Stella had taken Royce by the hand, and they walked down the beach at sunset. Stella claimed a surprise waited for them, and Royce teased her about the cliché scenery.
"You chose me, remember? It is not my fault I am not original." She teased back. They had hit an area where there seemed to be dense Vegetation. Coming forward, she motioned for Royce to join her, pulling back some branches. It was a hidden lagoon, with a small waterfall of its own. Stella had recruited the girl's help to fill it with candles and a small picnic next to the water. Royce was speechless and Stella was thrilled. She wore a sleeveless shirt and breeches, with a sarong around her waist with a wide brimmed hat, whereas Royce was only in his breeches, clutching his boots and Stella's slippers in one hand. She pulled him forward and they sat.
"Wow, Stells, I do not think… I do not think anyone has ever done something so nice for me before." He turned to face her, and she was on one knee, with a tiny box and tears in her eyes, smiling wickedly. Royce's heart stopped.
"Royce Griffin, of the Southern Tribesmen. Will you take me, Estella Eden - Princess of Deirdre, to be your wife? By law, before the Gods and all to witness?" Her voice was thick with tears, but she was still smiling. Royce fell to his knees in front of her, looking into her eyes. Inside the little box, was a black ring, Stella had carved and polished it herself out of a meteorite chunk she had found as a child. When he nodded, she slid it on his finger and he crushed her against him, tears of his own forming. No words came. He kissed her hard and she kissed back. The food was forgotten, he wanted her now. He had never expected such a display of affection from her - and it moved his soul. She was fire, and he was burning. Pulling her shirt off, holding her to his chest, be ran his hands all over her body. She pulled out of the kiss to run her mouth along his jaw to his neck. She nipped and licked, sending shudders down his spine. Stella began to tug at his breeches and a sense of reality came back. He grabbed her hands.
"Stella, we have never gone that far. Are you ready?" Royce would die if she said no, but he would never force her. She leaned up to kiss him slowly and reached inside the front of his breeches. He sucked in a hard breath when she cupped his length, and she kissed his chest as she caressed him, one hand gently pulling his breeches down. She continued her slow descent, kissing and licking, teasing his nipples taunt. He laced his fingers in her hair and threw his head back, a guttural sound coming from his throat. Holding back all this time, putting her before his pleasure every time. It had taken a toll on his body, and he was afraid he would be too tough. He tried to stop her again.
"Please, my heart. I do not know if I can be gentle, I do not want to hurt you. It will be your first time…" She paused for a moment, still stroking his length, and looked up at him. Never breaking contact, she pushed his tip into her mouth. Slowly. Watching those blue eyes, and her pouty lips wrapped around him - his heart was going to burst in his chest, he knew it. His breathing ragged, she moved him slowly in and out, and he gritted his teeth. The sensation was excruciating, and he never wanted it to stop. Watching her, her eyes never leaving his, she was so wet, she could feel herself dripping. While still making eye contact, she stuck her hand into her own breeches, and touched herself. Moaning with Royce still in her mouth. Royce knees went weak and when she pulled her wet fingers out, she stopped sucking on him to taste herself. He lost it. Grabbing her he began to kiss her feverishly, yanking her breeches down and touching her himself, groaning at how wet she was. He felt like an animal- and Stella was responding in kind. Royce was everywhere, sucking and pinching her nipples, nibbling her neck, rubbing her folds until she was crying out, begging for release. He positioned himself between her legs, his tip touching her slick folds. Stella was squirming, but Royce gritted his teeth, and kissed her slowly, trying to regain some reason.
"My undavo, please. Stay still. The first time for a woman… it might hurt at first. Just … just tell me if it is too much, and I will stop." He saw the flash of fear in her eyes, but soon it was replaced with trust and love. His heart stopped and he kissed her. He could not believe he was so lucky. Royce's member was large, he knew this was going to hurt her. He had to control himself. He pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch, and he felt her hymen. Royce could see the discomfort on her face. He kissed her slowly, and pushed himself in, shooting true. He took her cry of pain into his mouth, and he held her close, staying as still as he could to let her adjust around him. Tears formed in her eyes, and he felt miserable even as his cock throbbed at being squeezed. How could causing her pain to feel so good to him? Was he sick? This is surely what the cosmos was like, stars burst behind his eyelids, and he whispered to Stella reassuringly, shuddering and sweating with the force it took not to move. Stella cupped his face, and after a moment, kissed him back slowly. It was almost painful sitting so still.
Stella moved. He groaned. Feeling that it did not hurt, she moved again. The sensation of being so full was … interesting. The pain was fading fast, replaced by a slow ache. She moved again and Royce shuttered, burying his face in her neck. He could not take it anymore, he pulled slowly out, and pushed gently back in. Stella got it now. It was like stoking a fire, and as he continued to move, Stella moaned his name. She gripped his shoulders and looked into his face. He looked as if he were in pain. She grew concerned, it was not supposed to hurt him, was it? She was tight; she could feel how big he was. Stella stroked his face, trying to see what was wrong, did he - not like it??
"Royce, does it hurt?" She asked softly, and he let out a choked laugh.
"Oh aye. I do not think I have ever been in such pain." Stella grew stiff, attempting to stop him. His head snapped up and he was confused,
"You … you want to stop?" His eyes were dark, half crazed, and he was gritting his teeth, still inside her and rock hard.
"I do not want to hurt you just to please me, please Royce… I do not want you in any more pain. We can just … try later…" Stella tried to hold back the tears, but they fell any way - and then Royce busted out laughing. She was so offended. He was still inside her, rock hard, it was her first time ever, and he was laughing at her. The laughing was causing him to move inside her, and she felt the flames licking her skin even as she grew upset, how dare he? He was smiling now and moving again - a bit faster. Distracted, she looked up at him, his face serious. He leaned forward.
"It hurt because I am holding back, I've been building this hunger for you for a year Stells." His face was serious now, and she could feel the pressure building deep in her belly again. Gods, this felt so good. She moaned, pulling his face close.
"Then don't hold back." She whispered against his lips. Royce's breath whooshed out of him, and he obeyed, picking up the speed. He thrust harder, and he could feel his release coming quickly. Royce gritted his teeth, not yet. Her first. Always her first. He felt her stiffen, her back arch, and she cried out his name. He immediately followed her into the abyss and felt like the world was fragmenting around him. Royce growled her name, thrusting into her hard, one more time. He emptied himself into her and collapsed, barely able to hold himself up enough to keep from crushing Stella. Her legs were slack around him, and she was looking up at him in wonder.
"Let's do that again." She said, and Royce laughed weakly.
"You might be ready, my love, but I think I lost a few years there." He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Royce was still inside her and the shift made her moan. She was on top now, and she began to move, hell he was going to marry a madwoman.
"You're a demon." He whispered, watching her move. His own personal demon goddess. She smiled wickedly, and they made love again. And again.