Adrina and the Beast (PM before joining)

Adrina finished the wine and handed him the glass. It had made her feel a little light headed and a tiny bit less scared, though not by much.

She nodded her head no when he spoke of a spell. “If I have to do this, I must experience it for myself. I don’t want to go through this thing and be disillusioned about how I feel about it.” She told him as she clutched his cloak closer to herself, doing her best not to let her eyes wander downward as his erect member frightened her.

He told her how pretty she was and she looked at him, feeling a bit shocked. It was almost the reaction of a schoolboy to her, which seemed sorely out of place. She had never thought about how she looked to others. She had always been so busy helping her father or tending to chores to ever really notice. Of course a man or two in the village had a particular interest in her, but they seemed so arrogant she had never given them the time of day. She wasn’t sure how to respond to this compliment, or even sure if he meant it…though he seemed to. She didn’t know what to say and so she said nothing, simply rolled it over in her mind.

She bit her bottom lip and sighed heavily. She was frightened of what was going to come, scare of the pain, of what it would make her given that she was not married to this man. However, she knew with every passing moment, her fear increased and thus, she simply wanted to get it over with.

“I think we should just get this over with..” she said finally as she moved so that she was laying on the bed, the cap covering all but her ankles and petite feet. She squeezed her eyes closed, hoping that it would be quick and not overly painful.

"My name is Adrina." she added softly.
 
Trent accepted the glass from her, and stretched a bit to set it on a nightstand, out of the way. As he did this, his penis bobbed up and down, drawing her eye all that much more.

He watched as she bit her lip, making his blood race all that much more. And then she laid down, still mostly covered by the cape; that made him smile.

"All right, Adrina," he said, "I promised you a brief explanation, and now is the time, I agree." He was leaning over her, sitting on the edge of the bed, near the foot of it. He stretched out one hand and gently slid the edge of the cloak off of the front of her closer shin, and then, for the first time, laid his hand on her bare flesh, not yet moving, but letting her get used to the sensation.

"The only thing that you need to do is to respond to me," he told her softly. "So if you feel the urge, don't resist it, and, when you feel me doing something you like, let me know, verbally or otherwise. You do need to have an orgasm for me to complete the ritual, and I need to cum inside you at the same time; I can control when I cum, so that part won't be a problem. The only magic that I will use that will affect how you feel will be to make the pain of your losing your maidenhead somewhat the less -- not so much that you will not feel any pain, but the pain will be minimal. I feel that that is necessary, to make it more likely that you can have that orgasm. Is all of this making sense to you, or am I using terms you might not understand?"

As he spoke, he let his hand slide upward a bit, his fingertips lightly grazing her calves, his hand brushing the fabric further back from her lower leg. "One other thing, is it too warm or too cold for you in here? That's something I can fix trivially."
 
She opened her eyes to look at him and it was clear that he was using terms that she didn’t understand. The extent of her sexual knowledge extended from the livestock she cared for.

She did her best not to jump when he touched her, especially when his hand moved further up.

“I’m sure it will all…work itself out…” she said in response to his instructions, not wanting to verbally admit how clueless she really was. “Just please…begin what you need to…the room temperature is fine…” she added, not sure why he should care about her comfort.

She closed her eyes again and tried to relax her body. She then bit her bottom lip and removed the cape, exposing her milky body to him, the rosy pink tips of her supple breasts hardening against the cool air around her.
 
A groan of pleasure escaped Trent's lips as the virgin girl exposed herself to his view. "Adrina, you should never wear clothes," he murmured. "You are even more beautiful than I expected."

He brought his hand further up along her leg, up to her knee, now. Then he slid his bottom along the bedside, so that he was sitting next to her torso, and leaned down to unclasp the cloak. "We don't want you to get this trapped around your throat," he said. "We can get to breath control some other time, if you're interested in that."

He shook his head to himself, he was probably just baffling her with that comment, and that wasn't what he wanted at all. "Reach out for a moment and take my cock in your hand, Adrina. That should make it feel more real to you, a little less intimidating. Not to mention that I'll enjoy it. You might enjoy it, too, if you'll let yourself."
 
Adrina kept her eyes closed as she reached until she felt him. Her first instinct was to pull her hand away but she knew that she had to proceed. Her eyebrows knitted together as she wrapped her delicate fingers around him and started to move her hand up and down.

He felt so hard, and hot…and he seemed to only get harder as she stroked him. She cracked one eye open to look at what she was touching. It was still intimidating, but his reaction to her touch calmed her somehow.

“Does this feel…good?” she asked, wondering how such a simple gesture could cause such pleasure in a man.
 
"It sure does," Trent replied, still with that gentle smile. "It's not apt to be the same thing that you're feeling, but I imagine that you must be feeling something? At least curiosity, that's only natural. But I hope that the prospect of this is maybe, at least, a little less disagreeable to you, now?"

He quietly laid one hand along her side, just above her hip. Nothing too startling, he hoped. As he waited for Adrina to reply to him, Trent absently licked at his lips, which were distinctly dry. And he sighed a bit as her palm slid along the front of his cock.

He was more than tempted to do as she wanted, and just to mount her instantly and fuck her like the beast she must think he was -- but would she be as likely to cum, then? Unless she could enjoy this enough to have her own orgasm, this wasn't going to save her father.
 
She hated to admit any curiosity, but it she couldn’t deny it. His reaction to her hand and the way his cock felt so velvety and hard at the same time was fascinating. She opened her other eye and watched her hand moving up and down. She rolled her palm over the head before moving it back down to work his shaft.

She then looked up at him. There was something strange about all this…why was he not doing as any other noble would and doing what he needed to do quickly and selfishly? She swallowed a bit and looked up to his eyes, for the first time actually looking at his face. It really was quite beautiful…not that she wanted to admit it.

“Would it help if you touched me?” she asked as she very hesitantly moved his hand from her thigh to her breast, her nipple puckering against his hand. She wasn’t sure what to do and he didn’t seem to be taking action or instructing her, she just wanted to do the right thing…whatever that was.
 
Trent's expression changed to a broad smile, which made him seems a good bit less intimidating. "I was about to put my hand exactly where you have," he said, making his first movement by ever so lightly sliding the palm of his hand across her nipple. "But it's so much better that you've taken your own initiative to do that."

He might normally have behaved in a more dominant fashion, but that might work out badly, and this approach seemed to him to be the main chance to make the ritual work. He slid his hand off of the nipple, and began to twist it between his fingers.

"Tell me if you like it more or less when I do this," he said. "It will tell me more about what will help you respond." He squeezed her nipple somewhat sharply, prepared to do so even more fiercely, twisting it, if that seemed to arouse her, or to return to a gentler approach if she didn't like it.

"Different women like different things, and I want to know what you like, Adrina. You aren't like most of the women I've been with. And that's a good thing."
 
Adrina’s eyes opened wide as he played with her nipple. It caused a strange and unusual feeling in her that she had never experienced. She momentarily forgot that she was supposed to touching him and removed her hand. When he pinched her nipple she gasped and felt her pulse speed slightly.

She bit her bottom lip and watched him playing with her nipple. She blushed a little and couldn’t look him in the eye. “I like that…” she said very softly, almost inaudibly.
 
Trent watched as he twisted the nipple, now. "That's good, I want very much for you to like this. I want very much for you to come back here of your own accord."

He leaned down, and, watching her expression, moved toward her face, to kiss her on the lips. He hardly notice that she had stopped masturbating him, his pulse was racing and his heart was in his mouth. His other hand came to rest on her far side, flat against the bed between her side and her elbow. It was difficult to concentrate, even partially, on the start of the ritual, but it had been written for just this sort of circumstance, so it didn't prove a real challenge to begin; but now, now that Adrina was responding to him sexually, there was enough for the magic to start up.

He wondered if she was sensitive enough to notice it herself; that would be a good sign, if so.
 
She flinched slightly when he kissed her. She had never been kissed before and his kiss wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Despite the hard lines of his mouth, his lips seemed to feel soft and warm on hers. It was in that moment that she started to wonder about him. He had gotten such a terrible reputation, but given current circumstances, he wasn’t being overtly cruel to her.

Her heart raced and the unknown that was to come and tried to concentrate on the fact that this was to save a life, her father’s life. She had to relax for the magic, which was such a mystery to her, to work.

“I like the kissing…” she added.
 
Once again, Trent grinned, this time from a rather short distance. The corners of his eyes crinkled a bit. "I do, too. See how you like this kind of kissing, Adrina."

He would love to take hours about this, but they simply did not have that kind of time. He shifted down along her body, kissing first her chin and then her collarbones, and the hollow between them, and then further down toward her breasts. Then, he looked up, and said, "If you do want to come back, we can take more time with this. You deserve to have a man lavish time on you, Adrina."

And then he took her breast into his mouth, keeping his eyes open so he could watch her face.
 
Adrina’s hand flew to cover her mouth to silence her moan. To her surprise, the feeling of his hot wet tongue on her nipple made her feel a thrill she had never felt before. For the first time she began to feel heat growing between her thighs. She watched him, sucking on her nipple, watching as he moved to the other, causing her breath to quicken.

She hesitantly reached out and touched his hair as his mouth moved on her breast, causing her eyes to close as she sighed softly.
 
Trent's normal self-confidence, never distant, now flowed back in full form. This was working. He began to kiss his way further down her body, across her belly, watching her face when he could, just listening to her and sensing her reactions through the sense of touch at other times. He had a feeling that what was going to come next would be a revelation to Adrina.

He slid his tongue up and down along her nether lips once, twice, three times, and then began to insinuate the tip of his tongue in between them. He wondered if this innocent girl ever even played with herself.
 
Adrina gasped as she felt his tongue touching her at the apex of her legs. What was he doing? It seemed so absurd…so…perverse….and yet it almost tickled.

“How dare, you…” she began as she sat up, only to feel the tip of his tongue run along something that caused her to moan softly instead of complaining.

“What…” she whimpered as she watched him…she found something deeply fascinating in watching him manipulate her body, she didn’t know why, and she felt embarrassed about it, but she couldn’t stop.

“Why does that feel…mmmmm….the way it does…” she sighed as she fell back against the pillows, her legs unconsciously opening to him slightly.
 
When she asked him that second question, Trent looked up, and let the edge of things relax for her for a moment. "I dare quite a lot, and so do you, Adrina. You dared to slap me, after all. We are both rather daring people. And it feels this way because we were meant to respond to sexual touches. It's what keeps the human race growing. Although, you need not fear getting pregnant from this ritual -- unless you want to get pregnant. That's how it works, you get what you want."

He bent his head back down and began to lick at her clitoris now, and he let his hand caress her side, teasing at her rump. Let her want more! But Trent himself was to the point where he really wanted to get to the main event, by now. He wanted to be inside of her.
 
Adrina moaned softly as she felt his tongue move over her. She felt a hot throbbing beginning to grow between her legs as he worked his tongue over her.

“Is…is this the ritual?” she asked as her hips moved slightly up and down towards his tongue of their own accord.
 
"Only partly," Trent told her, shifting now into a better position. "Mostly it's just human chemistry. That's what makes the magic work."

He set his knees down on the bed, and spread her legs apart, looking even more at her face than at her beautiful body. He meant to watch her expression as he penetrated her. He wanted to see how strongly she reacted.

He took a few seconds to run both palms over her breasts, pressing them down, before planting one to lean on as he used the other hand to guide himself. The spell should keep her from most of the pain, but there would inevitably be blood. It never occurred to him that Adrina might not be the virgin that she claimed to be.

He lodged the tip of his cock at her portal, and quickly thrust into her, to make for the cleanest break. At full insertion, he stopped long enough to say, "This.. is going to be glorious."

And then he was off, his first few thrusts slightly slow, to let her have a little bit of time to take stock of what was happening to her before it became too overwhelming -- but not too long. He felt full of energy, and it wasn't just because of the magic, it was mostly because of Adrina. With every dozen strokes or so, he went just a little bit faster or thrust just a little bit harder.
 
Adrina was nervous and she closed her eyes as he entered her. She had prepared herself for an unbearable amount of pain, and she felt something in the back of her mind telling her it did hurt, but she felt no really pain, only discomfort.
It felt odd and new to have something side of her. She felt as if she were overfilled with him as new sensations ran up her body causing her nipples to tingle. Her hands went to his arms as if to hold on as she blushed hotly at what she was actually experiencing.

When he started to move she gasped softly. It was a strange feeling, she felt so hot deep in her core and he seemed to be stoking the fire. He then started to move fast and she cried out loudly, her legs opening more to him of their own accord. She felt a curling deep in the pit of her stomach, the more he moved the more she felt a pressure building within herself.

“Oh!” she moaned despite herself as her back arched towards him slighty. “Something…I feel pressure.” She managed to get out with a raspy voice. She was confused by all the new sensations her body was feeling now as her hips started to move with his, her body seeming to want more.

She started to pant slightly as she felt herself coming closer and closer to an abyss and she looked up at him with frightened eyes, afraid she might die if he continued. “Please stop…” she panted, though everything felt so delicious it was the last thing she wanted. Was death worth this kind of pleasure, for she was certain she was about to die.
 
Trent didn't stop, that would be risking the success of the ritual, but neither did he ignore Adrina's plea. "We must go on," he replied, speaking in fits and starts as he fucked her, "to save your father..."

What he did do was to look her in the eye and start going more slowly and smoothly, though. "Is this better?" he asked. "I don't mean to overwhelm you. But you have to reach orgasm..."

Another pause in his speech. "Do you know what.. an orgasm is?"
 
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