There was a silence that stretched on for a few seconds, the question Mariella had just asked hanging in the air, as the two locked eyes for the first time since they started kissing.

  “Of cou—” He began speaking, but she cut him off.

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “You’ve done nothing to deserve that question. Don’t answer.” She swallowed. “I’m just nervous. But… I trust you.”

  Tybalt suppressed a slight pang of guilt. “I trust you,” she says. I don’t deserve it… She’s worried that I just want her for sex, though. At least that’s not the problem. Fuck, maybe I’ll genuinely feel more comfortable telling her the truth after this. Or I’m just justifying doing what I really want to do already…

  “I want you,” he said. “Not just for tonight. If you’ll have me, I want more than just sex… You’re an incredible woman in more ways than one. But tonight, I want you, um, physically.”

  She nodded and gave him a nervous little smile. “Yeah, I know.”

  Then, in a single smooth motion, she tore off her pants and underwear and threw them off to the other side of the cave. Tybalt saw everything: a tangle of curly brown pubic hair, a hint of the pink lips below, and the wide hips and strong, thick legs that he’d been admiring for days.

  “Go ahead,” she said in a tone of undisguised lust. “I’m all yours. Just, um, don’t spill your seed inside me, please… I don’t know if this is a dangerous time of the month. I haven’t really needed to track that closely.”

  I appreciate the warning, he thought. Making bastards was the last thing he wanted to do.

  Tybalt started to nod, but she added, “Do it hard and fast, and don’t worry about whatever faces I make. Just try to enjoy yourself. After you do it once, maybe we can try again later, and the second time can be a little slower.” She sounded hopeful in that second sentence.

  Definitely a virgin, Tybalt thought. He’d thought she was from the way she’d hinted at her lack of experience, but this attitude of let’s-get-it-over-with was weirdly common in his experiences with virgins.

  His face must have given away that he disagreed with the approach, but she misunderstood his issue.

  “What, does not finishing inside make it that much worse?” Mariella asked, frowning.

  He shook his head a little impatiently.

  “Not that. The second part, about trying to get the first time over with.”

  “I always heard it’s painful.” She blushed again as she spoke, and the redness carried from her face down to the tops of her breasts.

  Confirmed, then.

  “Let me worry about how we do this, all right?” Tybalt said firmly. “You’re a Lieutenant out there.” He pointed at the distant entrance to the cave. “Tonight, in here, you belong to me.”

  She stared into his eyes and gave him a look he didn’t know how to interpret. Then she nodded.

  “Yes, sir,” she said in a submissive tone that Tybalt found unexpectedly and intensely arousing. It was the first time she had called him that, and a complete reversal of their ranks. A moment passed, and she tried to play it off with a note of humor. “I mean, I’ll be in your care, Specialist.”

  Tybalt pulled his pants down without breaking eye contact with Mariella and tossed them after hers. Then he leaned down and locked lips with her once again. They kissed hungrily, tongues and lips and saliva mingling together. His right hand lifted her thick, bare ass, squeezed and fondled it, while his left hand snaked between her legs until he found her lower lips.

  Mariella was sopping wet.

  He dipped his fingers inside her entrance, and she let out a little surprised grunt into his mouth. Then he ran his fingertips up her slit to the clitoris. He started playing with her button with two fingers, alternating between that and rubbing her soaked lips or sticking a couple of fingers inside.

  She made little inarticulate noises of pleasure in accompaniment, with the occasional “please” or “more” thrown in.

  As he did this, he kept kissing her, but he moved away from her mouth to her neck, her ear lobe, her breasts, anywhere but her lips.

  He wanted to hear her. Above all else, he wanted to make her moan.

  As Tybalt touched and kissed her, Mariella’s arms writhed up above her shoulders, running over the hard cave floor, trying to find something to hold onto as she lost herself in his touch.

  “Oh, gods…” The first time she said it was a whisper.

  After a couple more minutes of this, her body began writhing and shaking, her hips lifting off the ground as she humped the fingers he plunged shallowly in and out of her.

  “I don’t, uh, believe this,” she grunted.

  “Come for me,” he growled in her ear. He bit down on the earlobe, gave her hot button a few more strokes, and then she shook violently all over.

  “Oh gods, Tybalt…!” Then she moaned wordlessly.

  Her hands moved down and held tight to his waist as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shuddered, breasts heaving, legs shaking, mouth open in a long, silent cry that continued well after the audible moan was over.

  Tybalt held still for a minute, waiting for her to catch her breath or say something. He knew how sensitive every part of her must feel after that.

  “You didn’t have to do all that,” Mariella said at last, looking at him tenderly. She seemed a lot more relaxed than she had been when they started. She raised a hand to his cheek and ran a finger through his long, dark hair, then let out a little giggle. “I always heard that men just want to stick it in.”

  “And you still wanted to do it?” Tybalt said.

  “I might die any day out here, you know,” she said, giving him a wink. “I’m keeping dangerous company. But I’m definitely alive tonight.”

  “Do you feel ready?” Tybalt asked.

  “I thought I was ready before… that. Even if I wasn’t ready now, I would still want you to do it. You’ve definitely earned it.”

  Tybalt smiled arrogantly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Mariella opened her legs to receive him. “It was.”

  Tybalt pressed his mouth to hers once more, and they shared a long tongue kiss. He squeezed each of her breasts again, savoring every moment, before he pulled back and looked down at her opening.

  It was extremely slick and wet. She was as ready as she could be.

  He reached down, guided himself to the entrance, and pressed in. Unsurprisingly, she was very tight. It felt incredible, like being gripped by a hot velvet glove and slowly caressed. After weeks without any action outside dreams, every sensation was turned up to eleven.

  I probably should have taken care of these feelings sometime in the last few days… He hoped he would be up to the task of giving her a memorable first time.

  Mariella brought him back down to Abadd as she sucked in a sharp breath, trying to prepare for the pain.

  Tybalt pushed forward, encountered the barrier inside her, and pressed slowly through it.

  Mariella let out a little grunt, made a face, and then looked surprised as Tybalt pushed further in.

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  “That… wasn’t so bad?” she whispered.

  “It doesn’t have to be,” Tybalt replied.

  Trust the expert. He winked.

  Mariella reached up, ran one hand over his chest, and with the other one, grabbed his ass. She licked her lips and released a slow, shaky breath.

  “I hope it’s good for you,” she said nervously. “Tell me if there’s anything I should be doing.”

  “Just do whatever you feel like,” Tybalt said, grinning. He liked this new, eager to please Mariella. “It’s pretty much always fun for the man unless he gets injured during the act somehow. My concern is your pleasure.” He pushed another inch inside her, and she swallowed. He could see in her face that it was still a little bit painful.

  Darn, I thought I handled that perfectly.

  He kept pushing slowly in until he hit what felt like the back. He could tell that it had hurt her slightly again, but Mariella didn’t utter a sound of complaint.

  Then he pulled back, withdrawing until only the tip of his manhood was inside her. He saw the blood coating his shaft, and he was reminded that Mariella had trusted him with her first time.

  No pressure. Not trying to set any records here. Just go slow, don’t finish too fast, don’t finish inside her, and try to make her finish first. Again. If she says she wants there to be a next time, it’s a success.

  Tybalt pushed slowly back in, until he bottomed out again.

  He repeated the process, thrusting in and out, moving carefully at first and slowly picking up the pace as she got used to it. Then Mariella’s body dictated a change in tempo.

  One moment, she was lying almost still, clearly enduring his penetration more than enjoying it, hands tense at her sides. The only movement was her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts.

  Then it was as if a switch had flipped. With the next thrust, her hips were rolling up into his, trying to keep more of him inside her.

  It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened, but he could see it when the look on her face changed from one of pain to excitement.

  “Oh. Ohhhh.”

  Her hands rose from her sides and began tentatively groping at her own breasts, squeezing them together, and rubbing her nipples the way Tybalt had done earlier.

  Tybalt started thrusting harder, pushing as much of himself into her as he could, until their hips were slapping together with every thrust.

  Her moans filled the cave.

  “Oh, gods. Oh, Tybalt…”

  She couldn’t say anything more coherent than that, it seemed. Her body language said it all. Head thrown back, hands fondling her own breasts. Lastly, she wrapped her legs tightly around Tybalt’s ass, as if trying to keep him deep inside.

  Every part of her was getting into this.

  It only took a couple of minutes of the more intensified pace before Mariella shuddered. Her whole body shook, and her legs locked themselves in place.

  “It’s… again. Oh, gods, Tybalt… so good!” She let out a wordless moan, and then she squeezed and clenched around him, her body shuddering in pleasure once more.

  Tybalt continued fucking through the orgasm, enjoying it but trying not to notice it too much. He had brought Mariella to climax twice, but he wanted one more, just to make this memory a little bit more special. He didn’t want to finish right now. If he paid too much attention to the look of ecstasy on her face, he might weaken.

  He kept going as her body relaxed back into its normal pace. She humped into almost every thrust now, seemingly not fully in control of herself, her hips just executing her base desires, her legs trying to pull him in that little bit deeper.

  Men are the lustful ones, huh? He remembered her saying something like that before.

  “Having fun?” he asked.

  “Yes, yes,” she groaned.

  “Astara’s pull is feeling pretty strong, huh?”

  She looked back up at him with an expression of surprise, mixed with her continued intense arousal. She definitely knew exactly what he was talking about.

  “Astara exerts a powerful pull, and men are weaker against her charms than women.” That was what she said.

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “But men are weaker against that than women?” He timed every other word with a thrust.

  “I guess you make me weak,” she said. One hand moved from her breasts to cover her eyes for a moment. She was slightly embarrassed, but below her palm, he could see her lips curled in a lustful smile.

  He rewarded the honesty by playing with her breasts a little more, kissing and sucking them and then using the left one almost as a handle, along with her hip, while he fucked her.

  Neither of them said anything else.

  It didn’t take long for her to roll into another orgasm.

  “Oh gods, again…?” she cried out. Then she let out a wordless moan, and her eyes rolled back a little in her head.

  She clenched around his shaft again, so tightly this time that he didn’t dare to move. Maybe it just felt more intense because he was on the edge himself. This time, her hips stopped moving almost completely, even as he also came to a stop.

  Mariella squeezed and milked him, her inner walls massaging him as if trying to make him climax—which, biologically, he knew they were.

  It felt incredible, and Tybalt had accomplished his goal. He had brought the Lieutenant to orgasm three times, twice while he was actually inside her. She would definitely want another session sometime in the future.

  There was just one problem.

  “T-Tybalt, what’s happening?” Mariella asked in a quiet, slightly sleepy voice. “I feel you… twitching inside me. Are you… finishing?”

  She sounded a little worried, though not nearly as much as she should be. Nothing seemed quite as urgent post-orgasm.

  The feeling was intense for him. Everything had built up inside him. There was no stopping it now.

  “I’m trying very fucking hard not to, Mariella,” Tybalt said, digging his fingernails into one palm as he barely held back. “I can’t—I can’t break your grip here.” He grabbed one of her legs and pulled on it to demonstrate. “I’m not moving, so there’s not as much stimulation, but I need you to let me go. Otherwise, I’m going to paint your insides…”

  “Oh.” She sounded embarrassed. She quickly unhooked her legs from around his waist, and the feet set down on the ground, knees still locked into their bent position.

  Tybalt pulled out and immediately came. Spurts of pale fluid spattered all over Mariella’s bush, her thighs, her lower lips, and the cave floor.

  “Ohh, it’s so hot,” she moaned. “I feel it. I feel it on me, I… Wait, is it in me? Could this make me pregnant?” Again, she did not sound as if she cared about that nearly as much as she should.

  “It looks like it’s all on the outside,” Tybalt said uncertainly. “But… it’s possible. I can’t say anything for sure. And I was close for a little while there, holding back. Hopefully nothing… leaked out.”

  “Sorry,” Mariella said, blushing again. “That part was really my fault. I should have known better than to wrap my legs around your waist. I just went with what my body wanted to do. Astara—no, you exerted a powerful pull… Thank you. You were very considerate. And stronger than me.” She began to speak more quickly, as if energized and embarrassed by what she was saying in equal measure. “I mean, the sex was amazing, I had the time of my life, but what I’m trying to say is that you were considerate and strong, trying so hard not to finish inside. You were more disciplined than I was. I just went with what I felt, like… like an animal. I don’t know how I would explain it to my family if you had impregnated me. Although I think, maybe I… kind of wanted you to finish inside, at the end? There was a part of me that thought, if it was you, it wouldn't be so bad, taking a risk…”

  Whoa.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Tybalt said. “I like you a lot, Mariella. I hope we can stay… close.” He gave her a mischievous smile.

  She looked a bit sleepy after she’d gotten those words out, but she nodded and swallowed. “Tybalt, it’s not ladylike of me to say this… but after that, I’ll sleep with you whenever you want, as long as no one else is around. If you feel up to it again, we can do it tonight. I’ll be a little sore in the morning, but that was…”

  Tybalt shook his head. “Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment, but I covered your entrance with my seed. And it’s all over the tip of my dick. If we were taking a small risk before, a second round of sex now would be an actual roll of the dice. A high roll would mean you’re pregnant.”

  Mariella seemed to think it over for a second.

  “Yeah… better not do that, then,” she said, sounding slightly disappointed. “You’re amazing, Tybalt. I knew I could trust you with… with this. You could have put a baby in me, either just now, or later tonight, and it would have been my own fault. My family would have probably forced us to get married. If you’d wanted that result…”

  She didn’t sound worried about it at all, which he found oddly sexy. Or maybe just affirming. He had fucked this woman so well that she thought she was ready to be tied to him for life.

  I could tell her the truth now. Couldn’t I? I mean, this is sort of what I was waiting for, in a sense. She’s definitely very attached to me.

  “I’d rather win you more honestly,” Tybalt said.

  Mariella pushed herself up, breasts bouncing slightly as she moved, and gave Tybalt a long kiss on the lips.

  “Lie close to me while we sleep,” she said after she pulled away, giving him intense eye contact. “I want you as close as I can keep you, from now on.”

  I’ll tell her tomorrow, like I planned. Right now, I just want to be close to her.

  Tybalt smiled and nodded. Then he crawled away, just to grab both of their pants from the other side of the cave. In case they were taken by surprise in the morning, he didn’t want Mariella to be caught with her pants down. He dropped hers in front of her, and he pulled his own pants back on.

  Then he laid down beside Mariella and put his arm around her, and after some more light whispered conversation, the lovers fell into a dreamless sleep.