particularly strong puff tore her clothes from her body.
She was naked to the storm and to the eyes of the male hunting her. All that
remained of her former self was the heavy armlet, but it slept and offered no
assistance to her plight.
Boreas caught her just as she cleared the canopy of trees.
Looking down, she realized this was exactly where he wanted her.
This was where they would join.
In the event horizon of his typhoon, he marked her as his
own. And Vetiver Device, last witch of Merrymint Island, let her warrior have
his way, because in doing so she was having her way too.
His arms caged her. His chest to her back, he pressed a hot
kiss on her bare shoulder. Raw lust made her muscles tense. Her heart was
beating so hard she was certain he could hear its drumming over the roar of the
hurricane.
He ran his palms down her stomach. Lower. Her skin was slick
from the rain, hot from her run. One of his hands insinuated itself between her
legs, while the other curved around her waist. He turned their bodies round and
round in midair, until she was dizzy with more than desire. His clever fingers
slid between her legs and probed until he discovered her wet, aching clit with
the rough pads of his fingertips.
Boreas turned her to face him. He, too, had shed his
clothing, all of his sensuous, exotic skin bare to her gaze. He was bronze all
over, hairless chest heavy with muscle, abdomen firm and ripped, a perfect six
pack above the line of muscle that led in a downward vee to his loins.
His cock was thick and long. The crown of his erection was
wide, round and rouged with his surging blood. His sac was heavy and tight
beneath the base, which was wider than her wrist, and much thicker around. She
felt a thrill of danger. To take him, she would have to be pliant and ready or
it would hurt.
She was already pliant. Wet. Swollen. Eager. Any pain would
be a pleasure and he would stretch her so tight she was already panting with
eager anticipation for the experience.
He lifted her up with his zephyr and settled her over him.
She willingly opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His cock
probed her slit, and with his hands buttressing her ass, he smeared himself in
her silken moisture.
“You’re hot as flame,” he growled, biting her mouth in not
so gentle nibbles.
“You’re as hard as stone,” she gasped, licking his full
bottom lip.
She felt the head of his cock positioned at her entrance and
knew a brief moment of doubt. But he tore through it, as he tore through what
slight barrier remained of her virginity, and claimed her as none had dared
before.
Vetiver would have screamed. But Boreas stole her ability to
breathe, much less cry out. He moved deeper and she realized with a start that
he wasn’t even halfway inside her yet. It was all she could do not to swoon.
With one mighty thrust he seated himself inside, every last
inch filling her whole being. Her vision swam. He rained kisses on her face and
sipped at tears she’d not even known she’d shed.
There was no more pain. Now there was only the slow burn of
desire.
“Move,” she shamelessly demanded. “Move, damn you.”
“Wait a moment,” he cautioned with a small, pleased smile
playing about his lips. “You are new to this. It would punish you to advance in
haste.”
But Vetiver wanted haste. A beautiful, dark wonder bloomed
inside her and it demanded that he move. It wanted friction. It wanted to burst
out in full release.
She started to gyrate her hips, squeezing her sheath around
him, moving for them both. Boreas snarled a curse and gave up all protests,
gifting her with hard, fast thrusts that wrung tiny screams of ecstasy from her
lips. Her breasts bounced in his face as he moved faster, harder, and he caught
one of her nipples between his teeth and gently tugged.
This in turn tugged some magical nerve inside her, making
her clutch his hair in desperation as her cunt squeezed hard around his
fullness then let go in a pulse of wet,
She was naked to the storm and to the eyes of the male hunting her. All that
remained of her former self was the heavy armlet, but it slept and offered no
assistance to her plight.
Boreas caught her just as she cleared the canopy of trees.
Looking down, she realized this was exactly where he wanted her.
This was where they would join.
In the event horizon of his typhoon, he marked her as his
own. And Vetiver Device, last witch of Merrymint Island, let her warrior have
his way, because in doing so she was having her way too.
His arms caged her. His chest to her back, he pressed a hot
kiss on her bare shoulder. Raw lust made her muscles tense. Her heart was
beating so hard she was certain he could hear its drumming over the roar of the
hurricane.
He ran his palms down her stomach. Lower. Her skin was slick
from the rain, hot from her run. One of his hands insinuated itself between her
legs, while the other curved around her waist. He turned their bodies round and
round in midair, until she was dizzy with more than desire. His clever fingers
slid between her legs and probed until he discovered her wet, aching clit with
the rough pads of his fingertips.
Boreas turned her to face him. He, too, had shed his
clothing, all of his sensuous, exotic skin bare to her gaze. He was bronze all
over, hairless chest heavy with muscle, abdomen firm and ripped, a perfect six
pack above the line of muscle that led in a downward vee to his loins.
His cock was thick and long. The crown of his erection was
wide, round and rouged with his surging blood. His sac was heavy and tight
beneath the base, which was wider than her wrist, and much thicker around. She
felt a thrill of danger. To take him, she would have to be pliant and ready or
it would hurt.
She was already pliant. Wet. Swollen. Eager. Any pain would
be a pleasure and he would stretch her so tight she was already panting with
eager anticipation for the experience.
He lifted her up with his zephyr and settled her over him.
She willingly opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His cock
probed her slit, and with his hands buttressing her ass, he smeared himself in
her silken moisture.
“You’re hot as flame,” he growled, biting her mouth in not
so gentle nibbles.
“You’re as hard as stone,” she gasped, licking his full
bottom lip.
She felt the head of his cock positioned at her entrance and
knew a brief moment of doubt. But he tore through it, as he tore through what
slight barrier remained of her virginity, and claimed her as none had dared
before.
Vetiver would have screamed. But Boreas stole her ability to
breathe, much less cry out. He moved deeper and she realized with a start that
he wasn’t even halfway inside her yet. It was all she could do not to swoon.
With one mighty thrust he seated himself inside, every last
inch filling her whole being. Her vision swam. He rained kisses on her face and
sipped at tears she’d not even known she’d shed.
There was no more pain. Now there was only the slow burn of
desire.
“Move,” she shamelessly demanded. “Move, damn you.”
“Wait a moment,” he cautioned with a small, pleased smile
playing about his lips. “You are new to this. It would punish you to advance in
haste.”
But Vetiver wanted haste. A beautiful, dark wonder bloomed
inside her and it demanded that he move. It wanted friction. It wanted to burst
out in full release.
She started to gyrate her hips, squeezing her sheath around
him, moving for them both. Boreas snarled a curse and gave up all protests,
gifting her with hard, fast thrusts that wrung tiny screams of ecstasy from her
lips. Her breasts bounced in his face as he moved faster, harder, and he caught
one of her nipples between his teeth and gently tugged.
This in turn tugged some magical nerve inside her, making
her clutch his hair in desperation as her cunt squeezed hard around his
fullness then let go in a pulse of wet,
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