Ely positioned herself over Mark, her legs spreading astride him with a mix of shyness and determination that made her body tremble slightly under the weight of anticipation.
Her pale skin, cold to the touch yet gradually warming with constant friction, contrasted erotically with Mark's burning, pulsing heat, creating sensations that drove him mad with desire.
Her pussy, already wet and swollen from earlier arousal, brushed against the hardened length of his penis, spreading her juices like a natural lubricant that eased every movement.
Mark looked at her with an intensity that reflected raw, animal desire, his cock throbbing against her, ready to claim her completely.
"Master… please," Ely whispered, her voice a thread of silk frayed by emotion and growing need, trembling like leaves in an autumn wind. Her hands rested on Mark's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart—a living, pulsing contrast to the supernatural stillness of her own.
She leaned forward, her white hair falling like a silken curtain around them, wrapping them in an intimate veil.
Instead of kissing her mouth, Mark buried his face into her exposed neck with a possessive growl, biting down hard on the sensitive skin there, leaving a red, swollen mark that spread like a territorial claim, a bruise standing out vividly against her undead pallor.
Ely moaned loudly, arching her neck to give him better access, her vagina clenching in anticipation, releasing more juices that trickled down her inner thighs.
"Don't rush," Mark murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse and heavy with lust as he guided her with firm, exploratory hands.
His hands slid down her back with deliberate slowness, removing the remnants of her light armor until she was completely naked, exposed before him like an offering.
He caressed her breasts with precision, pinching the hardened, rosy nipples between his fingers, tugging them with increasing pressure that made her gasp and arch.
Ely bit her lower lip, her moans filling the room like an erotic melody—musical and desperate—exciting him even more, making his cock fully hard, pre-cum dripping against her inner thigh.
She moaned louder, her blue eyes closing in pure ecstasy as her hips moved instinctively against him, rubbing her wet, swollen pussy along the hard length of his cock, spreading her arousal like natural lubricant.
"Master… it feels… so good, so intense, like every touch of yours sets me on fire inside," she whispered, her body trembling with each caress, her breasts rising and falling with breaths that mimicked life.
Her hands explored Mark's body with initial clumsiness, tracing the tense muscles of his abdomen, moving down to wrap around his cock again with cold but firm fingers, pumping with motions that grew more confident and rhythmic with each second, as if learning from his reactions, from the low groans escaping him.
Mark growled, pleasure surging back strongly, a pulse that made him tense and throb in her hand, but he restrained himself, focusing on her.
He turned her gently yet firmly, placing her beneath him on the disheveled bed, their bodies aligning in a dominant position that made him feel powerful and protective at once.
He bit her neck again, leaving more marks, moving down her collarbone to capture a nipple between his teeth, tugging hard while his tongue soothed it with hot, wet licks, sucking until the nipple stood rigid and sensitive.
Ely gasped, her nails digging hard into his back, leaving deep red trails that only fueled his desire further, making his cock leak more.
His fingers moved down with determination, exploring between her legs with precision, finding her slick and ready, her vagina soaked with juices that coated his fingers as he caressed her swollen clit in soft, persistent circles, pressing and rubbing until she writhed beneath him.
"Mark… ah! Please, more… go deeper," Ely panted, his name slipping out between moans as her hips lifted to meet his fingers, her vagina clenching in spasms that signaled how close she was to climax.
Mark bit her other breast, leaving symmetrical marks, his mouth sucking and pulling while his fingers sped up, pumping in and out of her vagina in a rhythm that made her even wetter, her juices dripping down her thighs and the base of his fingers.
He carefully inserted one finger, feeling the tight barrier of her virginity, moving slowly to prepare her, adding a second when she relaxed, curling them to find that sensitive spot inside her that made her scream, her inner walls pulsing around his fingers.
She tensed as a preliminary orgasm crashed over her like a violent wave, her vagina convulsing and releasing a gush of fluid that soaked the bed and his hands.
When Ely was at her limit, trembling and begging in a broken, hoarse voice, Mark positioned himself over her, his thick, hardened cock pressing against the entrance of her vagina, rubbing along her swollen lips to coat himself in her juices.
"Look at me," he said, their eyes locking in a bond of intensity that transcended words, charged with possession.
He entered slowly, centimeter by centimeter, his cock stretching the virgin walls of her vagina, giving her time to adjust to the invading thickness, to the initial pain that crossed her face like a shadow of agony mixed with pleasure.
Ely gasped—a sharp, guttural sound of pain blended with rising pleasure—but wrapped herself tightly around him, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him deeper, her vagina fitting around his cock like a tight, wet glove, clenching in spasms that milked him.
"Keep going… please, Master… make me yours, fill me with your cock," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears of ecstasy and absolute devotion.
Mark moved gently at first, thrusting in a slow, deep rhythm that allowed pain to turn into overwhelming pleasure, each thrust sending waves of sensation through them both, his cock sliding in and out of her vagina with increasing ease thanks to her abundant wetness.
The rhythm gradually intensified, becoming more passionate and raw.
Mark slammed into her harder, his cock driving deep into her vagina, colliding with her cervix on each thrust, with their bodies crashing together, the wet sound of skin on skin and her filled pussy echoing through the room alongside their mingled moans.
Ely was a whirlwind of sensation: her pussy tight, wet and hot now, responding to every movement with contractions that massaged him, sucking his cock as if unwilling to let it go.
He bit her neck again, leaving more swollen red marks, while his hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding the rhythm, his fingers digging into her pale flesh.
"Master… deeper! Your cock… feels so big inside me, it stretches me so much!" Ely cried, her legs wrapping tightly around him, pulling him in to penetrate her harder, her vagina clenching in spasms that pushed him to the edge, her juices dripping down the base of his cock and his balls with every thrust.
Mark growled, sweating heavily, his thrusts growing erratic and wild as pleasure built in his balls, feeling her tighten around his cock again and again, her inner walls pulsing.
He felt Ely reach her climax first, her vagina convulsing in a powerful orgasm that made her scream his name.
"Mark!"
She clenched around his cock in rhythmic pulses that milked him, releasing even more juices that streamed down her thighs and the base of his cock.
That pushed him over the edge.
With a final growl, Mark came inside her, his cock throbbing as he ejaculated thick, hot spurts deep into her vagina, filling her to the brim.
Their bodies trembled together in shared climax, waves of pleasure washing through them until they were left exhausted, tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs and mixed fluids.
After a long while, in the heavy, silent afterglow, they slowly separated, their bodies still sensitive and trembling.
Mark stood first, his cock now soft and coated with their mixed fluids, and began to dress with precise but tired movements.
He put on his black robe, tightening the belt with hands that still shook slightly.
Ely, wearing a satisfied smile and red, swollen marks on her neck and breasts like trophies of their union, put her silver armor back on piece by piece, covering her body with the grace of a legendary warrior.
Once they were fully dressed, the two of them decided it was time to move on.