Tamsyn
It was strange to have her voice back and still feel unable to use it.
A weird and wonderful kind of strange.
Her throat felt raw and constricted, as though speaking only a few words after weeks of silence was more than her vocal chords could handle. It was an inconvenience, especially when she needed her voice now more than ever.
The rug was fluffy beneath her; a direct contrast to the hot, hard man pinning her to it. Warmth from the fire and several orgasms were responsible for the faint sheen of sweat adorning her skin, and her extremities were limp.
Even her brain was disconnected, barely tethered to her body.
She licked her lips nervously when Merrick shifted, caging her head and shoulders with his arms. His pelvis settled into the cradle of her hips, his sheathed cock wedging into her like a tangible threat.
As ordered, she maintained eye contact, losing herself in the green as he saw through her and scouted for the emotions she was hiding.
“Breathe in, little owl, and let it go slowly. That’s perfect,” he praised when she obeyed without thinking. “Again, Tamsyn. Such a good girl. That’s it, breathe out and relax. Breathe and relax.”
So intent on measuring her breathing, it took her several seconds to register the growing pressure against her sex. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t thrusting into her the way she expected, but the thick crown was persistently pushing against her, splaying her open much more than his fingers.
Legs moving restlessly, she heard scared whimpers over the crackle of the fire, felt them vibrating at the back of her throat, her nose. The tight entrance of her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate him, spreading around the flared head as she went rigid.
“Easy, darlin’. You’re okay, I promise. Just let me in a little more and we’ll take a break.” Kisses rained over her face and neck as his hips flexed subtly, adding weight behind his demand for access. “Good girl, Tamsyn. Deep breath now, blow it out.”
Mouth agape, lips trembling, she sucked in a jagged breath. It released on a choked cry as her hips tilted to evade the discomfort, then she yelped in pain when the movement aided rather than hindered him.
Her hands lifted to his shoulders, her nails scoring his flesh as the brutal crown popped inside her. They bit deep, anchoring her as her vision went blurry. She froze, her yelps turning into a pitiful whine.
“Good girl, Tamsyn,” Merrick repeated emphatically. “ Good girl. Fuck, you’re heaven and hell combined.” He groaned, holding himself still, and she realized not all the trembling was coming from her—he was shaking, his immense body quivering with the effort of restraining himself. “Take a minute, little owl. Let yourself adjust.”
“O-O-Ow.”
“I know. I know, darlin’.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “We can stop if you’ve had enough. It’s okay. This is a big ask; there’s no shame in saying no.”
She didn’t want to say no. He’d given her enough warnings for her to mentally prepare herself, but there was a very large and complicated difference between being mentally prepared for the pain, and experiencing it physically.
Just like imagining being under him this way and feeling him on top of her were two very different things.
An elder wouldn’t stop, she reminded herself as the burn in her core simmered. Even if she was screaming for him to, he wouldn’t because the elders thrived on the power, fear, and pain of their traded bribes.
Merrick didn’t need to be asked; he didn’t need those things to feel like a man.
Other men might be smaller in size, but that didn’t mean they had his moral compass. She’d rather feel the searing pain between her legs and know he wouldn’t willingly hurt her in any other way than risk everything—heart, body, and soul—by trusting someone else.
It was going to hurt, but at least the pain was caused by someone she loved.
Wetting her lips, she inhaled slowly. “K-Keep going.”
“I can wait, little owl.” Merrick brushed his lips over her cheekbone, his fingers stroking her hair. “I’m not in any hurry.”
“Are you s-scared?” Why was her voice so… not hers? Weak and raspy, making her throat ache. She wanted to sound confident and strong, and instead… she was the opposite.
Merrick nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m scared, Tamsyn.”
“Because it’s going… to hurt?”
“Yeah. I hate knowing I’m the one causing it.” He kissed the tip of her nose, then rubbed his against it. “I hate knowing it’s gonna get worse before it gets better.” His beard tickled her cheeks when he claimed her mouth gently. “I hate the possibility I’ll damage this trust you have in me.”
Tamsyn shook her head, moving her arms from his shoulders to wrap around his back. With a small sigh, she geared herself up for the longest speech she could muster. “I ran away because my father traded me to… one of the worst elders. One of the most influential. Most wealthy. He reneges on every trade.” Oh boy, she hadn’t expected to get breathless, or for her voice to crack every few words. “When an elder reneges, we die. I don’t want to die, Merrick.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Absently, she stroked her hand down his ribs, following the contour of his muscles down to his hip. “I want this. I need this. I need you , Merrick. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts because he would’ve made it a thousand times worse just for fun. I trust you to…” She paused, trying to figure out how to phrase her thoughts. “Make it feel good… eventually.”
“Been waiting to hear some of the thoughts that’ve been spinning around in your head,” he murmured, a frown furrowing his brow. “Didn’t expect you to lop me off at the knees, little owl.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“Give me a kiss before I make you cry, darlin’.”
Oh, that didn’t bode well, did it? Still, she did as he asked, wincing as he shifted slightly and edged deeper inside her. She loved how his hand slid under her head to cup the back, the way his lips slanted over hers possessively. The teasing sweep of his tongue, the curve of his mouth when she tried to mimic him—
She felt his fingers tighten against her scalp, but missed the warning.
Merrick rolled his hips, driving them forward, pushing his weight behind them. He murmured placations against her mouth, swallowing her whimpering cries as they built into a scream.
The thick girth pried her open relentlessly, forging deeper until her legs began to shake and her toes curled. Heels scrabbling on the carpet, she squirmed frantically, but the movement only allowed him to slide further, stretching her more and more until tears stung her eyes.
The moment one trickled down her cheek, he stopped. His voice was dark and restrained when he spoke, his breathing strained. “All right, darlin’, take a minute. You’re doing so well.”
She was so full . Her inner muscles were rippling around him while the rest of her trembled in shock. Teeth chattering, she shook her head. “Don’t stop. Need all of you.”
“You’re not taking all of me tonight, Tamsyn. Gonna have to work up to that.” He licked away the stray tear and groaned. “How bad does it hurt? Don’t understate it, I need you to be honest.”
Tamsyn swallowed. “You’re just big. I’m okay.”
His eyes were several shades darker than she’d ever seen them as they roamed over her face, assessing her thoroughly. “All right. I’m gonna start moving, nice and slow. When you find the rhythm, go with it. Let your body flow with it.”
She whimpered softly as he pulled his hips back, dragging his huge cock through her sensitive tissues only to push back in. Her sex welcomed him with a rush of wetness, guiding him in. She felt her back arch, then her hips lift to meet him.
“Fuck. You were made for me, Tamsyn. Swear to God, this pussy was made just for me.” Sweat glistened over his muscles, glossing his skin, but it was the fierce concentration in his eyes that gripped her attention—they never left her face, setting the pace based on whatever he saw in hers. “Need to get you on birth control, little owl. Need to feel you around me bare, this perfect cunt wrapped around my cock like velvet.”
Oh, that sounded… dirty.
A groan vibrated in her throat as he thrust gently. “Do it.”
“Don’t tempt me. Do not fucking tempt me,” he growled, pulling out to the tip before returning with a long, slow glide, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs tingle from knees to toes. “I’ll fill you with so much cum, it’ll be leaking out of you for days. The imprint of my cock will be inside you permanently. Fuck, I’ll just live in this fucking gorgeous pussy until there’s a baby nesting in your belly.”
She clamped down on said cock, crying out when something like pleasure began to cancel out the pain. Nodding frantically, she moaned, “Oh, yes. Do that. Right now.”
Laughing, the sound spiking from his chest through hers, Merrick shifted position slightly, adding a little circular motion to his pelvis. “Getting somewhere now, aren’t we, little owl?” He reached down and hooked his hand under her thigh, tucking it against his hip. “Gonna work you harder, little bit faster. Still need to be careful though, okay?”
“O-Okay…”
“Good girl.” He bent his head, licking up the side of her neck. His teeth scraped over her skin, biting firmly into the muscle, surprising her with the hint of violence. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
It was all too much.
It was the greatest experience of her life.
The first proper thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. The feel of his cock sliding away and shoving back in, pushing through her swollen flesh, was… indescribable. Curling her casted arm around his back, she was brave enough to lift her other hand to his neck, clinging to his nape as he urged her leg to the side and claimed yet more of her.
“Oh. Oh God .”
“Little louder, darlin’—don’t think He heard you.”
She couldn’t hear herself over the whimpers and whines pouring out of her mouth. Her body was flowing with his thrusts, her hips starting to dance in the same rhythm, and her mind… well, that was splintering apart at the edges, losing itself in the magic of Merrick being inside her.
Their skin rubbed together, lubricated by sweat. The hairs on his chest tickled her nipples into stiff, painful peaks. Her breasts felt heavy, sensitive, sending the same sensation down between her legs.
Merrick shifted again, changing how his cock penetrated her, and it felt as though he’d flipped a switch, flinging open the doors to an alternate universe. The uncomfortable length and girth of him no longer mattered, not when sparks of fiery pleasure hissed through her blood and brought stars alive in his eyes.
So many stars whirling in the green.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Merrick seared her mouth with a kiss, his tongue delving inside with the same unhurried motion of the oversized steel rod between her thighs. “I want to feel you come on my cock. You come, I’m gonna follow. Ready?”
“I… yes?” The word was strangled.
Tamsyn tightened her grip on his nape, feeling his muscles bunch, his body gathering, but nothing prepared her for the smooth, hard tempo he launched into with ease. Every thrust was an exercise in power and grace, his pelvis pumping that impressive erection into her core with enough skill to strike the same blessed spot like a hammer on an anvil.
He was a machine and she couldn’t find the off switch.
The sparks turned into flames, making her writhe as they consumed her from the inside out. Noises she’d never made in her entire life echoed in her throat, escaping through ragged breaths.
And her body… well, that was just a puppet on strings, obeying the tugs of his hand.
Breaking into pieces at his behest.
Rising to meet him, colliding in the middle.
She fell apart with a scream, clutching at him as though letting go would kill her, and felt her inner muscles spasm around his cock. There was no stopping it, no time to process the enormity of the orgasm before it shredded her, razing her to ash.
“Fuck, yes, that’s a good fucking girl.” The pride in his voice barely registered.
He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down.
Pumping turned into a hard, measured pounding. The air was knocked from her lungs repeatedly, her heart bouncing off her ribcage as he growled and slid his hand under her butt, his fingertips gripping her cheek in a bruising hold and lifting her off the rug.
One particularly hard thrust rekindled her dwindling orgasm.
The next stoked the ebbing bliss to incendiary proportions.
On the third, he drove deeper than he’d gone before, the base of his shaft slamming into her clit as his crown punched something in the very depths of her core, igniting an unholy pain that merged seamlessly with her pleasure and became invincible.
She clawed at him as her pussy greedily milked the obscene shaft filling her so completely. His groans were rough and satisfied, not as loud as her keening cries. They were so tightly wedged together, she felt each wrenching jerk of his cock before she washed away on a tide of delirium.