FREE USE in Primitive World

Veylara’s breathing was getting rougher and rougher.

Her body remained extremely tense in his lap, her tight breasts rising and falling rapidly against his arm, the slightly bushy mound of her pussy even hotter and sensitive where his hand had been.

The explanation of sex, the feeling of his finger inside her, the sight of him openly tasting what he had taken from her... each new piece of information was clearly stacking on top of the last, leaving the proud Warchief temporarily without a script.

She was like a marionette, at the full mercy of her marionettist.

..

Sol did not give the stunned silence time to harden into second thoughts.

He rose from the submerged ledge, lifting Veylara with him as if her mature, powerful body weighed nothing.

Water cascaded off both of them in silver sheets. Before she could fully process the change in position he turned her in his arms, spinning her so that they faced each other fully, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

The thick, aching rock-hard cock settled directly against the soft, slick heat of her pussy... trapped between their lower bodies,

Her plump outer lips, still slick from his earlier finger-fucking, parted slightly around the his cock as he pulled her closer.

The soft dark curls of her mound brushed the upper side of his cock. The searing heat of her freshly opened pussy pressed along the underside of his cock from base to tip.

Every small shift of either body dragged that slick, virgin pussy along his cock in a slow, filthy grind that made Sol’s jaw tighten with the effort of not simply lifting her and driving home.

Veylara’s breath left her mouth in a sharp, startled exhale, as his cock rubbed insistently against her hot slick pussy, as if waiting for a chance to ravage it.

Sol claimed her mouth again before the sound could turn into words.

The kiss was deep and unrestrained from the first second... tongues sliding, saliva mixing, the residual taste of her own pussy still lingering between them.

One hand locked at her back, the other splayed across the strong curve of her ass, keeping her hips pressed firmly against his so that every subtle shift ground his cock along the wet seam of her pussy.

The cold mountain water lapped at their legs. The moon watched through the trailing willow branches. And between them the heat built with every wet, open-mouthed second that passed.

He kissed her until her breathing turned uneven again, until the proud tension in her spine softened another fraction under the sheer insistence of his mouth.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing harder than before, and spoke in a low, rough voice that barely contained his hunger.

”Don’t worry,” he murmured. ”Just trust me. I’ll teach you everything... and show you how good sex can actually be.”

Veylara’s deep blue eyes searched his for a long moment. The usual cold clarity was still there, but it had been joined by something more uncertain... curiosity, residual shock, and the first reluctant threads of want, as she tried to contain the unfamiliar heat still pulsing between her thighs.

After a heartbeat she gave a small, almost coy nod, the motion so uncharacteristic on the Warchief’s face that it sent another hard pulse of lust straight through Sol’s cock where it remained trapped against her pussy.

That nod was all he needed.

He kissed her again, slower this time but no less thorough, and while their tongues tangled he gathered the mixed saliva from both their mouths.

When he pulled back he spat a thick strand of saliva into his palm, then reached down between their bodies and wrapped that hand around his own cock.

He stroked himself slowly, coating the thick shaft and the flushed head with their combined saliva until the entire length glistened wetly under the moon.

The cool night air against the heated, lubricated skin made him throb harder in his own grip.

Then he took one of Veylara’s hands and guided it down to replace his own.

”Hold it,” he instructed, voice dark with barely restrained hunger. ”Like this. Move your hand. Up and down.”

Veylara stared down between them for a moment as if the request itself were another impossible revelation.

She looked at the thick, saliva-slick cock now resting in her palm as it was a weapon she had never been trained to wield.

The thick, veined shaft resting against her lower stomach looked even more intimidating up close... she could clearly feel the intense heat of it, the thumping pulse of blood beneath the skin, the slickness because of their shared saliva and the residual wetness from her own pussy.

But after a brief, visible hesitation she obeyed. Her strong and calloused fingers from years of spear work wrapped carefully around him.

Her hand began to move... tentative, unpracticed, a little too careful at first.

She started slowly.

Up the length.

Down to the base.

A slight, uncertain twist of her wrist as she learned the weight and heat of him.

Sol’s head tipped back for a second, a deep, involuntary groan leaving him.

The Warchief of the Veynar... Layer 4 warlord, mother of Kira, the woman who had just finished conquering the entire northern expanse of the Great Orrath... was standing naked in a moonlit pond with his cock in her hand, obediently stroking him because he had told her to.

The sheer details of it made his cock throb in her hand. As every careful movement of her stroking sent another wave of pleasure rolling up his spine.

The soft, slightly bushy heat of her pussy still brushed the upper side of his shaft with every small shift of her hips. He could have come from the knowledge alone if he had allowed himself to.

Honestly, it felt like true heaven.

Sol let out a low, rough groan of pure appreciation but he had no intention of staying idle.

While she continued the slow, instructed strokes, Sol set about learning the rest of her body with the same thoroughness he had applied to her mouth and her pussy earlier.

His hands slid up her bare back first, mapping the strong lines of muscle beneath the soft skin, then lower, until both palms filled with the full, firm curves of her ass.

Because she was Layer 4 he did not need the careful restraint he used with other girls.

He gripped hard... fingers sinking deep into the soft, elastic flesh, spreading the cheeks, kneading them with open, greedy appreciation.

The smooth skin, the resilient give, the way the muscle beneath flexed when she tensed under his hands... he enjoyed every bit of it without holding back.