It All Shall Be Destroyed (Closed)

[prettyserpentine]

He had smiled at her, and he looked so handsome. "I know my father does not love me, neither of them really showed it." She furrowed her smooth brow in a frown. Her naïveté was obvious. "I'm not lustful... I've never been with a man. I thought it was meant to be passionate, fateful, not like the way Luris was." His words came back to her, and stung her. She looked into his eyes. "I am not my mother, she gave birth to me, but that is all she ever did that benefited my life. In every other way she controlled and ruled it. I was not allowed to be my own woman." She knew her earlier seductive behaviour had made him say those things, and she felt bad. "I was merely curious. I do not lust after your...your...um..." She blushed beet root red as he grabbed her small hand and placed it, moving it over his length.

The first things she felt were warmth, and a growing hardness. She gasped, trying to pull her hand away as her face reddened. He was large, that much she could feel. Larger by far than her husband had been, and she wondered. She looked up at him. "You don't need to touch it to make it so hard?" Her fingers curled over the bulge and she could feel it growing under her touch. She shivered, frowning, his words about her mother playing on her mind. She wasn't her. She wasn't some horrible woman who only slept with men to anger her husband and disgrace herself. She looked up at him, his eyes were full of intensity. "That look in your eyes, that is lust." Maia blinked at him, her eyes confused. She wanted him, but she wanted to feel like she was wanted too, and not some necessity. "You only want me because if you deflower me, it will be another notch in your campaign against my father. I will be nothing more to you than a nameless spoil of war." She lowered her head, her soft dark hair falling slightly over her saddened face.

"You have killed my husband, my mother. This means you have freed me from the bonds of that life, so now when my father, Helene's father, is dead I am of no more use to you. You will kill me, when all I want is to be free to find my path." He pulsed under her hand, and she gasped a little. "I will not deny how handsome you are, how I have thought about your hands on me, your lips on mine, but now I do not have a husband anymore, surely I can choose how to take my first lover? You would not love me. I am nothing to you."

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Her pale features allowed for a such more profound of blush than he had seen in other women who had done so in his presence. It was interesting for her face to light up in such a way, even more beautiful than it illuminated by the firelight. However, she was correct in the notion, he lusted for her and little more. "The mere presence of a beautiful woman is sometimes quite enough. Trust me, it is very uncontrollable," he said, with a look of knowing for it had been that way with her mother. Long before he had his way with her and killed her he had grown hard simply by her being near. The way she could look at a man would nearly send him wild.

He nodded, "This is indeed lust, but your virginity means little to me. Nor does the fact your father is a man I wish seen dead. It is simply because you are a beautiful woman, nothing more." That didn't make it better or worse did it? It was simply a matter of fact. Though she had lowered her head in sadness and seemed to want to pull her hand away she didn't, despite him letting her hand go. His phallus continued to grow and wished to be free. It was not meant to be confined and it was because of humans belief they needed to be covered that hid it. In his homeland they needed clothes from the cold, the elements, but that was not the same here.

"Your death is not written, nor have I decided. I have little interest in unnecessary killing," he said, with the body of a good, but dead man laying mere feet away. He wasn't surprised that she had thought of him for he had an ego, especially when it came to women. He was the son of a chief, handsome, a warrior, strong, and had it not been to fate he would have followed a much different path.

"Your people took my wife and child, I have little interest in love. I have only a desire to return to what may remain of my people. You aren't nothing to me, you are woman and I am man. My body desires and will protect you, but no, I have no interest in love."

Jard grew closer to her so he was pressed lightly against her, his body towering over and dwarfing her own.

"But, I will protect you against any enemy and keep you warm."

 

[prettyserpentine]

He desired her? She blinked, having never thought of herself as a desirable commodity. He was the first man to ever acknowledge her as being a woman, and not a girl. Her heart ached when she learned of his wide and child.

"I am sorry for the loss of those whom you loved," she said, as he drew closer to her, their bodies touching. Her breathing sped up, and she moved her hand away from his growing manhood. She smiled a little, as he promised to keep her warm and protect her, her cheeks blushed, but her hands felt cold with nervousness. She touched his wrist again, her icy fingers, cold but gentle.

He was right. It did feel uncontrollable. He had let her explore his body, had let her run her hands over his growing member and now it looked as though it strained against the fabric. The size of it made her nervous, and she held his wrist, her cold digits against his pulse point. She took his other hand, and copied his actions. Perhaps this was how it was done in his land, she hadn't known. She guided his hand down over her belly, their fingers touching against the light sprinkling of hair, and she left his hand there, moving hers back to over the strained fabric.

Maia was gasping, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and fear. "Will ... will it hurt?" She whispered, her voice sounded tiny as she moved her hips against his hand, trembling.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

He didn't smile despite her own. But, he did lust for her. As she touched his wrist her cool touch was invigorating and the closeness nearly sent him over the edge. It hadn't been more than a day since he had her mother and killed her and now the woman before him wanted to give herself. Jard knew the woman had no love for her mother, but he sensed a presence of her within the woman, the way she was acting. It was one of her mother's more desirable traits and she was not like her in other ways, as far as he could tell.

As she guided his hand, allowing him to touch her soft skin, he brushed the light hair as his hand guided to her virgin flesh. His hand continued to move down until his hand cupped her mound, encompassing it. He rubbed up once, and then another time as she moved her hips, desiring him, and to her question he nodded. "At first, and for a bit it will, but it will subside soon after." Jard took her hand and led her within the little hut that was the residence of the dead man. Inside there was little besides a deer skin bed upon the floor and other displays of the man's past kills. Jard guided her inside further and then released her and lifted his shirt over his head and removed his pants.

He had no reservation against nudity and thus was displayed proudly. A lightly haired chest covered some scars, but should she see and feel his back it was another thing altogether as it was covered it deep scars. Some scars were fresh and couldn't be considered scars yet, but deep wounds. His body despite captivity was chiseled, strong, powerful with definition in his pecks, arms, and abs. His legs were thick too, able to support great weight which he had to carry often. His phallus was hard and large, and quite comparable to a good length of Maia's arm, but fortunate for her, not quite as thick.

Seeing a mug of ale on the table he walked over, grabbed it, and downed the first drink he had in such a long time. He allowed Maia to simply remain where she had been, he had a great lust, but he had control...for now.

 

[prettyserpentine]

She couldn't avert her eyes as he undressed, such height, such broad shoulders, strong arms and muscles. His body was covered in marks of his slavery, and she could see the house brand on his skin. She felt bad, and stood in the middle of the room, in the warm glow of the firelight. He drank the ale heartily, throwing his head back as he swallowed it and she caught a glimpse of his manhood. She put her hand over her mouth, it was unlike anything she had seen. She shook her head a little, there was no way she could give her body to him, he would surely hurt her, it couldn't work. But here she was, and she still assumed this was all part of the way two people gave themselves to each other. He had not touched himself, not the way her husband had.

"Do you need to look away from me to be ready?" She asked innocently. She looked around, untying the bonds of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. The firelight danced across the curve of her hip, casting a shadow underneath her bottom, showing off the soft flesh of her breasts, the way her nipples peaked. Her long, wavy black hair hung over her back, and she shivered, moving it to cover her breasts slightly, and letting her hands fall to her sides. The iron ring on her wedding finger glinted in the firelight.

"Is this... is this right?” Her stomach was in knots, here she was naked in front of this man, a former slave, now in her mind, her equal. She moved towards him, touching the skin of his back, running her fingers over some of his scars, over the Targaris brand. She looked down at her own, and then up again at him, looking into his eyes as she put her hand over his heart.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Jard gave her little attention as he refilled the mug with fresh ale. Had he known she was looking, though he truly knew she was, he would have laughed at the look on her face. He suspected a woman like her would be interested in any man like him, but he was unlike many men. "No no, go ahead," he said, and as she began he turned and watched her though he still drank. As she undressed his phallus throbbed with yearning. Her hips were bigger than he expected, but nothing like the women he often pursued as he needed a woman that could handle him.

"Yes, you look beautiful," he said, she looked unique, much different from her mother like Helene did. He was surprised by her pursuit for he thought she would shrink in the moment, but she approached as he drink and he was unable to advert his eyes. His wife had long dark hair like her, but she was a bigger woman who had given birth before he first met her and had much wider hips. As she touched his scars he continued to drink, a conqueror he was and was about to be again. The touch on her scars made his anger rise at the memories they brought with it, but he had killed half of the party responsible, last was the young girl's father who now stood in front of him, willing to part with her virginity.

Her hand pressed lightly against his chest and finally he reached out and slid his fingers through her hair. "You are smaller than I even expected, this may not be wise." His phallus bridged the large gap between them and pressed into her as he continued to stroke her hair.

 

[prettyserpentine]

When his fingers coursed through her hair, she turned her head as his wrist stroked along her temple, and she kissed his forearm. Her breathing hastened, and she could feel wetness in the folds of her flesh, where it craved for his touch. Her entire body craved for his touch and she looked up at him as he spoke, his eyes looking down at her.

"To Hades with what is wise," she said, her voice heavy with desire, and her eyes bright with want. "The gods would not make two humans incompatible..." She hoped her words were true.

Jard closed the space between them and she felt his member against her, nudging against her. She shifted her hips a little, and wondered would he be disgusted when he found her wet. Was it normal? She was so unsure. She looked up at him.

"I don't know what I am to do..." She said unsurely as he stroked her hair and she gently kissed his forearm. "I haven't practiced with a slave the way my sister did.... I've never even kissed..." She licked her lips, suddenly nervous.

The feeling of him stroking her hair was calming, and she leaned against him. He felt hard against her soft skin, the way her nipples brushed against his chest hair was making her squirm. She planted soft kisses over the few scars she could see on his chest. "I do not want to be bad at this," she whispered against his skin.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

As she looked up at him and spoke of her innocence he nodded as she kissed her forearms and then some of his scars. Her touch felt so good that he knew he had to be caring with her, soft, not like he was use to. "We are all bad the first time, men much worse than women," he said as he took her hand and had her wrap it around his phallus. She had small hands, but they looked so much smaller with his size. With her whisper against his skin he placed his hand under her chin, raised it, and leaned down to plant a kiss upon her lips. His own nearly devoured her own, but the kiss was soft and gently, which would seem odd with a brute such as him.

Her nipples pressed lightly at first, but now pressed more firmly against his chest. He wrapped one arm around her as he pushed everything off the table with his other hand. Suddenly, he leaned down, picked her up after putting his hand under her lips, and lifted her easily onto the edge of the table. He continued to kiss her through it all, but now he moved in between her legs and ran his finger on her mound, which was already moist as he expected. "If I hurt you too much tell me to stop for I will not know," he said, as he began to run his phallus between the lips of her mound allowing her to lubricate them as they kissed. He slowly slid forwards and back lubricating most of his shaft, though not entirely for he knew he would not be able to put every inch inside her. He didn't expect to even get more than a few inches.

"Put your arms around my neck," he said, and when she did he guided a hand to his phallus where he held it firmly and pressed it against her. He groaned already, and pressed with his hips and hand to enter her. Finally, the head of his phallus slipped in, stretched her, but tightened so fiercely against him. "I'm going...to take you....." As he pressed forwards he wrapped a hand around her and drew her closer to the edge as he slipped deeper inside. He could barely take the tightness even as he had been with many women many times.

It was then, after he had entered he met the familiar barrier and nodding for her to hold tightly he pressed in, breaking through, and caused a rush to meet his phallus as he entered her deeper. A normal size man was now inside her, despite the struggle of her walls to take the thickness, which was far from normal. Knowing to not go any further he withdrew and entered her again, beginning a constant motion of entering and leaving. "Fight the pain, it will subside," he said, and began to move a bit quicker.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Maia adored the kissing. The feeling of his lips against hers, him touching her body just caused goosebumps to flood over her body. As he kissed her, with a gentleness that she did not think he possessed, she could feel him stroking his manhood against her, making it wet with her juices.

She put her arms around his neck as he told her to, and felt the head of his cock press against her. It was a strange pressure, and stranger still when she felt herself open, and he entered her. Jard groaned, and the noise made her quiver. She gasped, feeling his thickness invade her as he slipped an arm around her, and pulled her to the edge of the table. She opened her legs further and they found purchase against his hips, as he kept his hand on her back. He was still groaning, as he told her he was going to take her. She shuddered, tightening her grip as he paused, looking at her. He nodded at her, not taking his eyes off her as she felt an unusual pressure as he drove his hips forward, his manhood plunging through her maidenhead. She uttered a cry of pain as he withdrew, and then entered her again.

Maia tightened her arms around him, her hands shaking, her face buried against the crook between his neck and shoulder. She fought against the pain, as he said, and colour flooded her face, a heat she had never felt before. As he withdrew and entered her again, it felt less painful, only a feeling of incredible fullness and emptiness as he moved back. He stroked into her, moving a little quicker, and she leaned back, her hands still behind his neck, so she could look at him.

"Jard..." She whispered, lifting her face, and moving her hands along his strong shoulders. She held onto him as he moved inside her, and she kissed him with fervour and passion, biting and suckling on his lip. He was stroking into her, filling her and she tipped her head back and groaned. It was a mixture of pain and incomparable pleasure, and she had never felt more alive.