8. Bambi

CHAPTER 8

BAMBI

I'm equal parts excited, nervous, and just plain old horny as hell. The air crackles between us. My heart thunders in my chest. Our eyes lock and I know Olwydd feels it too. He leans in, and our lips meet in a kiss that sets my body on fire.

His hands find their way under my shirt, skimming over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moan softly, encouraging him to explore more.

He takes his time, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, then unclasping my bra. I feel a rush of self-consciousness and excitement all at once. I mean, we're different species. He's used to large, hairy women. What if he?—

"You're so beautiful, Bambi," he whispers, his voice deep and husky. I melt at the sound of it. My insides quiver and my inhibitions vanish. He continues to undress me, his touch gentle yet firm, and I surrender to his expertise.

When he reaches for the hem of my skirt, I giggle nervously, but he gives me a reassuring smile, and I know I'm in good hands. With a swift move, he has my skirt and panties pooled on the ground, and I'm left feeling exposed and vulnerable, but in the best possible way.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs. With a look of absolute reverence, his finger traces a path down my thigh, and I squirm at the intimate gesture. He swipes over my pussy, and I gasp, feeling the heat and moisture there. "So ready. So perfect. So exquisite."

And just like an unwanted visitor, my neurotic issues make an appearance. A sliver of fear shoots through me awakening a ghost from my past. I think back to my younger self, believing in another man's professions of love. Stupidly believing a two-faced, two-timing liar only to have my naive, gullible heart smooshed to smithereens.

I really want to banish those intrusive thoughts and embrace this moment, but...

"Olwydd, have you... I mean, are you...?" I stumble over my words, unsure how to ask this question, but I need to put my mind at ease. "You don't have any…like girlfriends, do you? I mean, like women you casually see, or something?"

His eyes widen in surprise, and he gives me a puzzled look. "Bambi, in Grotto, there are twenty males for every female. I've never even dated anyone let alone had a girlfriend."

I gape at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Never? Not even one?"

He shakes his head, a look of pure adoration on his face. "No, beautiful. Even if there were other women around for me to choose from, for me there would be no choice. You're it for me. My one and only. I've never felt this way for anyone before, and I never will again."

There he goes again with the over-the-top charm, but it works to put my mind at ease. My heart flutters and I feel a warmth spread through my body. He's so sure of us, so certain that I'm the one he wants, that I can't help but believe him. At least for the moment.

And then it hits me. This is his first time. He's a virgin.

My thoughts must show on my face because he presses his lips against mine, cutting me off with a gentle kiss that silences my doubts. "I may be inexperienced, Bambi, but I promise I'll make it good for you. I swear it, just give me a chance."

I nod, my eyes never leaving his, and a sense of calm washes over me. I relax into the couch, spreading my legs slightly, inviting him in.

He takes the cue and as he stares down at my pussy, his eyes darken with desire. A feral growl emanates from deep in his chest that causes moisture to gush between my legs. Like a chain reaction, another growl comes from deep inside him. His nostrils flare and he lowers his head. His tongue darts out and swipes over my sensitive flesh.

Oh my God, the sensation is incredible! His tongue is like a slightly rough, hot, wet flame, licking and teasing, and driving me wild. I moan and writhe, my hands gripping the couch cushions, as he devours me with his mouth.

"You are absolutely delicious," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Just like I knew you would be. So sweet, so perfect. I could spend all night here between your legs, tasting every inch of you."

I feel myself getting lost in the moment, my every inhibition melting away. His words, his touch, it's all too much and I surrender to the pleasure building within me. I arch my back, pushing my hips up to meet his mouth, urging him to take more, to give me more.

He obliges, the tip of his tongue circling my clit, then flicking it lightly as his fingers tease my entrance. I'm on the brink of an orgasmic explosion.

"Olwydd, I'm gonna—I'm gonna come," I pant, my voice hoarse with the need for release.

And then it happens, my muscles seize and my pussy contracts in rhythmic pulses as waves of euphoria overtake me.

I swear I dissociate from reality for a few moments as I ride high above the earth on a cloud of bliss. When I come back down, Olwydd is still between my legs wearing a smugly prideful grin.

I huff a contented laugh and swat his arm playfully. "You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?"

With one final lick, he pulls away, his eyes glittering with satisfaction, and repositions himself.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound, and I feel his juddering cock pressing against my thigh, rock hard and ready. "Proud that I gave my mate pleasure? Of course. It's my honor. But what else do you want? Tell me. Anything you want, I'll do it."

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a rush of need so intense it's almost painful. "I want you inside me, Olwydd. I want to feel you, all of you."

I reach down and wrap his cock in my fist giving it a couple strokes. My fingers don't wrap all the way around his shaft, but the hiss he releases lets me know that doesn't matter.

His eyes darken further, and his lids go heavy.

He obliges easily when I nudge him toward my entrance and he positions himself between my legs. Other than the soulstone, his cock looks like a human's, or it would if not for two things—its enormous size and the glowing red soulstone at its tip. It makes sense why it's called a stone since it's about the size of a dime and shaped like a smooth pebble.

"Are you sure, Bambi?" His voice is gentle yet firm as he looms over me, his vibrating soulstone tickling the lips of my pussy. "I don't want to hurt you. I can wait, if you need more time."

"Oh, hell no." I shake my head, my eyes pleading with his. "No way. I want this. I want you. Just... go slow, okay? I stretch down there, but it might be a tight fit."

He nods, wearing a look on his face that's a mixture of concentration, concern, and heady desire before I feel his vibrating cock slowly enter me.

Shivers rake down my spine, and I moan, my body begging for more.

"Ohhh, you're so tight," he utters, his voice half a pained moan and half a needy growl. "I don't know how long I can hold out." He looks down at me, his eyes nearly black, and I feel a rush of power knowing I have such an effect on him.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes forward, his cock beginning to fill me in a delicious, almost burning stretch. I bite my lip, a mix of pleasure and pain, and I feel him pause, his eyes searching mine for permission.

"Keep going," I whisper, my voice shaky. "I want you to fuck me, Olwydd."

The corner of his mouth cocks up in a half-grin as he continues a slow, deliberate thrust. Inch by inch, he enters me, his cock head vibrating against my walls, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming.

"You feel so good, my beautiful Bambi," he groans, his eyes closed, his face contorted with pleasure. "So tight, so hot. Even better than I imagined."

When he's finally seated deep inside me, I feel complete, like a puzzle piece finally finding its place. His cock pulses against my core, and I scream, the sensation too much to bear.

"Move, Olwydd! Please, move," I beg, my hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on.

He obliges, his eyes flashing with desire, and he begins to thrust, his powerful strokes filling me with pleasure. He's so big, so thick, and I can feel him stretching every inch of me, but my arousal provides more than ample lubrication.

"You're so fucking tight, Bambi," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking perfect. I can't hold out much longer."

I whimper from the intense sensations, my body on fire, and I wrap my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his furry, muscular ass and pulling him closer.

"I'm right on the edge," I cry out in a choked gasp. "Almost there…"

Very soon, his strokes become more frantic, more desperate. He pounds into me, and I know he's close too.

"Come for me, Bambi," he pleads, his eyes boring into mine. "Let me feel your pleasure on my cock."

That does it. That sends me over the edge and I cry out, my body convulsing in pulsations of bliss. When he surges forward one last time, his cock throbbing inside me, and releases a guttural groan, his eyes closed, his body trembling, I know he's found his release.

We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies connected, both breathing heavily, before he rolls over and pulls me on top of him.

Floating on a cloud of peace and contentment, I smile and snuggle closer to him.

Damn, Kiki was right, Sasquatch sex is out of this world.