[AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF A MATURE NATURE. FUTURE CHAPTERS WILL HENCE BE LABELLED WITH THE ADULT WARNING. SO HERE IT FINALLY IS, THE LONG AWAITED FIRST SCENE OF THE STORY. THE FIRST OF MANY.]
Chapter 37: First Time with Freya (II)[R-18]
I'm not sure how it started, but the insults were flying like arrows at a medieval fair. Freya, with her sharp tongue and seductive eyes, was pushing all my buttons. I was determined not to let her get the best of me, so I shot back with my own venomous words. We were both drunk and hazy, but the tension between us was palpable. It was a mix of frustration, heat, and intoxication, and I knew we'd end up tangled together, despite our rivalry.
As I stumbled back in to my place,the air was thick with anticipation. She was still hurling insults at me. But as I reached inside, the atmosphere shifted.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her close, and our lips met in a fierce, sloppy kiss. Our tongues danced together, tasting the remnants of alcohol and the lingering bitterness of our earlier arguments. I could feel her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly into the contours of my own.
With a growl, I pushed her onto the bed, and she let out a gasp of surprise. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my weight. She glared at me, her eyes full of defiance, but I could see the desire burning within them. I smirked, knowing that I had the upper hand.
I traced my fingers down her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. She squirmed beneath me, trying to break free, but I held her firmly in place. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, "You know you want this, Freya."
She scoffed, her breath hot against my cheek. "I don't want anything from you, Kaizen."
I chuckled darkly, my hands moving to the buttons of her shirt. "Liar," I murmured, as I began to undo them one by one. "Your body betrays you."
She tried to push me away, but I was relentless. I slipped the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her black bra. I ran my fingers over the delicate fabric, feeling the outline of her nipples beneath. She moaned softly, her resolve crumbling.
"Fuck you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I grinned, my fingers moving to the clasp of her bra. "That's the plan."
I released the clasp, and her breasts spilled out, heavy and full. I cupped them in my hands, feeling the weight of them, and she arched her back, pressing herself into my touch. I leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, and she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair.
I moved down her body, kissing and nipping at her skin. I could feel her heart racing beneath my lips, and I knew she was close to breaking. I reached the waistband of her dress, and she lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs.
I took a moment to admire her, lying there in nothing but her underwear. She was stunning, and I knew I had to have her. I stood up, quickly stripping off my own clothes, and she watched me with a mixture of lust and anger.
I crawled back onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. She was wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. I ran my fingers through her folds, feeling the slickness of her desire. She moaned softly, her hips rising to meet my touch.
I teased her entrance, my fingers circling her clit, and she writhed beneath me. I could feel the tension building within her, the frustration and desire melding together into a potent cocktail. I slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her eyes widening.
I grinned, my finger moving in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster. She clenched around me, her hips bucking wildly. I added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around my fingers. She cried out, her voice hoarse from our earlier arguments. I increased the pace, my fingers fucking her relentlessly, and she came hard, her body trembling beneath me.
I withdrew my fingers, and she lay there, panting and spent. I crawled up her body, positioning myself above her. She looked up at me, her eyes full of defiance and desire.
"You think you've won?" she asked, her voice breathless.
I smirked, my cock hard and ready. "Oh, I've only just begun, Freya."
I thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. I began to fuck her, hard and fast, my hips slamming into hers. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back, and I could feel the tension building within me.
I reached down, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. I fucked her harder, my cock sliding in and out of her, and I could feel my own orgasm approaching.
She came again, her body shaking with the force of her release. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed. We lay there, panting and sated, our bodies still tangled together.
I rolled off her, lying on my back beside her. She turned to face me, her eyes full of fire.
"That was...intense," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I grinned, my hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "It was, wasn't it?"
She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't get cocky, Kaizen. This doesn't change anything."
I laughed, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "Of course not, Freya. This was just a bit of fun."
She scoffed, pulling away from me. "Right. Just a bit of fun."
We lay there in silence, our bodies still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. But as I closed my eyes, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time we found ourselves tangled together. Our rivalry was too strong, our chemistry too combustible. And as long as we kept fighting, we'd always find a way to fuck each other's brains out.