He had her exactly where he wanted her now - naked, wet, and beautifully pressed against his own naked body. It was such a struggle to get their clothes off that it almost ruined the moment - almost.
Metas refused to let it go to waste, though. She had lit the fire and then fanned the flames to rise hire - and now that he was at a full rise, she would have to be responsible for it. Somehow her eyes said she didn't mind as she looked up at him with wonder and awe.
"Where were you then, my sweet?" Metas asked as he adjusted her to where her back was leaning against his chest, and then hooked his left arm under her left leg so that he could lift it and expose her glistening petals.
"Oh, fuck-" she breathed out as his fingers gripped her skin with strength and desire. She tilted her head back into the crux of his right arm that had curled around her front and began with squeezing her right breast out of desire. Then, he move his fingers towards the hard little pink buds and gave them special attention as he began to twist and pinch them slowly as though to gauge her tolerance.
"Didn't I warn you, Myranda?" He asked slyly before he tilted his head down and gave her neck little nips from his teeth, and small strokes of his tongue against her skin.
"Keep warning me..." she pleaded and moaned out the more he put pressure on her fully-hardened 'buttons' that were turning a more red than pink the more he teased the sensitive buds.
"Now, where were you?" Metas directed again, this time with more force and heat than before as he became far more emboldened by her body's positive responses to his touch.
Myranda reached for his left arm and pulled his hand towards her and gave his index finger a soft lick as her eyes wandered up to his.
For whatever reason, her action made his erection throb against the small of her back - and he silently noted to repay her seduction with his own once their first 'dance' ended.
"My fingers - they were about...here..." she 'confessed' lustfully and guided his left hand between her legs where his middle and ring finger parted her gentle, wet petals and pushed them as slowly as he could, and as deeply as they would go.
"M-Metas," Myranda moaned out as his large digits 'kicked' back and forth against her soft, clenched canal.
"Yes, that's right - that's where you were, weren't you?" The Alpha asked deeply into her ear and then took his time pushing and retracting his fingers in and out of her virgin cunt.
Once she let out a cry of pleasure from his doings, he quickened his movements and leaned down a bit so that he could get a better angle, as well as put himself in the position to bite at her neck tenderly.
"Yes - oh fuck yes.." Myranda groaned out loudly as her mate curled his fingers up and put gentle pressure on the soft landing just barely out of his reach. Part of him wanted to tease her a little more before he continued on to her G-Spot, and the other part wanted to make her soak his flesh with her orgasms.
"Metas - more - please, more" she begged suddenly, and to the surprise of his ears.
He was happy to oblige her request, but only after he adjusted his hand to where his thumb could reach her hidden pearl beneath the hood of her tight slit. His thumb was large enough to where he could lift to expose the treasure he was after.
"As you wish, my Luna" Metas returned to her with a soft 'pur' to his pleasant tone. This was more than he had dreamed of when he thought of her in his bed as well. This was much more intimate and sexy than he had planned their first bout to be.
He was further pleased when she couldn't help herself anymore and helped herself to his cock so that she could have her own fun teasing her gentle, yet powerful Alpha King.
His body tensed up far more than he had wanted it to - but the warmth of her soft hand wrapping around his erection just felt too good for him to be prepared for. The way she stroked him with a tense grip, but a soft tug was something he had no idea he had needed so badly.
He hissed with pleasure and let her name slip past his lips as her speed picked up, and he lost control at holding back his desire to bite her. His teeth scraped her flesh with wanting, and when she stretched her neck out for him to get a better view of, he went in for the trapezium that connected to her shoulder and gave her a strong bite - not enough to break her skin yet - but just enough that it made her yowl a bit in pleasure.
The pressure that would have cause a jolt of pain in any human, instead lit Myranda's body up as though every good sense had been triggered, and without thinking she cried out his name with excitement.
In turn it caused her hand to grip him harder, and quicken her pace to where she could feel him huffing against her bare flesh as she returned the pleasure he was giving her.
It was just heavy petting - but it still felt as magical as being penetrated for the first time. It hadn't been the first thing either of them imagined doing with one another, but truthfully it felt far more perfect than going straight into raw sex.
"Ahn!~" Myrana let out as Metas' teeth squeezed her flesh tightly and even gave her skin a soft tug as though to assert his 'dominance' over her in the moment.
The Alpha's tactic changed and his fingers picked up the pace as once more they alternated as though they were kicking at her sensitive core. With the movement of his thumb against her pink pebble, it was all so much for her to handle, and being that it was her very first encounter with reaching climax by another - she was easily pulled into a sea of ecstasy that the female happily drowned in as he brought wave after wave of gratification as each peak thrilled her.
"Oh, Metas - ahg~" Myranda called out sweetly as each sound dripped with thick honey at each utterance of sound. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced - and she didn't want it to stop.
Now she wanted to bring Metas to the same conclusion even more. In an intense move, she moved her hand down to his where it was still stirring pulses of pleasure, and removed it from her, only to replace the sopping space with her own fingers, tease herself, and return her now wet hand to his still aching mass.
"Myranda!" Metas let out in shock as her warm fingers brought her own satisfaction to his wanting member, and the lubrication it brought.
The female grinned with a sly delight as she caused her mate to grunt and pant heavily as she began to actively try to bring him closer to the edge of bliss.
Metas could only hold on for just a little longer until he couldn't help himself any further, and he took her right breast into his massive hand and gave it a squeeze to fuel the coming storm of his seed as it spurted from his tip and soaked her back and hand.
"Are you mine, Metas?" She couldn't help but ask with the same fire her soul possessed.
"As long you are mine," he replied with a husky undertone to his words, and once more squeezed her large breast in his hand as the last of his vitality spilled onto her fingers.