Chapter 15

The way he says it is clear that he has no doubts, and his certainty feeds my own. The connection between us, strange as it might be, is real. Undeniable. We barely share a language, yet it feels as if I know him. As if, in some unbelievable way, I have always known him. Some part of me, deeply hidden and buried, has been waiting for him. And now that he is here… these feelings cannot be denied.

I slip my pants down to my knees, then comes the awkward stage. Romantics don't write stories about real sex. Messy, noisy, and full of fumbling like this. My pants won't come off because I'm on my knees. I drop back onto my ass and then they tangle as I try to pull them the rest of the way off.

He waits, patient as ever, but watching. As I slide them down to my knees he gasps and it's followed by a low moan and his cock is clearly stiffening even harder inside his pants. His cock, which feels huge, looks even bigger. I am more than a little nervous about it. I've never been with a man that big before and I'm not sure how it will work, but there are plenty of other girls sleeping with Zmaj so in theory it should all be fine.

Now if only theory and reality are the same, but I've come too far now to not find out. I'm certainly wet and ready enough. The smell of my sex, pungent and musky is on the air, and he inhales deeply as if he finds it intoxicating.

Free of my pants at last I go to the tie of his pants and undo it. He lifts his hips and I jerk his pants down to his ankles. His cock springs free, instantly rising to attention, ready to roll. It is big, but not ridiculous. The size isn't what causes me to hesitate now, it's the ridges.

What in the name of every holy thing I don't even know?

The top side of it has rolling ridges that look like tiny waves cresting towards his body. On his pelvis there is also a nub about three fingers width from the base of his shaft. Feeling uncertain I reach over and run my hand along those ridges. They're hard, but not bone hard more like cartilage. I look from his cock to him then back again.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Okay," I say, feeling anything but sure it is okay.

The others are doing them. They're fine, I'll be fine. I mean… it might… feel good?

I'm so nervous that if I hesitate I won't go through with this. Rather than give in to my fear I swing my leg back over and position myself just over his stomach. Reaching between us I grab onto his rock hard shaft and wiggle back and around until I'm running the head of his cock up and down the opening of my pussy.

I want to get him wet before I try taking it in, plus it feels good. As the tip rubs across my clit I shiver and groan. He's moaning in one long, wordless stream of sound. I play with myself using his cock for a few moments then line it up and push back onto it.

It's big enough that I take it really slow, but I do like the way it fills me. My pussy is stretching to accommodate the head and I haven't even reached one of those ridges yet. I keep sliding back until I feel the ridge against the bones around my pussy.

There I wait. He runs his hands over my back, onto my ass, and back up. Patient and kind as ever. He's not rushing anything, this is all happening at my speed and under my control. Biting my lower lip I push myself down. At first everything resists. I tense, afraid it will hurt, but that makes it worse.

I pause, take two deep breaths and force myself to relax, then I try again. I push down and the pressure builds but it doesn't hurt. Suddenly it pops through and I gasp in surprise and pleasure a lot more than pain. He stops, grabbing my hips and locking me into place, looking up with deep concern.

"Okay?" he asks, his voice carrying all the emotions and worries one could ever expect.

I can't speak immediately because waves of pleasure are racing throughout my body in a way that I've never experienced. I do manage to nod with a gasp. The sensations are like miniature previews of an intense orgasm to come and now I can't wait to have him fully inside of me.

Slowly he slides in and as his cock drives deeper it fills me in ways I didn't know could be done. It feels as if my insides are being stretched to their limits. Nerves, never before touched come alive for the first time. As I slide further and further I can't stay up so I lean forward, resting my arms on either side of him.

His cock slips the rest of the way in as I do then the nub I noticed on his pelvis presses onto my clit. Unexpectedly an orgasm rips through. I'm blind with pleasure, every muscle spasming, back arching, toes curling and I'm moaning.

Slowly awareness returns and I'm still shuddering with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced.

"Oh, wow," I moan.

"Good?"

"Amazing," I say, lowering my head until we can kiss.

Our lips are hungry for one another. He rocks his hips and fuck me if I'm not about to come again already. I fall into a rhythm with him, rising and dropping in time with his hips. My pussy grows accustomed to his girth until he is sliding in and out as easily as any human would.

Our hands roam, our lips taste, we nibble, we breathe and we tease until he starts thrusting faster and faster. As he does he is panting in time with the rapid fire bursts of pushing up and pulling back. I am sure he's getting close.

I rise onto my arms watching his face. I want to see him come. He stares into my eyes then they drop close, his jaw tenses, and he groans. One last thrust up and he makes an ah, ah, ah, ah sound while grasping my hips tight.

I stroke my fingers along the sides of his face, up to his horns, and back down. He is beautiful. And I know, for sure, that I am in love.

How can I not be? He is so kind, thoughtful, and handsome. An attentive, giving lover, and everything I could ever ask for. As his orgasm passes he brushes my hair out of my face.

"Beautiful, treasure," he whispers.

"Mine," I say, pressing one hand onto his chest where I assume his heart is.

I guess I don't really know but as I rest my hand slightly left of center I feel something odd. There is a double beat, not a single. I guess that would make sense. Zmaj are so big they'd probably need two hearts to push blood all the way around their bodies. Otherwise he'd probably pass out every time he got a hard on. Not very pro-survival there.

I lean in and we kiss longer while his cock softens inside of me until at last my legs are going numb from the position so I slide up, off, and then lie down beside him. He presses his hand to my chest.

"Mine?" he asks.

"Yours," I agree, a smile on my face.

"Forever?"

"Yes," I say and I know that I mean it.

I don't know anything about fate, not sure I believe in it, but somehow or another I know that he and I are going to be good together. I feel, for the first time in a really long time, alive. As if my life is no longer an empty, pointless waste.

"Ready?" he asks, pulling me out of my musing thoughts.

I'm not sure what he's asking and I look around expectantly until my eyes land on his rock hard cock that is standing erect and ready.

"Huh? Already?"

"Second," he says.

"Second?"

He nods and gestures at it with one hand. "Yours."

He rises up and pushes me over onto my back. Slowly he kisses across my lips and then down, lower and lower until he is crossing over my stomach and down between my legs. He doesn't seem to have a care in the world that he just filled my pussy as he buries his face and pleasure blasts away any concerns I might have had.

He is as magical with his tongue as he is with his cock. I give myself over to him fully.