She smiled impishly and ordered playfully, “Tell me more good sir.”
I leaned in and kissed her instead, and she responded, goddess did she respond. It was a bit sloppy at first, until we found our rhythm together. It was just our second kiss after all, and her first time as the aggressor. She’d taken total control of the kiss.
I looked forward to all our firsts that night.
She kissed me hungrily, and entwined her hands in my hair, as my hands happily wrapped around her waist, and caressed her womanly curves through her dress.
Neither of us were in a hurry, and we were both breathing heavily in a very short time as we kissed like teenagers, dueling tongues, nibbling lips, and our kiss was incredibly pleasurable as I got lost in her scent, and her touches.
I explored her body and curves with my hands, played with her hair, and only occasionally teasingly brushed the sides of her generous breasts. Her body was as I’d guessed, voluptuous, but supple and tight in all the right places.
She seemed to enjoy the pleasure of my hands on her a lot, if the little sounds of desire, and the sweet little gasps into my mouth were any indication. She was so responsive to my touch, and my senses were overwhelmed by her passionate hunger and needy breaths. Her scent was driving me crazy as well.
I couldn’t wait to see how she’d respond to full skin to skin contact, but again, we were both lost in the passion of our kiss and our roaming hands, but neither of us were in a hurry to move forward too quickly. We wanted to savor it, and make every moment of our first night count. So far, that part was winning against the urgent desire to strip her down, and make her mine right then and there on the couch.
Her hands felt good on me as well, as she explored my body in return. Tentatively at first, but then more boldly and seductively as time went on. She played with my hair, caressed my jaw, neck, chest, and sides. She too avoided my major erogenous zone as well, at first.
She was young, beautiful, and mine. Or would be, very soon.
We both breathed heavily as we broke the kiss, and stared into one another’s eyes with a hunger and burning need that had to be answered.
She asked breathlessly, “What are you doing,” as I slipped my hands under her body, and then picked her up to answer the question, which made her let out a startled squeal.
“If we don’t go to the bedroom now,” I informed her, “I don’t think we’ll make it there at all.”
She giggled, rather naughtily, clearly delighted at her obvious effect on me. She started to kiss and suck on my neck, and then nibbled on my ears as I carried her off to bed. Her breathy gasps right up against my ear, and her hot breath on my neck, caused my very hard length to twitch and strain mightily against its confinement.
I put her down on her feet, and messed with her dress for a moment looking for the catch, zipper, or whatever the hell held the thing on her, before I finally just gave up and pulled it over her head, inciting giggles in the amorous and sexy fourth love of my life.
I froze, as I realized she didn’t have anything else on underneath.
Her eyes, absurdly, were still hungry for me, but also filled with a vulnerable uncertainty as I gazed upon her naked form for the first time, minus her shoes.
Her breasts, although at least a D, were still gravity defying at just eighteen, and quite firm. They were perfectly rounded and creamy, with taught eraser pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, and her waist the perfect curve of an hourglass, as her hips flared out. Her legs were toned, and athletic. She was as I’d suspected, built for sin, and sexy beyond belief.
Her mound was even attractive, and I could see the moistness of her labia glistening in the dim light of the lamp. Ample proof that our make out session and explorations with our hands had affected her as strongly as it had me. She was mouthwatering.
Why was it all my mates, who all had perfect and sexy bodies in their own ways, were seemingly insecure and worried I wouldn’t like the way they looked. As soon as I asked the question, for the fourth time now, I suddenly realized why.
Of course, this wasn’t my old world, and I imagined I was the first man to have ever seen their bodies, and even in Lia’s case, I was the first man she’d wanted to see her body. If I recall correctly, I was a little body shy the first time a woman had seen me so long ago.
Most people were their first time, it was natural.
I smiled, as I started to undress, and said rather breathlessly in obvious desire, “I love you Daphne, I also can’t wait to explore every inch of your delectable and perfect body. You are… more beautiful than I’d imagined.”
And she was.
She smiled shyly, and looked up at me through her eyelashes in a completely innocent, but also an incredibly sexy way as she said, “I love you too Tony, I want you so bad, I’ve been waiting so long for tonight.”
She gasped and her green eyes widened in wonder when my pants came off, as she studied my well-endowed cock for the first time, which of course was an immediate ego boost, and caused it to jump.
I wished I could say the same, that I’d been waiting so long, but another part of me was glad I couldn’t say that. The only good thing about my stupidity was that I hadn’t been dying to bed her for two years while feeling guilty for her being too young. I’d just been yearning for her for just a week. A dick thought perhaps, but true. I couldn’t imagine the sexual tension between us being any higher than it was right now.
There was also the matter of if I had felt that way, I’d have felt guilty about her age, which would have made the last two years much more awkward, instead of the easy and close friendship we’d enjoyed.
I stepped forward once I’d finished shucking my clothes off, and caressed her face gently as I leaned in for a kiss. I groaned, as my cock dug into her taut stomach, and her very generous and warm breasts were pressed into my body. I could feel the heat and moisture of her center, as it grazed it my leg, and when the scent of her arousal finally reached my nose I started to kiss her more hungrily, possessively, while my hands devoured and studied her sexy curves, and her soft yet supple flesh, skin to skin for the first time.
She gasped when I grabbed her ass, and she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat when I pulled her tightly against me, as she intensified the fervency of our kiss.
I picked her up, and placed her on the bed, before I crawled up and joined her. I laid beside her and got lost in more kisses, as we explored each other’s bodies with a patient urgency. I explored her breasts with my fingertips, and discovered she was very sensitive as I teased the bottom of her breasts, and gently thumbed her nipples once.
I really wanted to play with them, and one day fuck them. I was a guy after all, and she had very large and beautiful breasts, but I wanted to make her mine, and give her pleasure a lot more than I wanted to fulfill my own tit fantasy. There’d be plenty of time for that kind of thing later, a whole lifetime of it, if we lived past next week I mean.
They were sensitive enough, that I was pretty sure she’d enjoy it too.
Still, I wanted to make love to her more in that moment than anything else, so it wasn’t difficult to let one of my hands wander down her body, and between her legs.
Her legs opened at the slightest touch of my fingers, and she sighed in approval into my mouth as I cupped her mound. She wanted me too, badly, which just turned me on more. She also followed my lead eagerly, as if she’d just been waiting for me to do that, and her hand traced its way across my chest, down my stomach, and then she wrapped her soft small hand timidly around my hard-thick cock.
I gasped in pleasure, as she tentatively explored it with her fingers and palm.
She learned quickly, that the most sensitive part was the tip.
I traced her silken folds with my fingertips, drawing a gasp from her, and then her hips bucked as I pushed down on her clit hood lightly, and circled, before moving back and working her labia apart to slip my middle finger inside of her tight wet sheath.
She gasped, and her legs
spread further of their own accord, as I worked myself inside of her tight virgin hole.
There was a primitive part of me that liked that very much, she was mine, and her body was mine, no other man had ever, or would ever, touch her like I was touching her right then. It was elemental, and animalistic in part, but at that moment I knew she would always belong to me, every part of her.
She squeezed my cock, and stroked it slowly, and paid attention to my reactions, as I paid attention to hers. Her body was pure pleasure for me as I explored it for the first time, and I wanted to really make this the best night in her life. I knew it would be one of four for me, she was perfect, and mine.
She broke our kiss, looked me in the eyes, and asked, “That feels really good, but if you’re having problems getting a finger in there, how the hell is this supposed to fit?”
She squeezed my seven inch plus long, and generously wide cock as she’d said this.
I smiled, and kissed her before I answered.
“It’ll fit, it will be a perfect fit, but it’s going to hurt the first time, I’ll be gentle. It’s going to feel good too.”
She nodded, a look of deep trust and wanting in her eyes.
I was fairly sure I could keep that promise, it’d worked on Sharon, just a touch of healing and her pain had faded quickly after breaking through.
I spent quite a while working my finger in, and then two to stretch her out and open her up. I’d taken my time and gone slowly, and even given her a couple of small orgasms while doing so, by playing with her clit and very sensitive nipples with my other hand. She was so sensitive to my every touch, I knew I had to go lightly.
She had a glazed lustful look in her eyes.
“I want you in me Tony, now please.”
I nodded, more than ready myself, though two fingers weren’t even close to my girth, but it was a start.
She was so stunningly beautiful, as I knelt between her legs, and looked into her eyes and flawless face.
I kept my eyes on her intently as I worked my tip up and down her silken folds, collecting some lubrication to mix with my pre-cum and spread it around before I pushed the tip inside of her. Despite all my work, I had to push quite hard before my sensitive glans popped between her labia and stretched out her opening.
Her eyes widened, and her young tight pussy gripped my tip like a vice. A warm wet silken vice of pleasure.
I smiled reassuringly at her wide eyes, and kissed her softly, while I reached between our bodies, and started to gently play with her clit through her hood. It was a long process of stopping between every slight gain, until I finally reached, and then broke her maidenhead.
The pain in her eyes faded very quickly, when I channeled a healer’s magic and soothed her pain, and then there was just pleasure mixed with slight discomfort in her widened and lust filled eyes.
I buried myself bit by bit after that, pausing at each uncomfortable look on her face and in her eyes, until I was completely buried inside of her warm tight sexy body. The feeling of her snug wet heat was indescribably blissful, like no other pleasure, and if it wasn’t for those same small movements, I’d have exploded inside of her long before now.
She said softly, “I’ve never felt so full, or complete.”
There was a look of vulnerability, and surrender in her eyes that blew me away.
I started to rock our bodies together, less than an inch really to start with, as her soft but incredibly tight body accepted my pleasure. I leaned down and kissed her softly, the passion of our kiss rose, as I slowly but surely increased the speed of our rhythm, and the length of our rocking, as I started to move in and out of her blissful satiny friction.
Her body felt incredible beneath mine, and wrapped around me as I slid in and out of her, faster and farther with each thrust.
She sighed in pleasure and arched her back, her body knew what to do, and she had no qualms about following those instincts. She started to arch and thrust up with me, and meet me halfway. Her eyes were locked on mine, and nothing but our bodies, our pleasure, and our connection existed in that endless moment, as I made love to my queen for the first time.
I could see the pleasure building on her face, and knew this next orgasm would put the first two to absolute shame as I rocked even harder, and faster, in and out of her tight sex. Not violently, but much more firmly as I claimed my Daphne.
I was very close myself, but knew I could hold out until she went over, as I gauged the wide and questioning look in her eyes as her body tightened and started to tremble beneath me. At her slightly confused look, I knew it would be a really large orgasm for her and she’d never felt the like.
She screamed my name and then fell silent except for little gasping mewls of pleasure, as her young nubile body was rocked with an explosion of blissful ecstasy. It was obvious as I watched her eyes, she’d never experienced anything like it before.
Her sex gripped me tightly, and convulsed around my still plunging cock, loath to let it go as it fluttered and pulsed up and down my length.
“Daphne,” I said softly, like a prayer, and then saw her eyes widen in shock again, as my cock expanded within her.
I stretched her out even further as she trembled and bucked beneath me. My balls tightened, and my legs went numb as I pushed into her hard, burying myself as my cock erupted and filled her pleasure with the results of my own.
I saw a tear of joy in her eye, as I felt the bond blossom and connect us, we were now mated, and I was hers, utterly and completely, just as she was mine. I kissed her softly, both lovingly and possessively as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, not letting me get off of her, or even out of her sweet body.
She said, “I love you Tony, thank you. My mother said the first time sucked, and to not let it get me down, but wait for the second time which would be wonderful. That… really didn’t suck, it was the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt.”
I smiled, “She would have been right, if I wasn’t a diviner. I’m sure you felt me heal you, not everyone can do that kind of thing.”
She sighed, “You’re mine.”
Her voice sounded almost unreasonably happy about that, as well as smug. I really didn’t get it, they all thought they’d won some great prize, I just pretended to be worth it. How I ended up with four incredible mates was beyond me. Actually, I knew how, the goddess, I just didn’t know why I deserved it.
I nodded, “Clearly I’m making out in this deal.”
She snickered, “So… is the other part true?”
I frowned, “What other part?”
She smiled lasciviously as she asked, “Is the second time better?”
I grinned, “Let’s find out my love.”
Her face and eyes melted into happiness at those words, and she gasped as she felt me grow hard again inside of her.
It was going to be a long night, I intended to let her find out about third and fourth times as well, at least. Not to mention, I could last far longer my second time, so I hoped to show her all about multiples as well. I really wanted to see her cum over and over uncontrollably on my cock…
Chapter Thirteen
The next five days went quickly.
As far as personally, Daphne was just as multi-orgasmic as the rest of them, and if anything, even more insatiable than the rest. She also wasn’t shy about group play, tentative at first, but not reluctant to try anything. I eventually did get to fuck her tits, which she really liked, although not as much as normal sex of course. In short, she fit right in with the sexual depravity of myself and my other mates.
Outside of our room, she was a lady, our queen, and as regal as ever, if happier than ever before now that she was a part of our family.
In the bedroom however, she was our eager and willing slut, and just about up for anything. I don’t mean that in a derogatory way, she was just completely willing to try anything once, and hadn’t yet found anything she wouldn’t do twice. She loved us all, and simply loved to please us and was eager
to follow any directions as she gave freely of her body’s pleasures.
Like I said, she fit right in with the rest of us.
She was probably the most submissive of us in bed as well, perhaps because she had so much authority outside the bedroom, it made her more inclined to surrender all control in our bed. An escape for her perhaps? I wasn’t a psychiatrist, but that sounded right to me. Either way, Sharon, Lia, Amara, and I loved her to death. She was an absolute joy, and fit into our family like a perfect piece that we hadn’t even been aware was missing.
It was also seamless, and natural, an extension to our friendship and the old relationship dynamic from the last two years. Outside the room I obeyed her as queen without question, inside the bedroom it was the other way around. The only exception to that was when her safety was involved, but honestly that didn’t come up much at all.
On the political and war front, she also put off the trials until we left. She wanted to dedicate all the time we had left here for training the council, and just had faith they’d get the judgements right if she were here to observe or not. Since we were limited to another five days here, she’d wanted to spend it all teaching them laws, rules, and what was expected of them.
Of course, if they didn’t do it right, several of our guards would let us know.
The grand council wasn’t around to waste her time, or rather, steal it from the new council here on Polperro. They’d all left that next morning as asked, to gather any ground troops they could spare for the upcoming assault on Pheles.
The missing enemy guards never did turn up before we left, but we would be leaving more than enough of our guards to train up their new guard, our additions to fleet, and to be able to counter them if they came out of hiding once we were gone.
The five of us were in bed, the night before we left, and cuddled up after a pentagon of pleasure, as I’d come to think of it.
Daphne asked, “So how will you fight the diviners, do we have a plan for that?”
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