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Complex reasons had brought her to this pond tonight... reasons of power, of curiosity, of the strange, reluctant pull this particular man exerted on her after everything they had survived together. Those reasons remained tangled and only half-examined.

But... the result was all that mattered.

So, she stayed exactly where she was while he rubbed the length of his cock against her open folds.

Sol, unaware of her inner thoughts. continued the rubbing without stopping.

He only felt the way her body remained pliant against his, her thighs stayed slightly parted as he wanted, the way fresh slickness continued to leak from her with every pass of his cockhead along her folds.

The broad head dragged up through her soft, wet curls, then down again, parting the plump outer lips just enough on each stroke to let more of her heat kiss the sensitive cockhead.

Every minor increase in pressure made those soft outer lips open around him, and each time they did, another rush of hot wetness spilled out to greet him, coating the head and the upper shaft until both of them were glistening under the moonlight.

The dark curls scraped lightly over the flared ridge of his cockhead.

The plump lips kissed and parted around him, as if her pussy itself was already trying to swallow him... soft, eager, and almost indecently ready despite her complete inexperience.

His cock was as hard as it was physically possible to be.

Thick veins stood out clearly along the shaft, throbbing in time with his pulse.

The cockhead was already flushed dark and leaking its own clear fluid that mixed with hers every time he dragged it through her folds. So sensitive from the prolonged teasing that even the soft drag of her curls sent sharp sparks of pleasure up his spine.

The intense need ache to finally bury himself inside the tight virgin heat he had only explored with a single finger had become nearly painful.

He had already been patient enough.

He had conditioned her with his mouth, his hands, his tongue in her mouth and on her breasts and between her legs. He had made her taste herself on his finger.

He had left dark marks on her neck and swollen both of her nipples until they stood tight and abused against his chest. There was nothing left to wait for. She was fully ready to take him in.

Sol crouched a bit lower, adjusting the angle until the thick head of his cock settled perfectly against the soft, slick entrance nestled within those plump outer lips and dark curls. He pushed... just a little at first... using the blunt pressure of the cockhead to slowly open her.

Her outer lips stretched around the thick cockhead as it finally breached her.

The sensation that greeted him almost made him cum on the spot.

So soft and so hot.

Almost instantly, hot liquid and velvety softness wrapped around the invading cockhead... hot liquids... her own natural slickness, thicker and more abundant now... spilled around the intrusion as if her body had been waiting for exactly this moment to release them.

The soft inner walls fluttered wildly against the sensitive head in shocked pulses.

Sol let out a deep, controlled exhale through his teeth, forehead dropping against hers for a second as he forced himself not to simply drive forward and take everything at once.

Veylara’s breath hitched sharply.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The strong muscles of her thighs tensed. He could feel the exact moment her body registered the first true stretch of something far thicker than a finger beginning to open her.

A small, raw sound escaped her throat... half gasp, half something closer to a whimper... before she bit it back. Her deep blue eyes had gone wide and dark, as the unfamiliar pressure continued to increase.

Sol moved his cock around around, and finally found the perfect angle.

Then without any more testing or careful inching. he pushed in one violent, decisive motion.

He buried himself fully in a single powerful thrust that drove the entire thick length of his cock through the tight, virgin heat of her pussy until their lower bodies were almost completely merged.

His hips met the soft give of her mound and the strong curve of her thighs.

The slightly bushy dark curls of her pussy pressed against the base of his cock and the skin above it.

He was inside her to the hilt... every throbbing inch finally sheathed in the searing, silken grip of a pussy that had never taken a man before.

Veylara’s breath left her body all at once.

A sharp, broken scream tore from her throat before she could stop it... raw, startled, and completely unlike any sound the sovereign Warchief of the Veynar had ever allowed another living soul to hear.

Her entire body went rigid in his arms.

The tight inner walls of her pussy clenched down around his cock in a series of violent, shocked spasms that felt almost punishing in their intensity.

The stretch was clearly overwhelming. The sudden fullness of being opened and filled so completely for the first time left her without language, without command, without anything except the physical feel of his cock buried to the root inside her.

Sol reacted instantly.

His arms locked around her, crushing her bare body against his so that the full soft weight of her abused breasts mashed tightly to his chest and the strong lines of her back and ass were held completely immobile.

At the same time he sealed her mouth with his own, swallowing the rest of the scream and the broken sounds that tried to follow it.

He kissed her deep and hard... his tongue pushing past her teeth, claiming the wet heat of her mouth the same way his cock had just claimed the tighter heat between her legs... while he kept every inch of himself buried inside her, giving her no room to retreat from either invasion.