Feldare Tales: Virtuosa
Deanara leaned into him and moaned deep in her throat, sure of her silence to his ears. He stopped and looked down at her curiously. She blinked up at him, with equal wonder, then realized he had felt her moan with his chest. He could communicate in all the ways of a man, but it had to be translated to other senses, she now knew.
She leaned back into his chest and purred again, and his hands started massaging her shoulders again. When he moved them downward to the middle of her back, the pressure forced her against him tighter and she felt his manhood again, and it was once again, growing.
Emboldened by the darkness, she supposed, she pressed more firmly against his pelvis and wiggled slightly at the gentle, strong touch of his hands. His manhood pulsed against her belly and thigh again, and she felt it throb through the sheer cloth of his tights and her silken gown. It did truly leave little to the imagination, and she could even feel the swollen head of his prick on her thigh, stretching the tights mercilessly.
She once again looked upward, to see what expression he was wearing, and when she did, he kissed her. It was no weak, tentative kiss, either, and his lips pressed firmly to hers. Deanara inhaled sharply and then gave into the kiss, as it was what she wanted, anyway. His tongue brushed over her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, letting him slide it deeply inside.
Again she moaned, and heard him moan in reply. Deanara liked this changing of senses for feedback and tried her level best to stop hearing herself, just to put them on equal footing. She felt him rocking his pelvis slightly in excitement, and knew he was terribly aroused now. It echoed her own feelings, though, and she more than welcomed the touch of his erection. It still frightened her slightly, but far less than it excited her.
She pulled her body back a bit, but kept the intense kiss going, moving her small tongue into his mouth and tickling the roof. His eyes opened, and he wore a slightly worried expression until he felt her hand moving over his thigh inward, toward his swollen organ. Far from offending this muse, she was eager to touch him with her hands, rather than just her belly.
It did not take long, moving from his hip inward, to come across his manhood. If anything, her belly had underestimated its girth. She gasped as her hand slipped over it, then her fingers enwrapped the thick pole. He groaned softly as she moved her hand down it, following its length to the head. Her other hand had been moving in another direction, and was just now reaching the top of his tights. It found the cord there, that held them, and untied it.
Both of her slender hands moved to the top edge of his tights, and pushed gently downward. His penis did not spring free until she had moved the tights over halfway down to his knee. When it did pop back up, it did so spectacularly, actually hitting her belly as it bobbed. With a deep swallow, she looked down at his massive cock. "Oh, my," she said quietly, "I've gotten myself into something big."
He had noted her expression, if not her words. "You do not have to go farther," he said in a soft voice. "I know I am not to every woman's taste."
She swallowed again, and moved both hands toward his bobbing shaft, gripping the soft, supple skin with both hands. The look of slight fear returned to her face when she realized both hands covered only about half of it's length, and her fingers were over a half inch from meeting her thumbs. "One protect me," she said.
A broad smile came to her lips and she looked up at him. "We can try," she said, "but no promises."
He thought he made out what she said. "I promise to stop if it hurts too much," he said.
Deanara slipped the thin strings of her gown off her shoulders and it fell to the ground at her feet, the green cloth puddling around her ankles. She was nude beneath it, as was required by the ultra-sheer silk of this sort of gown. It was now his turn to gasp at her thin-waisted form before him, and her gently swollen breasts. He put his hands on the narrow of her waist and they kissed again.
As they kissed, he moved her gently around him and she felt the fountain's edge against the backs of her knees. It had a wide rim and she found she could easily turn and lay upon it. This was handy, as what was about to happen would be best served by her reclining. However, she had no intention of laying just yet, and found herself sitting down before him. His thick, long cock was still in her tight two-handed grip, and right before her face.
The bulb of the head was far too wide for her mouth to encompass, as she had a few lads before. But she could still lick the head and shaft, which she set about doing. Her little tongue flicked over the sensitive skin and around the wide glans. She then opened her mouth and slid the curved side of his organ over her lips, down to the base. One hand slipped down and cupped a testicle. She was unable to get both in her small hand at one time, so large they were.
He watched her move over and around the long pole. Her little mouth felt wondrous on his shaft, and her tongue was similarly exciting to the head. "You do not have to do that," he said quietly. Her hands moved over the now wet skin of his shaft and she sucked gently on the tip of the head. Just holding this massive cock in her hands and pleasing him with her mouth was exciting her quite a lot, but she wanted more now.
She pulled back, trying to lie upon the stone. However, as she reclined he stood back up. "Not yet," he said, kissing her breast. Deanara ran her fingers through his brown hair and he kissed his way downward to her excited moans. He could feel them through her body, and revelled in the sensation of her arousal.
A loud gasp came from her as his tongue lapped at her entrance, his nose burrowing into the fine, wispy hairs that formed a triangle at the top of her slit. She rose to meet the gentle probing of the tongue, and slowly began to rock her hips upward. His hands remained upon her breasts, and he felt the quick panting she was doing now, rather than the slow, sedate breathing of a person at rest.
With a final twitch, Deanara climaxed, bucking upward and pulling his hair. His mouth was forced tight to her entrance, and his tongue buried itself deep into her slit. She cried out so loudly that he felt it through her body and smiled to know how wild she had just become.
A sense of urgency overcame her and she tugged upon his hair, pulling his head up to hers. Deanara passionately kissed him as he moved above her. Again, one hand wrapped about his thick pole and pulled it into alignment with her tight opening. The reason for her urgency was simple: If she did not get it over with, she feared she would back out.
Her feet slipped up his thighs and then around to meet over his rump. They locked together, and the massive head spread her open. She grunted as even that tiny fraction of his cock entered her. He was a patient lover, though, and waited for her lead. She was not, however, and she knew if she did not get the pain over with, she would never be able to.
Her hands moved onto his waist and gripped him tightly there. With every ounce of strength in both her arms and legs, she pulled him into herself. Instead of him, alone, moving, she slid down the granite partially, as well, and their pelvis' met in one quick stroke. She screamed an exhalation as the wide pole spread her insides wide and plowed far into her body. Surely, she would be bleeding, but she cared little, she had taken him in, now, and knew that it was easier from here on.
For long moments, he simply lay there, his pole impaling the young woman. Her eyes were closed with a mixture of pain and joy and her breathing slowly came down from the near panicked pattern it had been in. The cold shakes left her after that, and her body adapted to its new status of accommodating his giant cock.
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