Chapter 5 Knight #2
Penetrating her in steady, measured thrusts, I swallow as she gasps and purrs quietly into my mouth, her back arching up off the bed and pushing her petite breasts into my chest. The intercourse I’ve had in the past was robotic and perfunctory.
This is different. I want to discover every inch of her body.
I want to touch her and see how her skin tastes.
Dragging my lips from hers, I cup one breast in my palm, then lower my head and pull her nipple into my mouth, suckling at the tip and exploring the shape with my tongue.
For the first time since I entered her, she makes a loud keening sound, and when I glance up, her neck is arched, her eyes closed, her mouth open.
She likes this. She’s making that sound because what I’m doing is giving her pleasure.
Wanting to hear her make the noise again, I release her nipple and instead cup her other breast, sucking the tip between my lips. Silently, I map the peak with my tongue, listening to the minute changes in her breathing when I increase the pressure until she moans.
My past sexual partners have loudly declared their enjoyment, but I found that I disliked any noise during intercourse other than the bodily sounds that are created by the mechanics of penetration.
Everything is completely different with my doll. As the sounds of her pleasure fill the room, instead of being annoyed, I find myself penetrating her faster and with more force, desperate to hear what other noises I can cause her to make.
Reaching back, I lift her legs higher on my back, and her pants and moans turn to rasps and whines that I catalog, memorizing exactly what I did to make each sound.
“Oh god. Oh my god,” she squeaks as I penetrate her deeper, forcing my penis into her vagina over and over again as her body gets tighter and tighter around me.
Suddenly, she starts to keen, the sound low and frantic as her eyes widen, her muscles tense, and her vagina starts to flutter and pulse, vibrating as I penetrate her one final time before I ejaculate deep inside of her body.
It feels like I release a significantly larger amount of my sperm into her vagina than I ever have before, but I have no quantifiable way of knowing that, because for the very first time, I didn’t use a condom.
Another thing on the list of sexual acts I was looking forward to doing with Octavia was penetrating her without the barrier of a prophylactic, something I’ve never experienced before.
Now that I understand how it feels for my penis to penetrate her vagina without a barrier, I will never willingly agree to use one ever again.
Octavia is my wife and will be the mother of my children, and while I understand the need for the use of condoms in casual interactions, a marriage is different.
As I intend to breed her with our first child as quickly as possible, birth control isn’t something we’ll require.
Then, once we’ve finished having babies, I’ll have a vasectomy so we never have to use them to protect against an unplanned pregnancy.
I know that social convention dictates that I should withdraw my penis from inside of her now that we’ve both reached completion, but I don’t want to.
I’m enjoying the warmth and wetness of being sheathed inside her body, so instead I cup her breast and take her right nipple into my mouth again, wondering if sucking on it without the friction of active penetration will result in the same sounds she made before.
Suckling at her, I mimic my previous movements, then carefully scrape my teeth over the peak.
A low, rough moan vibrates from her, and I smile, happy to have confirmed my hypothesis.
Continuing my ministration for a minute longer, I release her nipple then swap to her other breast, repeating first the sucking and laving, then finally using my teeth until she starts to writhe beneath me, her vagina tightening, then releasing around my penis inside of her.
“Oh fuck. Jesus,” she pants, moving herself up and down my penis as much as she can while beneath me.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, oh my god,” she whines, pushing her breast higher off the bed and into my mouth.
Happy to bring her to completion again, I experiment with different suction pressures, using my teeth, harder, then softer until she lets out a guttural wail, her body tightening as she orgasms for a second time.
Watching her, I take a mental picture of the joyous pleasure that fills her expression, then monitor her as it slowly starts to settle, replaced with a contented exhaustion that I look forward to seeing her express again very soon.
Despite my desire to keep my penis inside of her vagina, her squirming has caused some of my ejaculate to seep from inside of her, and I can feel cooling wetness making a mess beneath us.
Reluctantly, I withdraw my penis from inside of her, watching as my wet, softening length is revealed. For the first time, I take notice of her vagina and the way her opening doesn’t immediately become hidden behind her labia.
Cataloging the position of her legs and the way her spread thighs showcase her body, I memorize the way she’s displayed and how appealing her recently penetrated vagina looks.
The longer I stare at her, the more aroused I become, and I question if I should penetrate her again now or if I should wait until later.
“What did we just do?” Octavia whispers.
“We consummated our marriage,” I assure her simply.
“We’re not married. We’re not together. We barely know each other. Why did I let you just…fuck me?”
“I penetrated you because it’s what we both needed.
We consummated our relationship in our bed for the first time, and I believe you enjoyed yourself.
I felt your body reach completion twice, which I understand is above average, especially the first time you have sexual relations with a new partner. ”
“You penetrated me?” she says, her face twisting into a grimace. “Can’t you just say you fucked me?”
“Is that the vernacular you’d prefer?” I question.
“Yes. Saying you penetrated me feels clinical. At least calling it fucking feels like there was some emotion behind it,” she says, her tone sad.
“If that’s what you’d prefer, I’m willing to call sexual intercourse fucking from now on,” I confirm.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she says, closing her legs and hiding herself from me as she scrambles to the edge of the bed.
“I’ll show you where it is, then we’ll take a nap. You’re tired,” I inform her.
“I can’t stay here. I need to figure out where I’m going to live,” she says, more to herself than me, as she walks a little stiffly toward the open bathroom door.
“You live here. This is our home. I built it for us,” I explain, following her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, spinning around to face me.
“I’ll help.”
“With what?” she snaps. “I don’t need help in the bathroom.”
“Are you sure? I’m more than happy to take care of all of your intimate needs. Does your vagina feel okay? My penis is above average size, but as far as my research has suggested, not large enough to hurt or cause any lasting injury.”
“Jesus, Knight. It’s a pussy and a cock. This is weird enough without you making everything weirder.”
“You’d like me to call your vagina a pussy and my penis a cock?” I clarify.
“A pussy, a cunt, or any other name, as long as you don’t make any reference to clams or any comparison to meat. The only time you call it a vagina is during a medical exam.”
“Duly noted,” I agree. “Then I’d like to check that your cunt is okay after I fucked you.”
Her lips part on a silent moan, and her thighs squeeze together, but despite all my focus being on her face, I don’t miss the barely audible sound of something dripping from between her thighs to the dark wood floor beneath her.
Dropping my gaze to the floor, I quickly look back up to her face, watching heat bloom hotly in her cheeks.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
She shakes her head.
“Do it now, Doll.”
Still shaking her head, her feet shuffle apart, and my gaze dips between her thighs.
“Do you like it when I call your vagina a cunt?” I ask, eyes fixed on her thighs and the heaven I’ve discovered exists between them.
The muscles in her thighs twitch as she clenches them.
“Is your cunt sore, Doll?” I ask gruffly.
“No,” she whispers.
“I fucked you without a condom. I’ve never done that before. But I enjoyed filling you with my ejaculate.”
“Cum,” she whimpers.
“Cum,” I repeat. “I enjoyed fucking my cum into you.”
Two more drops of liquid hit the wood, and I slowly lift my gaze from her cunt up to her face.
“Is that my cum dripping out of you?” I ask.
“I think so. I’ve…I’ve never done it without a condom before either,” she admits, inching her feet closer together again.
“No,” I say. “Keep them spread. I want to watch.”
“You want to watch your cum drip out of me?” she chokes out.
“More than anything,” I admit.
“I don’t…that’s…I’ve never…” she starts, then fails to form a sentence, but I don’t care. She likes it when I say the dirty words she’s asked me to use.
“I enjoyed fucking your cunt, Doll. Pushing my cock into your pussy and filling you with my cum was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.
My second best experience is this…watching me drip out of you, knowing that your pussy is clenching so tight that your body is squeezing my cum out turns me on. ”
More wetness hits the floor, and my dick twitches excitedly.
“Push my cum out of you. Let me watch,” I growl.
Her eyes go wide, but as I dip my gaze, I see her stomach muscles clench a moment before a trail of white, creamy cum drips from between her legs, clinging to her pussy for a long second until it lands on the floor with a silent splash.
“Again,” I order.
Her stomach tightens again, and a second creamy splatter hits the floor.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, then she turns and darts into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.