Coming of age in medieval times

[crysede]

OOC
Well this is it, I've finally decided to lose my cyber-virginity (gulp), please be gently with me (well, maybe not completely gentle - grin). The story is set in medieval Europe (or someplace similar). My character is Ayah, a spirited and headstrong young woman who has, up to now, led an excessively sheltered life. Now she needs a man to introduce her to the real world (or, at least, to real sex), not to mention to keep her from dying of exposure (like all good heroines, she's frightfully underdressed for her adventure).

Ayah
The light rain had started at dawn, only a few hours into her flight from home, but Ayah gave no thought to turning around - not so long as that horrible little weasel of a man was waiting for her. She could still picture the revolting sight of Lord Griath climbing into bed with her that past night, ogling her with those piggy little eyes before burying his oily face in the soft flesh of her firm, round breasts. Then, trapping her beneath his greasy, sweating body, he humped his thin little cock into her; at least his under-endowment allowed even her virginal pussy to accommodate him with only minor discomfort. She could fill hot tears of anger and bitterness welling up within her: how could her father have given her to such a man? But she had foiled his cruel plan, when everyone awoke this morning, anticipating the formalizing of the marriage, they would find the bride-to-be had vanished.

There was a sudden clap of thunder, and the young stallion spooked, rearing and throwing his inattentive rider into the roadside ditch, before galloping off for home. It took Ayah several minutes to climb the slippery embankment and get back on the road, now drenched to the bone and covered in mud. Her thin cotton shift was plastered to her wet skin, clinging tenaciously to her long, shapely legs and curvaceous hips, then slinking across her narrow waist before enveloping her generous breasts in a tight embrace. "I look like a whore" she thought in disgust, as she plucked vainly at the dress in an attempt to convince it to relinquish its grasp on her flesh. The rain was much heavier now, "At least it will wash the mud off" she muttered glumly, surveying the empty fields surrounding her, and dark forest looming ahead. As the chill from her recent dunking, and the cold rain, penetrated her body she felt the anger drain from her leaving despair in its wake. She was alone on a deserted road, in unfamiliar surroundings, wet, cold, and hungry - all in all, not a great start to her new life.

Ayah was suddenly aware of the sound of a swiftly approaching horse, her first thought was that it was her fiancee coming after her, but she quickly realized it was approaching her from the opposite direction. But who else would be on this road, in the pouring rain, in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere? Her blood ran cold with fright as she recalled her father's many tales about what happened to foolish young ladies who strayed beyond the safety of their manor's walls: every one of them inevitably met a grisly fate at the hands of depraved criminal. Who else but the most hardened of brigands would be out here on such a day? There was no place to hide, so she assumed what she hoped to be a noble and defiant stance, although the currant state of her clothing made this rather difficult, and bravely awaited her oncoming doom.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: I do so hope this pleases the lady.

Rothalis:

A man came riding into veiw, he would have been of fair face if not for the mustach and goatee that marked his features with a degree of age. He was laughing as he drove the horse on. His laughter was cut short by a hiccup and he yanked on his mouts reigns, making the beast rear up in a frighteningly impressive manner. He stopped and looked back down the path, laughing some more.

Finally he settled in his saddle and looked forward, only now seeing the woman standing in the middle of the path. A grin spread across the man's lips as he tilted his head to the side to reguard the lady. He chuckled at the sight of her, flashing her a gracious smile. "M'lady, your impression of a drown rat is IMPECABLE!" He joked as he drew his horse closer to her.

 

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Ayah
As the horse reared up and came to a halt some short distance in front of her, Ayah was rooted to the spot with terror. Her assailant appeared to be drunk, or perhaps insane, and she found herself wondering, in a detached sort of way, if her father would even be able to recognize the body once this madman was through with her. As the man moved his mount closer, his disarming smile and friendly demeanor caught her so completely off guard that she simply stared at him in shocked silence for a moment. Then his words sank in and she flushed hotly, as indignation and embarrassment overrode what was left of her fear. Uncomfortably aware of his gaze upon her, she folded her arms across her chest so that at least one part of her body would be hidden from his mocking eyes.

"I suppose I do look something of a drowned rat, good Sir," she retorted, "though any decent gentleman would have refrained from so pointing out." She attempted to fix him with a withering glare: not something she was particularly skilled at, and the effect was further marred by the fact that she was disheveled, soaking wet, and shivering.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

Containing a mirthful laugh, Rothalis fixed the soaked girl in his sights and a sniff of his nose. "And any decent lady would be at home, dry and in bed..." He shot back, a grin dominating his lips.

Slowly, the sound of hoof beats became audible behind him. He looked back, then down at the girl again. "Do you have a name or will 'drown rat' suffice?" He asked, ignoring her glare.

 

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Ayah
Her anger fled as quickly as it had arrived: she was, she had to admit, currently about as far from being a decent lady as she could imagine. Regretting her rude outburst, which he had truly done nothing to deserve, she was about to offer an apology when she noticed him looking back the way he'd come. Nervously following his gaze, she too became aware of the sound of another horse approaching. Although uncertain as to what she ought to do, she was quite certain of what she did not want to do, and that was stand here in the middle of the road like, well... like a drowned rat, waiting for someone else to arrive.

"Drowned rat will suffice," she said in a contrite tone, "...although I would prefer Ayah." She looked up at him hopefully, "I don't suppose you would be willing to let me ride with you to,...to someplace other than here?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"Ayah, the drown rat of a lass..." Rothalis said with mirth. "I am Rothalis." The hoof beats constantly drew closer... He reached out a hand to her then, and hoisted her up onto the back of his horse. "And that back there... Is the owner of this horse I do believe..." Making sure Ayah was secure upon the horse behind him, Rothalis kicked the horse into a gallop.

 

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Ayah
As Rothalis lifted her up, Ayah found herself thinking there was something strangely familiar about his mount. Suddenly she realized what it was that his horse reminded her of: it was almost the spitting image of the stallion Lord Griath had dragged her out to admire upon her arrival at his manor. Griath had gone on at great length about why the animal was so valuable, but she had been exhausted from her journey and hadn't really been listening. She did remember him boasting that there were only a few such horses in the land, several of which were of his own breeding. Settling down behind her rescuer, she had a chilling thought: was Rothalis perhaps a friend of Griath's?

It was with considerable relief that she greeted his announcement that the rider behind them was likely the owner of this horse. Though she would not have believed such a thing to be possible mere days ago, at the moment she found the company of an admitted horse thief infinitely preferable to that of any possible acquaintance of her fiancee.

As the horse started off at a gallop, Ayah managed to maneuver herself underneath Rothalis' cloak so that it would shield her from the rain, and wrapped her arms tightly around him: partly to avoid falling off, but mostly because he was warm and dry and he felt rather good to hold on to. It occurred to her that, from his perspective, her position was probably a good deal less pleasant, seeing as she was getting his shirt rather damp. Oh well, she thought with a quiet chuckle, serves him right for stealing someone's horse.

"So whose horse is this?" She asked, poking her head out from under his cloak.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

Guiding the horse down the path, Rothalis' shoulder length tangled brown hair flew back with the speed of the beast's gallop. He drew the horse to a trot not far down the path then, taking them off the worn path and into a forest, turning his head as he heard Ayah speak. "Eh? Oh, some Lord... Girth, or grass or something or other..." Rothalis said off handedly. Turning his gaze back to the path, Rothalis nodded toward a hut that came into veiw. "Here we go..." He reigned the horse to a stop in front of the hut and dismounted. Taking a few steps toward the hut, he stopped and looked back toward Ayah. "Well? Are you coming, or do you want to stay out here and continue to practice that impression of a drown rat some more?" He was intentionally trying to get a rise out of her, it was written in his eyes.

 

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Ayah
"...Grith , or grass, or something or other..." Rothalis had replied, and Ayah had almost correct him before realizing her stupidity. If she let on that she knew Lord Griath, how long before Rothalis managed to figure out she was his fiancee? As they came to a stop Ayah looked around for a moment before she noticed the small hut: the bark still clinging to its rough hewn logs caused it to blend in with the surrounding forest. As he dismounted, Ayah eyed the building unenthusiastically: she'd seen bigger closets. If this was were he lived, Rothalis must be a particularly incompetent thief.

She greeted Rothalis' next words with horror: "Well?" He said, "Are you coming, or do you want to stay out here and continue to practice that impression of a drown rat some more?"

"Come? With you, in there?!" She spluttered in indignation, "Just what sort of a,... a harlot do you take me for you,... you cur!" His gall infuriated her, and, despite his opinion to the contrary, the ‘drown rat' comments were not getting any more amusing with repetition. She wished there was someway she could wipe that smirk of his handsome face - then it occurred to her that she was now alone upon the stolen horse. Not having encountered her until after she had foolishly let herself be thrown, he must assume that, like most ladies, she hadn't the faintest idea how to ride.

A vixenish grin broke out on her face as, sliding forward, she grabbed the beast's reins with practiced skill. Ignoring the branches that caught at her long, blond hair, she urged her mount forward, following the barely visible foot path deeper into the forest. Looking back, she was delighted to see that the smirk had, indeed, left Rothalis' face.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

The rueful smile had fled Rothalis' lips as he scowled. In a flash, he'd whipped out a keenly honed knife and pitched it toward the horse. It severed the reigns, mere inches from Ayah's hands. "I can't have you stealing off with MY stolen horse, m'lady..." He growled as he marched toward her, he took a hand full of her sopping wet dress and yanked her from the horse. He held her in his arms for a moment, looking into her eyes as her own filled with shock, indignation, even a touch of rage. "And if it means all that much to you, I wasn't intending to sleep with you, if that was what you were thinking..." And with that, he dropped her, the few feet to the ground, onto the loamy ground.

Turning his back he took hold of what remained of the reigns, huffing with annoyance as he guided the horse on foot to where his knife had embedded itself into a not so distant tree.

Yanking it free, he looked back. "Now, you have two choices... Take your chances on your own, or come inside and dry off. From there... Well, we shall see..." He said in a chillingly calm voice.

He guided his horse past her, as she sat there, glaring at him. And just as he passed her his rueful smile returned. He went and opened the cabin door. "Well? What's yer pleasure m'lady?"

 

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Ayah
As Rothalis held her in his strong arms, her indignation at his forwardness was tempered by uneasiness over both what he might do to her, and the disconcerting warmth his touch seemed to awaken within her. For some reason his announcement, that he had no intention of sleeping with her, failed to calm her. In fact, she realized with shock, she was insulted by the fact that the thought of ravishing her hadn't even crossed his mind. When he dumped her unceremoniously on the ground, she was uncertain as to what angered her more about him, his outrageously bad manners or the confusing emotions he caused in her.

As he presented her options to her, the coldness of his voice reminded her that, so long as she was at his mercy, continuing to lose her temper with this man was probably not the most prudent course of action - no matter how aggravating he could be. So,... to freeze to death in the forest, or take her chances with him? The apparent return of his earlier good humor decided it, and she picked her self up and walked towards him and the open door.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Oops, double post...

 

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Rothalis:

Rothalis remained at the door, holding it open for Ayah as she passed by him. Taking off a satchel that hung from the horses flank, Rothalis tucked it under his arm. Once she was inside, he followed after her, closing the door. He went over to the single bed that dominated the room and tossed the satchel upon. There was already a fire burning in the huts small hearth. He went over to it and began to tug his clothing off. Placing his shit and cloak atop the stone work that made up the hearth, he was bare chested, he turned to face her then, catching her eyes. "You'd do well to let those cloths dry Ayah." He said calmly as he began to remove his pants. "There's certain to be some cloths you could use around here in the mean time..." And with that, he let his pants fall about his ankles. Kicking them off, he folded them and placed them with his other cloths. Then, in only a single undergarment, he walked across the room, scanning the hut with his eyes, as though he were looking about for the first time.

Five minutes later he'd grabbed grabbed an arm full of cloths that suited him from a pile he had found in a darkened corner of the hut. "There's some here that you could use too..." He muttered as he nodded back to the pile. He dressed in the cloths he'd grabbed and then tossed himself back upon the bed that dominated the room, tucking his arms up under his head, he stretched out and briefly watched Ayah, then focused upon the craclking fire, reaching over to grab the Satchel by his side. He flipped open its flap and rummaged through it. Pulling out a bottle of half drank wine and a cloth wrapped block of cheese, he sat up, crossing his legs indian style as he took his knife out again and started to slice at the block of cheese.

He'd cut off several slices and layed them on a scrap of the cloth and pushed it to the edge of the bed. Clearing his throat he uncorked the wine and took a long draw off it then spoke again. "There's some cheese here for you if you're hungry." He said as he wiped his lips and chin dry as some of the wine had dribbled free. His head was lowered, his long hair drifting over his shoulders, a couple strands in his face as he shifted his eyes to look toward Ayah, to see what she was up to at the moment.

 

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Ayah
As soon as she entered the hut, Ayah headed immediately for the warmth of the fire. Upon hearing Rothalis come over and join her in front of the fire, she glanced over at him, and was caught entirely off guard when she was confronted with the sight of his naked chest. She was amazed at how different he looked from Griath, the only other man she'd seen in a similar state of undress: while Griath's pale body had been soft and effeminate, Rothalis' tanned chest was broad and well muscled, and Ayah found herself wondering what touching his bare skin would feel like. At the sound of his voice she looked up, meeting his intense gaze, and she was suddenly uncomfortably aware of what had just been going through her head. Blushing hotly in embarrassment, she quickly turned her face back to the fire, but not before noticing he was removing his pants: blushing still redder she was very glad her back was now to him. She was relieved to hear that he was looking for clothes, and resolved that she would not risk looking at him again until he was once more fully clothed.

Once he had dressed, she was still left with the dilemma of what to do about her clothes: she couldn't remain in her wet shift, that would be both uncomfortable and idiotic, but changing would mean disrobing in front of him! She walked over to the pile of clothes and found some trousers and a shirt that looked like they might fit. The trousers were easy enough, she was able to slide them on under her dress, but the shirt on the other hand,... Well there was nothing else for it, and it was not like he found her attractive anyway, she reminded herself angrily. For some reason that thought made her resent the fact that she was allowing herself to feel embarrassed over being unladylike in front of him: it was not as if she cared in the least what he thought of her, if he could go prancing around half naked then damn it so could she! She quicky removed her dress, folded the shirt across one arm, and walked over to the bed.

"Yes thank you, I would like some cheese." She said cooly, sitting down on the bed and taking a piece of the cheese he had offered.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

He'd been gazing into the fire, minding only himself while Ayah changed. When she came over to the corner of the bed, her shirt off, her breasts exposed, he looked up. For a moment, his eyes fixated upon her breasts, and his mouth opened, for an instant, it seemed he was about to say something, but instead, he lifted the block of cheese to his lips, his knife cutting a length of it into his mouth as his eyes rose to reguard Ayah's face as she took up a piece of the cheese he'd sliced for her.

He did not shift his gaze as she popped the cheese into her mouth and ate it. Instead, he absently sliced another scrap of cheese into his waiting mouth, and ate opposite her as he continued to stare.

 

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Ayah
Ayah had forgotten how hungry she was until she took a bite of the cheese, it was lovely to actually be dry and have food in her stomach again. As she met Rothalis' gaze she wondered what he had been about to say, no doubt something infuriating. As she ate, continuing to meet Rothalis' steady gaze with her own, she couldn't help being amused by her current situation - she was sitting, partially clad, on a bed, with a man she knew almost nothing about: if someone had even suggested she might find herself in such a situation a few days ago, she would have been appalled, but now here she was. She was only partially successful at suppressing a chuckle, the whole situation was so totally ridiculous. And he was sitting there watching her as though nothing even remotely odd had taken place, as though he dined on cheese, with half naked women, every day of the week! She gave up trying to hide her amusement and leaned back against the wall laughing.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

Rothalis gave a strange smile as he continued to watch Ayah. She leaned back, against the wall and began to laugh. His eyes fell downward, caught by the sight of her breasts as the shook with her laughter. He lingered upon them for a moment, then looked back up into Ayah's face. He tilted his head to the side, as if to ask what she found so humorous, then sliced another bit of cheese into his mouth. She couldn't seem to stop laughing, even then. And after he had chewed and swallowed this last bit of cheese, he set the knife and the rest of the cheese down, by what he had cut for Ayah, turning his head away for but a second. Then he looked back upon her. Shifting to his side, propping his head upon his hand, he gazed at her curiously, waiting for her fit of laughter to come to an end.

 

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Ayah
When she could finally stop laughing she looked back, meeting Rothalis' curious eyes. "Does nothing faze you horse thief?" She asked, still amused. "Or is it just that returning home with half-drowned women is something of a routine for you? If this place is even yours." She added, questioningly, giving him a sharp look, as she recalled the unfamiliarity with which he had regarded the room when they first arrived. He had stretched out of the bed again, and, she had to admit, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Ayah looked back into his eyes with some irritation, realizing she had been staring at his body again, "And stop looking so attractive!" She snapped in exasperation.

 

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Rothalis:

"Oh, there are certain things that phase me, yes..." He glanced at her breasts for but a split second, then back into her eyes. "And... Actually... You're the first drown rat I've ever taken home..." A smile spread across his lips. "Well... Borrowed home anyway..." He winked, puting a solid finger to his lips. "Shh, don't tell anyone..." He whispered, conspiritorially then laughed.

They were both silent for a moment, and he watched Ayah's eyes drift along his body. He smirked as he felt her gaze pass over the area of his crotch and while it slipped past, he undid the top couple buttons of his shirt quickly, letting a patch of his chest hair become exposed. Once she caught his eyes again, he smiled, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise at her words. "Don't be so attractive..." He repeated. "I've never really considered that... You see... "He sat up and his shirt shifted, revealing one of his pecks. "In my line of work, it pays off well to have a certain... Amount of charm..." He said in a wholey self assured tone.

He peeked down at her exposed breasts again, they were drawing his attention more and more by the minute. "Speaking of charms..." He said humourously as he kept his eyes upon the round, fire lit orbs. His hand reached out and he brushed a finger tip across her right nipple. "You could make a killing as a thief with these, lass." He breathed, admiringly.

 

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Ayah
Ayah's breath caught in her throat and she shivered with pleasure from his touch, her nipple hardening instantly in response to his teasing and she felt moisture between her thighs: how was he doing this to her with only one finger? As he started to withdraw his hand Ayah instinctively moved closer to him, not allow him to break contact with her body, until she found herself kneeling on the bed mere inches from him. She had never felt sensations like this before, her body literally ached to touch him, to run her fingers through the hair on his chest, to taste him,... She raised a hand to his chest and slowly trailed her fingertips from his collar bone, circling closely around his exposed nipple but not quite touching it, relishing the feel of his muscles flexing beneath his skin as she caressed him.

She felt as though she would be torn apart by the conflicting pulls of morality and desire: she knew she must not do this, but god how could she not?! She closed her eyes to block out the sight of him. Lord Griath could not afford the embarrassment of leaving her un-found, she would not be able to hide from him forever, she knew that. And if,... if she let this happen and it was discovered, then Rothalis would certainly hang, regardless of his innocence regarding her identity - and lord only knows what would happen to her. The thought of being responsible for his death gave her the strength she needed to pull herself away from him, but only just. She scrambled toward the end of the bed to retrieve her shirt, hoping that being clothed might somehow quench the burning desire that had been awakened in her flesh.

 

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Rothalis:

Rothalis had lidded his eyes, allowing Ayah to feel his chest, run her hands over his peck, he noticed how she avoided contact with the small nipple that was showing. He would not close his eyes completely, he knew better, even if it were the most innocent lass, he knew better. His jaw flexed as he drew a slow breath.

Then she drew away, setting at the corner of the bed, drawing her shirt to conceal her chest, her back to him. He pursed his lips and looked along the curve of her spine for but a moment, then he drew himself up behind her. His hands, light, and dexterous from years and years of handling locks began to caresss her bare shoulders. He massaged, his thumbs coming together, in a stroke up along the back of her neck. He didn't say a word, just massaged her. His fingers webed out along her sides, as his thumbs pointed in and ran with a pleasure inducing pressure along her spine. He stared at the perfection of her back as he drew his thumbs down its length, then back up.

 

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Ayah
God his hands felt so good! She leaned back into his touch, then, unable to resist the hold he had over her: she turned around once more, letting the shirt drop to the floor. Lowering her head to his shoulder, she inhaled deeply, she couldn't put her finger on what it was, but there was something about the way he smelled that made her head spin. Almost of there own volition her hands rose to his chest: not quite so tentative anymore, she ran her fingers up his sides and rubbed her palms against his chest. She could feel the nipples harden beneath her hands, just as hers had done at his touch, and the knowledge that she could effect his body as he did hers sent a shuddering wave of pleasure through her. She bit into her lip and moaned softly as she felt him pull her closer to him. "Rothalis," she gasped, looking into his eyes beseechingly, "you don't understand, we can't do this, it,...it could mean your death."

 

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Rothalis:

"My death?" Rothalis placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back to look in her eyes. "Pft..." He scoffed. "I sincerely doubt it..." He said dismissively. "Now..." He said, as his hands commanded her body, laying her down along side him, laying her flat, he bowed his head over her breasts and sucked the tender hard nub of her right breasts nippled into his mouth, he teased circled about it as he kneeded her other breast in his palm for but a moment, exciting its nipple to hardness as well between thumb and fore finger. "No more of this death nonsence..." He said huskilly as he drew his mouth away from her right breast, only to begin assaulting her left with a hot, fluid lash of his tongue. His hand abbandoned her breasts, running down the smooth skin of her curvacious stomach, he noticed how it quaked at his feather light touch.

Slowly his hand slid under the waste band of her trousers. His finger tips brushed through the silken nest of her pubic hair, curling along her mound. A finger struck along her slit as though it struck at the cord of of a violin, and again it struck, continuing to play a mock tune upon her very body. He felt the moisture upon his finger tips as he nuzzled her breasts, alternating between them not leaving one for the other long enough to let it grow cold from the surrounding air.

His fingers become emboldened and parted the lips of her sex as two slowly eased into her, passing one knuckle, then a second, and when he could not seem to push them any further into her, he did, with quick, short nudges of his hand, his fingers hooked upward, he rubbed along the moist, hot internal walls of her sex.

As he explored his fingers about inside her, he came upon a spung-like bump, and he began to run his fingers over it, massaging it curiously. His massaging became stronger and stronger by the second as he focused on this strange bump he'd found.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Thats me up there.

 

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Ayah
As she felt his hand moving down the silky skin of her stomach, Ayah's world was reduced to the amazing sensations her body was experiencing. She twisted and writhed beneath him, helpless with need for him to touch her more deeply, more fully. Rothalis' lips and mouth continued to torment her nipples and she wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders, fingers tangling in his long hair, and hungrily pulled him closer, harder against her. Lower and lower his fingers moved, his touch searing through her like liquid fire, until she felt him reach between her legs. Her entire being was suddenly focused on that one hidden spot between her legs: it was as if all the heat in her body was suddenly flowing to that one special place, until she felt she might explode from the intensity of the pleasure. Each stroke of his finger across her wet slit sent a shockwave of pleasure pounding through her, forcing a moan of pleasure from her and causing her hips to buck upwards, as she instinctively sought to bring him deeper within her, to drown him in her all consuming need. When his fingers slipped inside the tight, velvet heat of her pussy she cried out in ecstacy, her back arching, as the spasms of her first orgasm hit her straining body. The pleasure of it was beyond anything she had ever known or imagined, and her body continued to shudder even after the crest of her passions had passed. Just as she was starting to come back to her senses, his probing fingers contacted something inside of her that seemed to ignite her very soul: relentlessly he rubbed harder and harder and she threw back her head, screaming, as her whole being exploded into pure, molten, pleasure. Over and over the waves of exquisite rapture crashed over her, as his fingers continued their assault upon her flesh, drawing whimpering moans from her spent body as she gasped for air.