Heart of Stone Ch. 03

"One might say that I do have it back." He kissed her softly.

"True." A blush bloomed on Mary's cheeks. "I guess I haven't started thinking in those terms yet."

He kissed her softly and then his lips took on a new firmness, Mary trembled and felt her body respond to his touch. His fingers squeezed her breasts gently and she gasped and arched against him when his talons tickled her hard nipples. Mary could feel the now familiar wetness growing between her legs again, she pushed aside memories of the painful sensation of being opened by his tail and gave herself over to the pleasure of his touch. Mary moaned against his mouth, her tongue stroking his. Aiden pulled one of the pillows down and moved her onto her back with her hips propped up on it. The position and her relaxation made it impossible to keep her legs together. He moved over her and settled between them and Mary suddenly felt very small and very scared. His mouth left hers and he looked down at her. The soft candlelight caught his eyes and she saw the worry in them.

"What?" She asked, shifting uneasily under him.

"I fear I will injure you beyond your ability to forgive." Mary kissed his arm, because it was all she could reach.

"I'm scared, I can't hide that." She was blushing and she felt her heart pounding but she forced herself to look up at him. "But you know I trust you."

"I do not question that child." He kissed the side of her neck softly and Mary relaxed. One hand stroked over her chest, her fingers finding the tip of his right nipple and he growled softly as she pinched. His lips found hers again, Mary's tongue caressed his lips and his mouth became hungrier again. He rested on his arm, the other hand explored her carefully and Mary arched under his touch. When his talons lightly stroked over her slightly open lower lips Mary gasped and felt her juices building more quickly. She was breathing faster when he looked down at her again. "Mary-"

"Please." Her heart was pounding, and it was all that she was able to say. He kissed her softly and slid down between her legs. Mary relaxed and opened her legs wider when his lips brushed the front of her mound.

One hand rested on his head, the fingers on her other hand caressed the smooth surface of his curling horns. His tongue teased the nub of her pleasure and Mary drew a sharp breath, she pressed forward against his mouth. He teased her with feather-light flicks of the very tip of his tongue and firm, licking strokes that made her tremble. He pressed the tip of his tongue inside her again and this time the discomfort faded as quickly as it registered. He waited until she was on the edge and then pulled away.

His mouth traveled back up the front of her body and his mouth took possession of hers. Mary felt something hard and impossibly wide pressing lightly against her entrance, her eyes widened as he rubbed against her softly. He began to press harder and Mary gripped his shoulders when the pressure became painful. She whimpered sharply. He held her in place and the terrible fear that had gripped her in the bathroom returned.

"I love you child, do not forget that." He whispered softly and pressed hard against her. Mary tensed and cried out. One hand slid under her body and gripped one shoulder, holding her in place. He pushed harder and the tearing feeling returned, only it was worse this time. Her fingernails bit firmly into his back and he continued the hard, painful pressure. Mary started to cry and he growled and pressed against her forcefully. The pain overwhelmed her and Mary screamed and started to struggle. He held her in place and growled again, pushing deeper into her body, tearing her further. He was moving deeper inside her, despite Mary's pained cries. When he was a deep inside as her body would allow he stopped and cradled her against his chest. Mary's sobs were shaking her body and he held her until she quieted again.

When he started to move inside her the pain hadn't subsided fully and her tears started again. He held her tightly and took his pleasure despite Mary's pained cries. Finally the agony receded and she clung to him, feeling the sensations start to change. She heard his pleasure sounds, felt her body starting to relax. He pressed deep inside her and the animalistic growl frightened Mary. It was the first time since she met him that he seemed more beast than man. Her arms and legs tightened around him and she whimpered with fresh pain as his hot semen stung her torn flesh. He cradled her gently and carefully pulled out of her. By the time he retreated from her completely, Mary felt lightheaded and she shivered against him.

She closed her eyes and let him move her body. He laid her back against mattress. She whimpered sharply when he pressed the cool cloth against her. On the edges of her consciousness she could hear him whispering, though she couldn't understand what he was saying. She felt the tension leaving her muscles as he washed her gently. She could feel him staring at her swollen, bruised vulva. Mary was almost beyond being embarrassed by the close inspection. The throbbing ache began at her knees and moved up into her lower stomach. The prospect that he would relieve a small part of some of that ache was enough to keep her exposed to his eyes. He pressed the cool cloth against her again.

"Open your eyes child, so I know that you can still look at me." Mary forced her eyes open, her hand trembled as she stroked his cheek. "Have I broken your trust?"

"No." She moved closer, trembling. She forced a small smile. "I'm cold though." He pulled the blanket around her and Mary pressed closer to his warm body. She closed her eyes and relaxed against him. After a few minutes he took the cloth away. Mary pressed close against him, the feeling of safety she felt in his arms was unchanged. She squirmed slightly when she felt the uncomfortable sticky wetness on her thighs. She moved away from him reluctantly.

"Do you wish me to leave?" He asked softly.

"That's the last thing I would want. I just need to use the bathroom." She kissed his lower lip softly. Mary found her nightgown and wrapped it around herself. Each step reawakened the ache in her body. When she returned he had a few more of the candles were glowing. The light in the room was still soft, but it was a little brighter than before. She curled up in his arms and tossed the nightgown aside. His fingers slipped inside the waist of her panties.

"I was enjoying the feeling of your skin." His voice was soft, but what he meant was clear.

"I," She looked up into his eyes, hesitant to tell him. "I'm bleeding." She said it softly and hid her blush against his shoulder.

He held her tightly and Mary relaxed, her body molded to his. He pulled the blankets around her shoulders.

"Don't leave." She said softly.

"I won't, dearest one." He looked down at her, one hand slid into the panties to cup her bottom. Mary blushed a little but stayed where she was.

"I mean in the morning." She said. He chuckled softly.

"I must child. You would not wish to awake to an object of stone, but I give my word that I will not leave until I absolutely have to." He stroked her hair, and Mary drifted off again. This time, her sleep was much deeper than before.