Marriage of the Fae Ch. 01

He uses my distraction to let go of my restrained shoulder, his hand going to the hem of his shirt. In a moment he sweeps it off, pulling his fingers out of me, and I hate myself for mewling in discomfort at that tugging feeling the loss of his fingers brings. He's pulling down his thin linen pants, and I have less than a second to try to wriggle away before he's on top of me again, and I feel him rubbing himself against the lips of my pussy. I won't look at his cock, I refuse, but even with my eyes averted I can feel how thick it is, how its considerable length slides against my slick folds...I'm wet, and I don't even remember how it happened, but he's smiling again and leaning down to draw his tongue across my peaked nipple. "Perhaps this won't be painful for you after all...you're practically dripping, sweetness," he murmurs, and I groan. "Don't be ashamed...it'll make it all the easier for the both of us to find release..."

I can feel him shift in order to grip his cock and press it against my clit, his other arm leaning against the bed, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Stop..." I gasp, because I don't want this, I want to stop feeling that terrible, incredible sense of relief every time he's inside me. "Please, Rhys...I don't want to do this, I don't want it..." My voice is barely a whisper. I'm so fucking weak.

"Shh." His lips are against my ear again, and he pants pleasurably as he pushes his dick against my opening. The tugging is back, like it's trying to pull him into me, and I curl in discomfort, making Rhys chuckle. "Impatient little thing," he breathes.

"I am not..." I'm cut off when he draws back his hips and pushes himself inside me, and I can feel the tugging go slack, a tension I didn't know was in my body unwinding. I cry out without meaning to as my mouth drops open, and I can feel him moan above me, and I'm distracted by that relief for a moment before the pain sets in, the stretching sensation of being filled completely for the first time. I whimper loudly, my fingers digging into the bedspread. "Fuck...it hurts, don't, it..." Rhys cuts me off when he presses his full lips to mine. "I know, little one. It'll be over soon, shh..."

I writhe beneath him, unable to find a comfortable position with him stretching me. He exhales sharply and pushes me into the bed with his weight before dragging his cock out of me. The stretching subsides and then I'm yelping again as he pushes back into me, holding himself inside my aching pussy.

And the pain is slowly going away, replaced by that feeling of relief, the thread between us slackening. He pulls out sharply and the force of the tug surprises me, making me roll my hips up to soothe the pull on my chest. And with each shove of his cock back inside, the pain subsides a little until all I can feel is Rhys filling me, and the overwhelming pleasure of the slackening of the thread. It's building in my belly as he thrusts, until his cock swells and he pushes inside me and holds there to release himself with a grunt, and I can't hold in my gasp as the relief seems to peak and I cum hard with him still spilling into my body.

When he relaxes against me and rolls over, pulling me on top of him, I tell myself I'm too exhausted to resist.

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So...that's Chapter 1! I truly hope you enjoyed it. Please comment; I would love to hear from anyone who reads this. Thank you very much!