I threw her on the bed as I eyed her body. She had a perfect shape, the kind of woman who had clearly spent many nights alone at the tavern imagining this very moment. I took her dress off slowly, savoring the reveal of her pale skin and the slight shiver that ran through her as the cool air touched her.
"You're beautiful," I said, my voice a low rumble. "But I think you already know that."
She smiled, a genuine one this time, and reached for my belt. "Let me show you how much I appreciate that."
Her hands were sure as she undid the buckle and pulled my pants down. I watched her face, the way her eyes widened slightly at the sight of me, then darkened with a hunger that mirrored my own.
She took me in her hand, her grip firm yet gentle, and leaned in.
The first touch of her tongue was electric. It was a slow, deliberate swirl around the tip, a taste test that sent a jolt straight through me. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she took me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. There was a confidence in her movements, a practiced ease that spoke of a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
She started to move, her head bobbing in a rhythm that was both torturously slow and impossibly satisfying. Her tongue was a thing of wonder, tracing veins and teasing the sensitive ridge with an artist's precision. Every few strokes, she'd pull back until just the tip remained between her lips, her tongue flicking against the slit, before swallowing me whole again.
It was when she started to deepthroat me that I had to grip the bedsheets to keep myself from thrusting into her mouth. She took me deeper, inch by inch, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. The sight of her lips, stretched and glistening, wrapped around the base of my cock, her eyes never leaving mine, was almost too much. There was a worship in her gaze, a devotion that the system would surely classify as a significant step toward that "full and willing surrender" it was so keen on.
I could feel the pressure building, a tightening in my balls that heralded my release. "Mira," I warned, my voice tight.
Her only response was to take me even deeper, to hollow her cheeks and suck with an intensity that was my undoing. I came with a guttural groan, my hips bucking off the bed as I spilled myself into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working, her eyes never leaving mine until the last tremor subsided.
When she finally released me, she was breathing heavily, a satisfied smirk on her face. "That was... something," she said, her voice a little hoarse.
I didn't give her a chance to say more. I rolled her onto her back, my hands tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, the swell of her breasts. I lingered on the peaks, my thumbs brushing against the already hard nipples, earning a sharp intake of breath. My gaze drifted down her body, settling on the dark patch of curls between her legs.
I moved down the bed, my hands parting her thighs. She was already wet, her folds glistening in the dim light of the room. I could smell her arousal, a musky, intoxicating scent that made my mouth water. I looked up at her, catching her eye.
"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.
She just nodded, her lip caught between her teeth.
I lowered my head, my tongue tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and salty, a combination that was uniquely her. I explored her slowly, my tongue tracing the outline of her lips, dipping into her entrance, then circling her clit. She arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I took my time, learning her body, her responses. I found the spot that made her gasp, the pressure that made her writhe. I could feel the tension building in her, the way her thighs began to tremble, the way her hands fisted in the sheets.
"That's it," I murmured against her skin. "Let go for me."
And she did. Her back arched, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm washed over her. I didn't stop, my tongue continuing its assault, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, breathless mess beneath me.
I moved up her body, my lips trailing kisses along her skin. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was still humming with pleasure. I positioned myself between her legs, the tip of my cock brushing against her entrance.
"Look at me," I commanded.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed. I entered her slowly, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate me. She was tight, her walls gripping me like a vise. I sank into her inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt.
We both stilled, the only sound in the room our ragged breaths. I could feel the system pulsing in the back of my mind, a faint, satisfied hum. It was a confirmation, a validation of the connection being forged.
I started to move, my hips pulling back before pushing into her again. The rhythm was slow at first, a deep, steady rocking that built a fire between us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my lower back.
Each thrust was a deliberate stroke, a claiming. I could feel every ripple and contour of her, the way she tightened around me as I drove into her. Her hands were on my back, her nails scoring my skin, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only heightened the experience.
"Faster," she gasped, her hips rising to meet mine.
I obliged, my pace quickening, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. I leaned down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, my teeth scraping against the sensitive peak.
Her response was instantaneous. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on me as another orgasm ripped through her. The added pressure was my undoing. I drove into her one last time, my own release tearing through me, a hot, pulsing rush that left me shaking.
I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the cool night air.
But I wasn't satisfied. "Turn around and lift your ass" I commanded. "I'm not done with you yet."
Mira turned around, her hands gripping the headboard, her ass raised in the air. I knelt behind her, my hands on her hips, my cock already hardening again.