Lydia
My entire body heats up, more than it was before, more than when Deus made me come simply by sucking on my clit until every atom of my being wanted to explode.
This is different. I feel something change within me, more fluids rushing out of me, my pussy somehow feeling softer, wider, ready.
But for all of this strangeness, one thing is uppermost in my mind, from the moment I told him of how empty I felt and how I wanted…him.
“This is…my first time.”
Deus gazes down at me with awe.
“I mean, what happened to me—it wasn’t the same. He left before he…did that.”
“You have not mated before?”
“No.”
“Then I am the most privileged male in the universe, to be the one you have chosen,” he rumbles. “I promise you, I will be the most gentle I can be.”
He swipes his fingers, coated in his pre-cum, over my lips again, and they tingle with delight. I lick them clean and yet again have the wonderful, warm feeling in my stomach which spreads down and down until my hips buck with delight.
Deus slides a finger over my clit, circling the sensitive nub with absolute precision before slipping his digit into my pussy.
The stretch, just with his finger, is enormous. I still have no idea how I’m going to take his cock, which is, like I was already warned, crudely and on many occasions by Maggie, absolutely huge.
Although, she wasn’t wrong.
He slides in another finger, crooking one up and hitting my mystic g-spot which sends me to the stars, covering him in yet more moisture. A third finger is almost too much, and I’m groaning his name once more.
My legs tremble as Deus rises over me, hooking one hand under my thigh and spreading me wider than ever.
“Now it is your turn to watch,” he says. “Watch me fit with you, my little ember.”
I look down at where he has the tip of his cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip as he presses it against my entrance. I freeze.
“Look at me, little mate,” Deus says, not moving. “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to his.
His burn with an intensity I can’t deny. But there’s no loss of control, no danger in them.
“You are in control,” he says. “Let me know what you want.”
My core pulses and his nostrils flare. I push myself up on my elbows.
“I want to watch,” I say.
“You are so deliciously tight, my Lydia,” he says, pressing further into me. “So perfectly made for me.”
The broad head of his cock slips into my entrance. I gasp at the stretch of him, so much bigger than his fingers. More heat pours into me, and I feel myself pulsing as he pushes slowly, slowly until he breaches my tight muscles. The stretch is almost, almost too much.
“Are you watching, little mate?” Deus rumbles. “Are you watching me impale you?”
I look down at where he has me open so wide. His great appendage, covered in nodes, studded from base to tip, looks both incredible and obscene. He thrusts forward and yet more of him is buried in me. I give easily to his size in a way I wasn’t expecting, and pleasure flows through my body.
“I am inside you, my Lydia,” Deus breathes. “So tight and sweet.” He slowly withdraws before thrusting back, deeper this time. “Breathe, my precious one. Tell me how you feel.”
“G…good,” I say, pulling in a breath like I have been ordered. “So good.”
“Eyes on me, little mate. I am going to ensure you enjoy every moment impaled on my length.”
My core shudders in a precursor to another orgasm. Deus hisses. “So. Tight.”
I lift my eyes from where we are joined, up to his, and see how he burns for me. His hips circle as once again he pulls out and then slides back, my channel feeling every single node and ridge on his enormous member.
I’m not ready for the climax when it hits. I’m not ready for anything quite so extreme, the convulsion, the way I’m trying to pull him in, further in, deeper in, clamping down on his cock and making him roar my name out into the universe.
My vision is gone. My body has taken on a life separate to my brain, and my head doesn’t know what to do with all the feelings, the joy, the ecstasy, the everything which comes from having Deus plundering me. If it was all to end now, if I was to wink out into nothing, it would be enough.
As I am outside looking in, Deus roars my name once more, and his hot cum pours into me, his thrusts irregular, his hips clashing with my thighs, his breathing ragged.
“You have undone me, my mate,” he says, his head descending to my shoulder, where he places his forehead, his hips still twitching. “And I long to worship you again.”