Yavanna's body still shook in Amory's hands. She shivered from the slightest brush of his fingers. "So sensitive…" He purred with a devilish smile.
Her pale skin glowed pinkish orange from the dim light of the candles. Her flushed breasts rose and fell unevenly and he raised his hand to stroke one of them. She shook more fiercely than before and his smile widened.
He moved his hand and began to stroke her folds again. She moaned softly and he began to press into her again, the soft, moist flesh parted easily for him. Oh, how much he wanted to sink himself into her.
But he could see the hatred in her eyes. The fact that she didn't want to experience, or accept him. He would see that hatred gone by the end of this. He would show her pleasure she'd never experienced before until she was begging for him. Until all she craved was him.
She had told him to just get it over with. His lips quirked into a smile again as he eased another finger into her, stretching her slowly. Her walls quivered around him, squeezing his fingers, he knew her body wanted more. But did she?
It was still a mystery to him, her sudden change in demeanour. But he would make sure she left his bed satisfied. As he traced his tongue across her clit again she trembled and rocked against him. He could taste whatever she'd painted onto her skin, and it only drove him more wild. Her heady female scent clouded his mind with lust.
Tilting his face he bit into her thigh and she gasped raggedly. Her hot blood poured into his mouth and he could feel his mind haze further. The rich, metallic flavour had his heart pounding and his skin turning more feverish.
After drinking his fill he raised his eyes and met her dazed brown ones. Lust was beginning to swirl in those innocent eyes and he could feel how wet she'd become from his simple tasting. He pushed another finger and she groaned deeply, her voice husky and raw already.
Removing his fingers, he swiftly replaced them with his tongue and began to lap up the sticky mess he'd already created. She screeched and he pinned her soft thighs down again. She was a restless thing.
"Amory! That's—no!" She gasped as her small fingers tore desperately at the heavy blankets.
"Tell me what you want." He whispered before he began to push his tongue between her labia. But not entering. He wanted to see how far she would last with his teasing.
"I don't-I don't-"
He pulled away entirely and decided to play innocent, "You don't want me?"
"Amory!" She whined and he couldn't hide his pleased smile.
He circled her opening with his thumb. He could feel her rapid pulse beneath it. Her muscles clenched helplessly around nothing. He could feel her want. It was likely as agonizing as his.
"Just do it again. Please!" The pleading in her voice wrenched his chest and he didn't know why he was teasing her in the first place. His woman was aroused and needed release.
He gladly obliged her and drove his tongue deep inside her. She moaned, torn and breathless, as he began to roll her clit between his fingers. Faster than before he could feel her nearing her second orgasm.
"Oh goodne—" She gasped. "Am-Amory!"
His name from her lips was the purest thing he'd ever heard.
She gripped his tongue, trying to hold onto it with all her might as she came. But his tongue wasn't enough, and he knew it. He slid out as her climax racked her small form. A beautiful sight, he noted with a dark gaze.
Her chest flushed bright red and her eyes glowed white from her magic, he assumed. Even her hands were casting a delicate light from where they clutched the blankets.
Licking his lips, he hovered over her and kissed her swollen lips. A shuddering gasp was released into him and he asked, "What do you want, enchantress?"
"M-more.." She groaned, her body still trembling. "I want more." She repeated. But he was already shedding his remaining clothes.
Without warning he slid past her warm, wet folds and began to shake along with her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her moans. They shook him to his core.
She tensed around him and he choked on his breath. "Yavanna.." He groaned, doing his best to hold on. "I'm not even all the way in yet. Relax, woman." He hissed, her tight sheath painfully gripping him.
Her eyes opened and he saw pain streaking across her lust-laden eyes. "It won't hurt for much longer." He whispered as her muscles allowed him further entry. Ragged gasps tore from both of them as he pressed in his entire length. Her heat encompassed him in a way that made his body thrum with need.
He wanted more of her, but he had to remember this was her first time. Blowing out a tremulous breath he pulled his hips back and felt her insides try to pull him back in. Pleasure raced up his spine and into his head at a dizzying rate. Pushing back in she was still gripping him like a vice.
They both groaned. Amory parted his eyes open to see her lips open in a silent moan, her eyes closed, he couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. Sweat was dripping off both of them, her dark hair was damp with it.
When he began to increase his thrusts her white teeth bit down on her delicious lips. He kissed those tempting lips fiercely, leaving no room for her to pull away. He wanted her every breath, her every moan. All of those small hitched gasps that she seemed to have no control over.