craving grow, grow, grow. His moan only escalated it. She throbbed against him. Iona could feel herself becoming wetter.

Then, their arousal pushed him over the edge. Cilas begged—begged for her to release him from his restraints. She shivered at the request and released a quivering breath. For a second she considered teasing him a little further, if only to make him feel what she felt. But decided against it. He had waited long enough, putting his own longings aside to give her what she wanted. He deserved to get exactly what he desired. He deserved everything. She leaned down to lovingly kiss his wonderful lips. “I give you all of me, Cilas,” she whispered against his lips before planting a light kiss along his jaw. “I am yours, and yours alone.” With that, she slid down, planting kisses across his chest, descending his stomach until she reached his breeches. She paused for a moment to look down at the bulge. The cloth covering him had a large dark spot at the top where her wetness soaked into it. Ever so slowly, she reached out a began unbuckling his belt. Her heart was pounding in her ears, body and face burning with excitement and nervousness. With it undone, she tugged on the top of his pants, pulling them down until his entire length stood before her. She froze.

Her blue eyes examined it, taking in every detail from top to bottom. Swallowing hard, she pulled his pants further down and took them completely off. Then she crawled back up to his erected member. Iona briefly glanced at Cilas’ face, silently wondering what to do next. Never had she seen a man before, not this part. Much less did she know how to please him with it. From the only horrible experience she had, she knew how intercourse worked, but nothing beyond that. Reluctantly, she took his stiff shaft into her hands. It felt far larger in her grasp than before. Iona caressed it gingerly, taking great care not to harm him, despite not knowing how sensitive it was. Perhaps a similar motion to what was used within a woman is what was needed out of it as well? A pumping motion. One hand slid up to his tip, her thumb circling the very top. Her other hand fell down his member to tenderly run her nails along the ballsack beneath it. She then took it in her palm and fondled it, her curiosity getting the best of her. “How,” Iona began quietly, eyes lifting to meet his, finishing her question.

She had no idea what to do.

Cas let out another moan of pleasure as Iona started to move her hips, no longer needing his own aid, yet his hands on her cheeks was exactly where he wanted them. Her own moan against their kiss rocked him as he could feel her getting wetter from beneath the cloth of his trousers. Iona pushes her self up, her hands upon his chest. He looked upon her his eyes taking in her form once again as the fire glistened off her pristine skin.

Her beauty had always mesmerized the dragon, ever since he saw her walking out from the lake when they first met. This was different, instead of him baring his eyes from her naked form she allowed him to view her to run his hands among her body. He glanced upon the scar on her breast again before meeting her eyes. Even after all that had happened to her she was allowing him to take his pleasure in her. He had always noticed how much she tried to please him and even now that aspect of her did not leave.

He would let her do just that, that is why he gave her the ability to do just that.

She leaned in and kissed him once again with those soft lips, whispering gently as they made her way down his jaw line. She had just given herself to him with those words which just ignited the fire in his chest even more. Her kisses trailed lower down on his chest, his heart beating so fast that he thought it would burst from his chest. Her gentle hands worked to undo his belt buckle and slowly she pulled down up them until they were past his member. Cilas let out a large breath of relief as the cold air wrapped its around him, his cock throbbing. He looked down to see that she paused looking at it.

He knew, and he would let her take all the time she needed.

Finally she started to remove the rest of his clothing, Cilas lifting his hips briefly to help her. Their eyes met briefly and he noticed the hesitance in them, but it did not stop her as her hand wrapped around him. Her hand felt cold upon his skin, not that she was cold but because of how aroused he was. It was a tender touch as she started to slowly started to mover her hand up and down its length. He moaned as her other hand played with his sack. The nerves all along his shaft and sack lit up especially the head. God how he waited to feel her softly palms around him.

How a simple question as it opened so many possibilities. He moved his hand down and pushed back her hair over her ear to look at her face. His hand trailed down her cheek to her lips and he traced them with his thumb. Soft and subtle, no words need be said for him to tell her. He wanted those lips around him, to feel her tongue along the length of him. He wanted to feel all of her. He placed his hand upon hers which was stroking him and tightened his hand on hers telling her to tighten her grip as well.

As Cilas reached for her, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ear, she leaned into his touch. His hand was so warm when it fell to her cheek. It was callused and hard, a clear sign that it was accustomed to hard labor. And, despite his palm not being the softest thing to touch her skin, she loved it. His thumb moved to caress her lips, sending a shiver down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him then, to be reminded of how his own lips felt against her own. But his message, his request wasn’t clear until he reached for her with his other hand. Her eyes followed the movement, watching them and feeling them take her hand that gently held his stiff member. He forced her to tighten her grip, letting her know she hadn’t been holding him tight enough. It was then that understanding struck her. Cilas did not speak, but touching her lips and tightening her around him made the connection she needed. He had kissed her, bit her, sucked her, and licked her. This was his request, for her to do the same to him.

Her eyes rose to meet his as she bit her lip briefly. Her heart quickened at the idea of tasting him. She turned her head to push her lips into his palm, kissing him lovingly as a way of accepting his request. It was beautiful that no words were needed for them to understand each other. They trusted each other, knowing they would never harm the other, and they would do anything and everything to please. Iona looked down at his member, her thumb now wet from his own natural fluid that slowly emerged from the very tip. For a moment she pressed her finger against the tiny spot with great gentleness, rubbing it lightly. Then, Iona slid her hand down his shaft, keeping the grip Cilas had given her. She slowly leaned down, hesitating for a heartbeat when she was a hair away from him, until she planted her lips upon to top, dipping them in his warm liquid. Another kiss was added, this one a little more on the side of his tip. She followed its shape around, as if exploring the head with a series of kisses. When she returned to the top, Iona gingerly slid her tongue tip across him, licking up any more liquid that emerged from the little hole.

Her tongue followed the path she’d made with kisses all around his tip, then she moved down to kiss the skin below it. There was a brief pause as she repositioned herself so she could reach further down, and she slid her tongue along his entire length from the base to the top. She moved to another side and did it again, and then again, until the majority of his member was wet from her saliva. Iona glanced up at Cilas, silently wondering if she was pleasing him enough. She knew there was far more to do than just lick him, and so she decided to go a little further. Moving back to the top, she slowly slid her lips around him, pushing the head into her mouth. Instantly her tongue explored it, no longer quite so gentle as she was driven by lust. Once the entire tip was sheathed, she sucked, moved further down his shaft, and sucked again. As she worked her way down, her hands finally got to work. One slid along his shaft, still maintaining the grip she was given. It moved up and down, gradually adding to the speed depending on how he reacted. Her other hand hand taken his sack into her palm once more, fondling it and squeezing it just a tad harder. She was testing how far she could go, how hard and fast she could please him before she would cross a line. Iona trusted Cilas would warn her if she started going a little too far.

She bit her lip when his unspoken words got to her, he cared not if she did want to or not, he was fine with receiving exactly what she was doing now. It was when she turned to kiss his palm that he realized that she would accept his request, as her thumb against the opening of his member and he let out another groan of pleasure. Every time she circled it with her thumb the nerves at the end shot out sending chills down his back and deep into his groin. Slowly her hand worked its way back down his shaft while she leaned over.

It was as if lightning had struck him, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes as more precum came out the first time her lips kissed his head. Kiss after kiss followed and he just savored the feel of those luscious lips. She still held that firm grip upon his shaft as her tongue started to join in licking up the precum on the top of his head. From the rougher topside to the smooth underside of her tongue it circled, her saliva just coating it. A brief moment of respite followed as Cilas was able to breathe now, but it did last as her tongue ran its way up and down the shaft.

”Oh god..”

His words were cut short as she moved back to the top and put her lips completely around him. He was surprised at her sudden ferocity. He wanted more of this! He wanted more of her tongue dancing around as the head of his cock was in her mouth and slowly she put more and more of it in. His hands entangled themselves in her hair as he briefly looked down at her. Her hands did not stand by idly as they stroked his shaft following the movements of her mouth and her other one fondling and squeezing upon it. A moan followed as she squeezed. A pleasurable pain overtook him as he let out his moans, her tempo changing every time. She let go of his shaft momentarily as she licked up his sack and sucking upon each testicle. His knee raised as his toes dug into the ground. His hand pushed as she put him back in her mouth.

His breathing started to get heavier as he leaned his head back again and closed his eyes to focus only on what he was feeling. His tongue licked his lips as he could taste her once again. The tight, warm and wetness of her around his fingers. The scent of her womanhood flooded his nose. He could feel a tightness swell in his groin as he recalled everything again and again! He wanted to taste her again, to feel her around him even more! His breathing became shallow as he unintentional was grabbing at her hair far more roughly. It was then that he lost his breath and pushed her head down as far as she would let him and he let out a loud long moan as he felt himself unload into her mouth. His body convulsed as his cock throbbed with each load.

I”m…I’m s–sorr…” He could barely get the words out as he finally caught his breath. Even after cumming this once he was still fully erect as he still craved more from her

Iona let Cilas run his hands through her hair, yet she did not look up at him. Her eyes had fluttered shut, allowing her to be guided solely by tough. It allowed her to focus more on the feeling of him as well, and the taste. It heightened her senses, even though she was not the one on the receiving end any longer. His moan shivered her spine as she squeezed his sack. It let her know that she was doing him right, she had yet to cross any lines. But then she wondered. How much further could she go? Driven by her blind lust, she released his member from her mouth’s hold and tenderly kissed her way down his shaft. Down, down, down… until she reached his balls. Her tongue explored them, all around and in between before she locked her lips to them and sucked. She was gentle at first, only sucking harder whenever he seemed to enjoy it. Still, even as she moved back up and returned his member into her mouth, she did not open her eyes when she felt his leg lifting slightly. Then, he pushed himself further into her mouth a little.

Iona sucked harder in response, tongue ravaging his tip and all of the liquid emerging. His breathing quickly turned swift and shallow, as if he was losing his breath. Iona squirmed just a little, the throbbing between her legs growing to such a great intensity it was difficult to ignore. It ached so terribly she nearly sobbed to be satisfied. He gripped her hair, pulling it until it stung. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Even she had lost control over her own strength when he pleased her. So she continued, sucking harder, faster, while her hands stroked and fondled him with matching speed.

Then, very abruptly, he pushed her further down his shaft. Her eyes shot open from surprise, a hum in response muffled. The tip of his member reached the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex. Her throat tightened around him as it naturally tried fighting him off, but she didn’t fight him. This was what he wanted, so she would give it to him. She didn’t mind, either. In fact, she enjoyed it. Having him so deep in her mouth helped her imagine what it would be like to have him inside when he takes her. Cilas let out a drawn out moan, one louder than the others. She was held down when warm liquid shot into her mouth and throat. She wouldn’t pull away, she wouldn’t fight. It left her with only one option: swallow. And so she did. She drank it all as quickly as she could until it stopped.

His breathlessness nearly prevented him from speaking an apology. Slowly, Iona slid herself off of him and lifted her head, mouth agape with heavy and loud breaths. Her eyes were still closed, a little bit of his fluid leaking down her chin. Her chest heaved as she took a moment to breathe. Her hand that had been stroking him returned to its initial caressing, as a way of keeping him pleased so he wouldn’t go too long without being touched. As if such a thing would cause his lust to die down. When she finally opened her eyes, they turned to look down at him. And, with a loving smile appearing on her flushed face, she released her hold on him and put her hands on the ground at his sides. Iona leaned down, planting a kiss just above his member. Then there was another slightly higher, then another as she slowly crawled her way up his body. Once she finally reached him, she placed a single hand upon his cheek and kissed him. Not passionately, but lovingly, tenderly, slowly.

She was mentally preparing herself. In this very moment, each sight, each sound and each feeling she’d experienced in that cabin flooded her mind. The entire scenario replayed itself over and over and over again. It returned her fear now that she was so close to allowing Cilas entry. And yet, her body still burned, the wetness between her legs still came with her throbbing ache. It was as if her mind wanted her to remember everything from before so that she can see the difference with Cilas, so she would prove to herself that this was her choice. She allowed it. She loved Cilas, and he loved her. She knew he would be gentle with her—he would never hurt her. This time was different.

She broke the kiss and hovered over his lips for a moment, before she pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. His beautiful silver eyes shined like the moon she always adored. So pure, so gentle. “Apologize for naught,” she whispered. “I am yours now. I give you free reign over me. Whatever your pleasure, I will give it gladly.” Slowly, she reached down between them and took his member into her hand. Her eyes remained locked onto his as she dropped her hips over him. A gasp escaped her lips the moment his round tip pressed against her wet valley between her inner lips. Her heart beat so powerfully it felt like a bird trying to break free from its cage. She released a ragged breath as her hand and hips moved in unison, sliding his tip up her womanhood with a snail’s pace. Iona whimpered, her opening craving, begging for him far stronger than before. Once his tip slid over her nub, she moaned quietly and guided his member back down. The tingling, the heat, everything intensified compared to being touched by his hands. Perhaps it was with the knowledge of what it was that touched her that made it so much more… exciting. Like it had when he’d touched her with his tongue.

Finally, his tip sat against her leaking entrance, poised and prepared for entry. She took a few more breaths to ready herself. Then, she gingerly lowered herself. Her mouth gaped and brows furrowed slightly as she stretched around him. He was so much larger than his fingers, and it slid in with just as much ease. Little by little, he delved deeper and deeper. Until she was sitting atop him. So large… So deep! “Cilas,” she breathed, her voice almost a moan. Her breathing quickened, fingers pressing hard in his chest. It was clear she was aroused just by having him within her. The pressure was great inside, only adding to her pleasure. Her inner walls were not accustomed to sheathing something so large, not even after all that had happened. She looked down into his eyes, pleading, “Cilas, please…”

He did not know he was close to cumming, and had meant to release himself himself out of her mouth. He admitted he was pleasantly shocked when she did fight him pushing down and turned on even more when he felt her throat and tongue swallow his semen, the sensation of her throat tightening around the head of his member sent his nerves into overdrive. He still couldn’t get out any words as his body was in a state of euphoria. He did manage to release his grip on her hair, it flowing it back down in a tangled mess.

Ever so slowly he felt her start to rise, and when her lips surround his head his nerves fired off again. Her breathing was loud, heavy and deep in he felt a small bit of guilt, but at the same to know she would do that lit the fire in him. Even still she tried to keep him aroused by stroking him. He looked down at her as she finally caught her breath, their eyes met and she smiled her cheeks red against her pale skin. Hands planted at either side of him as she kissed her way back up to his lips. Her soft hand was placed upon his cheek and leaned down and kissed him.

It was a different, loving kiss. A changed he did not mind as he returned her kiss. Slowly their kiss broke, as they stared into each other’s eyes. How he could just lose himself in those beautiful eyes of hers, they were always full of kindness and caring. Never had he met someone so pure in his life, maybe that is what caused him to fall for her so hard. Her soft whisper once again giving herself to him as she moved to straddle him. She reached down and grabbed ahold of his member again. Her hips lowered as his breath escaped as he felt her wet lips on his head. She teased him running his tip along her wet lips. Not only was she teasing him but herself as well as her moan filled the air.

Slowly she moved him back down to her opening, Cilas running his hands up her thighs as he felt his heart race again. How he had waited for this, wanting and craving it…and he could tell by her moans and look on her face she did now as well. His touch against her legs has he watched her take a few breaths. Her hips lowered more and as the head of his cock plunged into her Cilas closed his eyes little out a groan to meet her own. The pressure of her tightening around him, and her natural wetness and heat just set off every nerve it stuck. It was like bliss as he slid further and further in, hands squeezing her thighs in response to her fingers pushing against his chest. ”God damn.. he let out when she took his whole length.

She whimpered out his name, asking for him. He could see the look of want in her eyes. It was clear from how wet she was and her gaze that she was just as lust filled as he was. He ran his hands up the length of her thigh grabbing a hold of her waist, and repositioned his legs so he could brace the ground with his feet. She asked and she would receive, he moved his hips down slowly feeling her walls tightening around him as his member slid down, before thrusting his hips back up. Smack rang out as their skin collided. Another moan escaped him again as he repeated the movement faster.

He watched as her bosom bounced from each thrust her cries ringing out like music to his ears. He reached down with his fingers to her ass and pulled up on her cheeks with the tips of them, spreading them apart. Even though he could get a good tempo going it was hard for him to go as he wanted with the ground beneath, it would be up to her to change any flow.