A hush fell over the crowd as I began my speech, and I had the attention of everyone in the room. Torya blinked back tears as Jaxtom clutched her hands like she would fly away if he let go, and even I swallowed past the emotion rising in my throat.
“Most of you are already familiar with the two people standing before me, but just in case, I’d like to speak on the characters of two people I am proud to call my friends.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “When I first arrived here, this town was called Addington, and a horde of kobolds stood poised to destroy every soul they could find. I killed the threat to the townsfolk before I met anyone.”
I had the rapt attention of the entire church, but several people nodded knowingly as they were transported back to the day I’d first shown up in their midst.
“Then I was brought to Stryker’s tavern, and everyone showed their gratitude for my actions in their own ways.” A smile played on my lips as I thought back to the generosity of the townspeople, even after they’d experienced plenty of hardships themselves. “Torya immediately insisted on getting me into a hot bath and a warm bed,
but Jaxtom grabbed my swords and promised to make me some of better quality.”
Jax grunted and looked down in a self-conscious way, and Torya squeezed his hands lovingly.
They were too cute.
“They didn’t know me from Jack,” I said. “All they knew was that I showed up for them, so they showed up for me. When Jaxtom banged on my door and asked me to do this, I didn’t have a single moment of hesitation. I have accomplished many things during my time in this world, but helping a true friend find his forever happiness has to be the most rewarding thing of all.”
Then I cleared my throat and gestured to Jax.
“Do you have the rings?” I asked.
“Forged ‘em myself,” the blacksmith grunted as he dug into his pants pocket.
I nodded in approval as he slipped the silver band with a ruby gemstone centerpiece onto Torya’s left ring finger before handing her the wide bronze circle for her to place on his.
“Repeat after me,” I said. “With this ring, I promise to give you unconditional love, a lifetime of trust and honesty, and a commitment
to our future together.”
Torya and Jaxtom mimicked my words in unison, and I nodded again. The words were a little unorthodox, but I was the God of Time, so I could make up my own rules as I went along.
“In the name of myself, Sir Sebastian, the Archduke of Sorreyal, Dragon Slayer, Pirate King, and God of Time, I now pronounce you man and wife until death parts you.”
A loud round of applause echoed my words, but Jaxtom and Torya were deaf to the audience, and they stared at each other like nothing else existed in the world.
“That’s your signal to kiss,” I murmured to the newlyweds.
Jaxtom wrapped an arm around Torya’s waist and practically lifted her off her feet to bring her lips to his, and the innkeeper melted in his arms as she kissed him back. The roar of the gathered crowd shook the walls of the brand-new church, and everyone stomped their feet until the couple finally separated.
“Congratulations, you two,” I said. “I wish you a lifetime of bliss.
Now, it’s time to party!”
“Aye!” Jaxtom laughed and clapped me on the shoulder hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. Then he swept Torya up into
his arms as she giggled like a school girl, and the tall blacksmith carried her back down the aisle toward the entrance.
I followed them with a wide smile on my face, but I paused to collect my five beautiful babes from the front row. The crowd began to rise to their feet and filed out of the church, but we were all headed in the same direction, so I just allowed the flow of traffic to guide me forward.
I braced myself against the cold air, but it didn’t take us long to reach the moderate shelter of the large pavilion we’d erected a few days prior. We’d needed someplace to have the feast where everyone could gather and dance, but none of the buildings in town could accommodate this many people. We’d improvised at the last minute, but the entire town had helped my soldiers and workers to erect the pavilion.
Large bolts of fabric and tarps were nailed around the sides to break the wind and slanting snowfall, and braziers provided enough warmth. Soon, the crowd’s combined body heat would bring the temperature up, but in the meantime, several people huddled together around the small flames to warm their chilled fingers.
Tables lined one edge, and dishes of all kinds graced the surfaces. White lilies in small glass vases decorated the spaces
between the food, and I marveled at Bastianville’s women’s ability to acquire blooms at this time of year.
A band sat in a corner, and I saw Stryker among them with what looked like a lute. Abi filtered through the incoming crowd and passed out drinks to everyone like she was an octopus on crack, and I was amazed at her ability to multitask with a bright smile on her face.
Jaxtom and Torya sat in the middle of a table situated in one corner of the pavilion where they could see the entire room, and a line of people had already formed to present gifts and pass on well wishes. They would be busy thanking people the entire night, and I didn’t envy them that.
“What a lovely winter party,” Eva observed as she slipped her hand into mine. “Bastianville has done it again.”
“It’s quite the wonderful little town,” Zenda agreed.
“We stick together around here,” Caelia said with a proud smile.
“The way it should be.” Mahini nodded her approval.
“Oh, Bash, I’m so hungry!” Elissa moaned. “Would it be rude if I ate so soon after we arrived? I really want to tell them
congratulations, but the line is already so long…”
“Feed my child, love,” I chuckled. “We’ll all give them our regards after we eat.”
“Thank you!” Elissa bounded toward the buffet table like an adorable gorilla loose at the zoo, and we all followed in her wake.
After our plates were heaped with goodies, we made our way to a table near the newlyweds, and the music began by the time we sat down with our food. Then Abi brought over a tray full of drinks, and she made sure to give non-alcoholic beverages to the pregnant ladies, but my beer was stout and cold.
After food was enjoyed by all, Jaxtom and Torya opened the dance floor with a slow, romantic number. I clapped enthusiastically when they finished their first dance together, and then others quickly filled the space and joined them.
My mug was never empty for the rest of the evening, and I made a mental note to send a fat tip over to the tavern for all Abi’s hard work. Stryker stepped away from the band for a few songs to dance with his long-lost wife, and then I began to pull my women out to the dance floor one after another. We danced, laughed, and had an all-around great time, and I had to admit, it was one of the best weddings I’d ever attended.
And I’d been to a few. Namely my own.
“To Jaxtom and Torya!” I said as I lifted my mug in toast. “May you have a long, joyous life together, and hopefully grace us with some children with Jax’s hair.”
Everyone laughed and applauded, but then other townsfolk began to give their own toasts, and the evening swept away. It was late in the night when we finally parted ways and let the happy couple get to bed, but at least they got to spend their first night together in the new home the people of Bastianville had given them as a wedding gift. Both had been living in their businesses for far too long as it was, but now that they were together, it made sense for them to have a place to call home.
Life went back to normal the next day, though, and Bastianville continued to prosper despite the added chill in the air and the snow on the ground. The flakes ceased after a few weeks, but the drifts were piled feet deep between businesses. A few people fell sick, but nothing Theodora, the town apothecary, couldn’t handle.
Every seventh day was reserved for church and the weekly market, and Sarosh began to settle into her role as First Priestess.
As she got to know the townsfolk, her confidence rose, and soon she was calling on individuals during her sermons to give their personal
testimonies. Her performances were riveting and entertaining, and I attended every one religiously.
After church, we always headed to the heart of town to explore the market, and I made sure to bring plenty of gold with me. The pavilion from Jax’s wedding was proving to be more than useful for the economy as well. Merchants from all over gathered beneath the awning, and the tables became booths for their wares. There were vendors from Vallenwood, Mistvale Keep, and Kassar, but I also spotted some foreigners from as far away as the Zaborial Isles and even Arajah.
Then there were some Nordic-looking men who looked comfortable in their thick furs, and I wasn’t sure where they were from, but then I remembered the mages from the Northern Reaches all had the same fair skin and blonde hair as the visiting merchants.
I recognized a few of the business owners from some of my other holdings among the crowd as well, and I made a point to talk to them personally as I made my rounds. Ivywood’s representative had brought loads of building materials like timber and clay shingles, but Malakai, Carleone’s blacksmith, displayed an assortment of finely made horseshoes and various other metal goods.
Gryse Yavaro, the traveling merchant I’d met in Wyndvale during a previous adventure, was a common fixture around Bastianville these days, and it seemed the foundation of his business was just bringing new merchants to town with him each time he came. I didn’t mind, and I made sure to purchase a few things from him to encourage him to continue coming back.
Bellona brought out some of her high-quality clothes, and Jaxtom displayed some of his craftsmanship while Torya sold pies by the slice to represent Bastianville. They stood proudly behind their booths, and I bought items from them as well just because they were so cute.
My coin purse was practically empty by the end of the day, but I’d only brought what I’d wanted to spend, and there was plenty more where that came from. I’d become a wealthy man on my travels, and anything my heart desired was mine almost before I completed the thought.
All my women were pleased whenever we left the market, and our packages were brought straight back home to unwrap and enjoy.
If there were new outfits purchased, they would be modeled for my viewing pleasure, and then I got to watch them take those same outfits off.
Zenda continued to be shy now that she was away from her familiar surroundings, but I gave her plenty of time to acclimate to Bastianville and her new life before I pressed her for some time alone. I itched to explore her fully, but I knew it would be so much better when she was just as ready as I was. I was able to spam respawns until I knew everything about her, but she wasn’t granted the same ability, so it would just take her some time to warm up.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and one day around noon I went out in search of the beautiful historian with my borrowed books in hand. I found her in the tavern interviewing some of the townsfolk for her research paper on Sorreyal, and I waited patiently for her to finish speaking with Elrin before I approached.
The Mayor of Bastianville flashed me a fatherly wink as we crossed paths, and I grinned back at him. I imagined he knew me well enough by this point to be able to read my intentions on my face. Hell, anyone with eyes could see how I felt about the Zaborian goddess, but I’d been a gentleman for as long as I could tolerate.
I moved through the crowded tavern toward Zenda’s table, but I accidentally bumped into a red-haired woman as she moved to sit down in a chair. A dark-haired woman on the other side of the table gasped and pointed at me, and the redhead whipped around.
“Oh, my bad,” I muttered.
“Quite alright,” she said with a sweet smile, and she turned back to the woman on the other side of the table. “Shall we?”
I shrugged and continued on to Zenda’s table, and I made a new save point as I walked up to her, but she still hadn’t noticed my approach.
“Hey, beautiful,” I greeted with a flirtatious smile, but then I looked pointedly at the books in my arms. “Can I steal you away?”
“Of course, Bash!” Zenda graced me with a brilliant, bright-eyed smile. “I was just about to take a break. Elrin is the fifteenth person I’ve spoken to today!”
“That’s a lot?” I chuckled. “Try hundreds in a single day.”
“No man could accomplish such a feat,” Zenda argued with a shake of her head.
“I’m no mere man,” I pointed out, but then I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely.” The historian closed her journal full of scrawled notes, gathered her other materials, and threw them into a satchel.
Then she allowed me to lead her toward the entrance and toward our house.
We braced ourselves against the sudden chill that greeted us outside, and we huddled together as we walked into the wind. The snow removal teams worked day and night to keep up with the blowing drifts, but there were still spots where we had to crunch through ankle-deep snow. I stomped the flakes free from my boots once we reached the porch, and then we hurried into the warmth.
Zenda prepared some tea, and I lit a fire in the grate. The house was empty since all my other women were busy with their daily activities, so we had the entire place to ourselves. The blue-skinned goddess seemed to pick up on this, and the purple tinge bloomed on her neck.
“You’re blushing,” I said bluntly as I situated myself on the couch.
“Well, yes,” Zenda said, and her sapphire eyes widened at my straightforward observation. “It has always been slightly flustering to me to be alone with you.”
“That’s just because it’s unfamiliar,” I comforted. “You’ll get used to me, and it won’t be so bad.”
Zenda giggled and looked away.
“I didn’t say it was bad,” Zenda countered after a moment of silence. “And I’m not entirely sure I want it to fade. It is unfamiliar, yes, but far from unpleasant. I’ll make some more observations, though, and get back to you with the results.”
“I look forward to your analysis about how I give you butterflies in your stomach,” I laughed. “Come on, sit down and relax. I can’t read this gibberish on my own, but I’m sure you could teach me how pretty fast.”
“You are a swift and efficient learner,” Zenda agreed with an amused smile.
The historian sat stiffly on the opposite end of the couch as me, and she gestured for me to hand her one of the volumes sitting on the cushion between us. I scooted a little closer until she stiffened, and then I settled back into the sofa.
I was a patient god.
“Where should we start?” she asked.
“Let’s begin with the title,” I suggested as I picked one of the books at random and handed it to her.
“Alright.” Zenda’s laugh was like a bubbling brook rolling over mossy rocks in a hidden glen, and the sound refreshed me better
than the crispest water.
We spent hours poring over the volumes written in the cryptic language of the dragon priests from long ago. The swirling text patterns looked like scribbles to me, but Zenda peered closely and nodded every so often as though they made perfect sense to her.
The historian enjoyed quizzing me on little details from her reading whenever she reached a stopping point, so I was often resetting back to my save point in order to get the answers right.
Zenda had difficulties with some of the translations, and her confidence began to falter, but there was no one else available, so we had to accept her best judgement.
“There is still so much I need to translate, but it will take a lot of time,” she said after several hours of debating a single sentence in the dragon smithing instruction manual I was determined to get translated. “I’m sorry, Bash, but I am only human.”
“Just do your best,” I said. “It’s not like I can do much better yet.”
“Nonsense,” Zenda said with a dismissive flap of her hand.
“You’re always one step ahead of me, and I imagine you could have
translated these yourself in no time. You’re likely just having me help because you enjoy my company.”
“Alright, so you’re not wrong,” I laughed. “But I like it better when we do it together.”
The light began to fade while the fire died down, so we took a short break from our studies, but I still wasn’t very much closer to discovering the secrets to dragon smithing. The words were beyond challenging to pronounce, and even Zenda’s education was put to the test. My eyes burned from staring at the parchment, and I rubbed them with the back of my hand.
I wouldn’t let myself get frustrated, though, since I knew I had the answers within reach.
I was tempted to reset back to my save point yet again so I could spend several more hours getting closer to my goal, but then I caught Zenda staring at me out of the corner of her eyes. She quickly looked away when I looked her way, and the purple blush on her neck darkened considerably.
Zenda wanted me.
It was worth the risk to try, and I had a save point on standby just in case, so I leaned across the couch to graze my lips softly
against hers. The softness was tempting, but I controlled myself.
Zenda gasped, and her sapphire eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. It wasn’t our first kiss, but I’d been giving her lots of space since we’d returned to Bastianville, so it had been way too long since I’d last tasted her ocean flavors. I withdrew just enough to gaze deep into her mesmerizing eyes, and the swirling vortex of emotions pulled me in as time ceased to have meaning.
“Bash…” Zenda breathed as she fluttered her eyelashes. “I… I think I’m ready.”
I nodded, which caused our noses to rub together, but I claimed her mouth again without another word. I was more insistent this time, more passionate, and I slid my tongue past the boundary of her lips with an urgency caused by months of waiting.
Zenda moaned and tilted her head to give me better access, and her hands clung to the front of my shirt like she would float away if she let go.
I cupped her cheeks with gentle hands as the kiss deepened and continued, but my blood was like fire in my veins. I needed to feel all of her, every blue-tinted inch was a wonderland of adventure
ahead of me. Then I came up for air to take a few calming breaths, and I smirked at the beautiful historian as I stood up.
“We should put the books away before they get damaged,” I suggested. “Then we can really focus on this new experiment.”
If Zenda was a cartoon character, she would have had hearts exploding out of her eyes at that moment, if the look of total adoration and love she gave me was any indication. The Zaborian beauty sighed as a playful smile curled the corners of her lips, but she didn’t say anything as she slid the hardbound volumes into her arms. Then she went down the hallway to put the books away in her room, but she swung her hips seductively as she walked away from me.
As soon as the door to her bedroom clicked shut, I stomped my foot to activate the fleetness ability of my griffon feather boots, and I dashed up the stairs to the bedroom I shared with my wives and lover. The ladies had cleaned it that morning before leaving the house, but I turned down the blankets and lit a couple of candles.
Then I closed the curtains, and I grabbed one of the flowers in the vase on top of the dresser to scatter the petals in a trail from the door to the bed.
I stomped my foot again to get back downstairs before Zenda emerged from her room, and by the time she returned to the living room, I was once again lounging casually on the sofa. I stood up and crossed the distance to her in a couple of long strides, but then I slid one hand behind her neck and the other onto the curve of her lower back.
Zenda gasped when I tugged her against me, and her lips parted ever so slightly, so I didn’t hesitate to claim her mouth with my own. The historian melted against me, and I was deliciously aware of the curves of her body pressed into all the right places.
When her breathing grew rapid and her pupils dilated, I nibbled on her lower lip before pulling back to gaze into her half-lidded sapphire eyes.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked. “Now would be the time to stop if you’re not.”
“Yes.” Zenda nodded. “I… I want you, Bash.”
“Oh, Zenda, I’ve wanted you since the moment we first met.” I smirked. “It would be an honor to introduce you to a world of incomparable pleasure.”
The Zaborian goddess bit her lower lip as a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooded her gaze, so I kissed her again until she was putty in my hands once more. Then I scooped her into my arms, and I carried her up the stairs toward the bedroom.
“You’re so strong,” Zenda sighed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder.
“You barely weigh anything!” I laughed. “It’s like carrying a bag of feathers.”
“You mean a pillow?” Zenda giggled.
I nudged open the bedroom door with my foot, and I placed Zenda on her feet just inside the threshold. Her observant eyes immediately scanned the room to take in the flower petals and candles, and a pleased smile lifted her lips. Then I took her gently by the hand, and I led her closer to the bed.
Zenda hesitated, so I paused to give her a questioning look.
The historian’s eyes twinkled, but she lifted her hands to the clasp of her robe, and the cyan fabric fell away in a fluid motion. Then the Zaborian goddess stood before me in all her bare-skinned glory, and it was like the clouds parting to reveal the sun.
My mouth fell open as I took in her uniquely gorgeous body, and my gaze lowered at a tantalizingly slow pace to trace the lines of her collarbone to the supple rise of her breasts. Her areolas were a navy hue, and they were already stiffened beneath my attention.
There were darker shades of blue where she’d gotten less sun exposure, and even some green and purple hues in the shadows of her beautiful tits. She was a living work of art, and I could have just stared at her for hours.
Then my eyes fell to the lithe curve of her abdomen and the slope of her narrow hips, but I couldn’t shake the similarities to the females on Avatar. A thin line of light-green hair decorated the mound between her legs, and my mouth watered as I imagined what she tasted like. Her thighs were soft, more light-purple than blue, and I wanted to bury my face between them.
I swallowed hard as I returned my gaze to her sapphire-blue eyes, and Zenda’s pleased smile told me everything I needed to know.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Zenda,” I said.
Then I took her by the hand and led her the rest of the way to the bed.
“T-Thank you.” Zenda’s bottom lip trembled slightly, and goosebumps rose on her arms. She had a submissive air about her that was making my cock throb, and I struggled to maintain my composure.
I kept my clothes on, but I kicked off my griffon feather boots before I followed her onto the bed. There was fear in her eyes, but still the twinkle of excitement, so I kissed her again.
Zenda arched her back to press her body against mine, and I groaned into her mouth as my hands slid down the length of her form. Her curves were soft and inviting, and my fingers itched to spread her legs open and go straight to the heart of the matter, but we had the rest of our lives to fuck like animals.
The first time should be special.
Once Zenda’s breathing came in ragged pants again, I trailed my lips along her jawline and down her throat, and I planted wet kisses on her collarbone. My hands explored her skin with the softest touches I could manage, and she shivered with delight when my fingers grazed over the silky skin of her breasts.
I pushed myself a little lower and laid on my side so I could reach all the important places with my mouth and hands, and I
locked Zenda in my gaze as I flicked my tongue across the hard nub of her nipple.
The loud gasp that erupted out of her made me chuckle, but I repeated the motion a few more times until she was squirming to get closer to me. My fingers teased the skin around her other nipple in slow spirals, and her chest rose and fell heavily with each breath she took.
“How does that feel?” I asked as I paused my ministrations.
“Do you like that?”
“Um, yes?” Zenda sighed. “I-I-I feel strange…”
“It’s just going to get better and better,” I warned her.
Then I trailed my fingers down her ribs and began to circle her belly button, but my spirals drifted outward inch by inch until my digits caressed the sensitive skin above her pussy.
Zenda squirmed, and her thighs twitched like she was about to spread open her legs, but then she settled back down, so I continued my caresses and kisses. The blue-skinned goddess clamped her eyes shut as she submitted to the sensations coursing through her, but her mouth hung open in a silent moan.
Next, I followed the path of my fingers with my tongue until a slick trail shone in the candlelight. I paused once I reached her mound, and I caressed her thighs until the muscles in her legs relaxed. Then I slowly pushed them apart as I repositioned myself between them.
“What are you doing?” Zenda inhaled sharply as her sapphire eyes cut into me.
“Is it okay if I kiss you here?” I asked as I flicked a teasing finger across her slit.
“Ohhh!” Zenda gasped, but her legs spread even more, so I took that as a yes.
Without any further hesitation, I dipped my head to her well of pleasure, and I slowly licked her from bottom to top. Her juices dripped out to meet my tongue, and the fruity sweet nectar tasted like a dessert made for a king.
“Oh, Zenda, you taste so good,” I groaned, and I struggled to control my urge to devour her like a ravenous animal.
“I-I-I do?” Zenda giggled in a nervous manner. “It isn’t…
gross?”
“Far from it,” I reassured her, but then I could wait no longer, and I returned to the delicious Zaborian feast in front of me.
I dug in with gusto, and I lapped up the flavors like I was annihilating an ice cream cone. Zenda moaned and wiggled her hips, but she had no idea the heights I was about to take her to. This might be her first time, but I considered myself an expert in the art of cunnilingus.
Sweat dappled along her abdomen and forehead, but she peered down at me with such rapt fascination that it reminded me of an alien observing a human specimen. I could see her mind trying to process all the new types of stimulation she was experiencing, but the shock and confusion on her face would soon be replaced by ecstatic bliss.
After I got her good and wet, I slowly spiraled my tongue closer and closer to her clit until she was panting, and her eyes closed once more. Her node of pleasure was swollen and throbbing by the time I gently flicked my tongue across it, and she twitched her hips compulsively.
I chuckled into her inner thigh as I withdrew slightly, but once her breathing returned to normal, I sucked her clit into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue.
“Wha--” Zenda tried to speak, but her words fell silent, and her wide sapphire eyes stared unfocused at the ceiling.
She was about to climax.
I couldn’t help the grin lifting my cheeks as I attacked her clit like my life depended on it, and I built up the pressure and tension until her hips were lifting in rhythm with my motions. I worked her up almost to the breaking point, but then I backed off only to repeat the process all over again.
When Zenda’s slender fingers instinctively found their way to my hair with a vise-like grip, I knew she was ready, so I cupped her ass cheeks, lifted her dripping wet slit to my lips, and stared straight into her eyes as I tongue fucked her.
The Zaborian beauty drew her eyebrows together as her lips pouted, and then I returned my focus to her clit. A few well-placed hard flicks of my tongue sent her entire body in spasms, and her love juices gushed from her tunnel to drench my mouth.
“Ooooh, Bash!” Zenda squealed as her hips began to gyrate.
“What is happening to me?”
I didn’t answer, and instead, I slipped a single finger inside her tight, wet pussy.
Zenda’s back arched as her eyes flew open, but I lowered my mouth to her clit again. I gently thrust my digit in and out of her entrance until I felt her internal muscles relax, and then I added another finger.
I curled my fingers up and in until I found the extra-sensitive spot with the textured ridges while I simultaneously massaged her clit with my tongue, and Zenda froze as another orgasm flooded her senses. My hand was coated in her slippery wetness, but that only lubricated my movements even more.
“Oh, my!” Zenda stiffened, and the look of sheer bliss I’d been waiting for slid onto her face.
I brought her back down to reality slowly, but I continued to gently thrust a single finger in and out of her slippery tunnel. I could feel the resistance of her hymen, but her entire body was completely relaxed, so I knew she would experience minimal discomfort.
“Bash,” Zenda murmured as she began to squirm. “I need…
Something…”
“What do you want, Zenda?” I asked as I breathed hotly on her abdomen.
“I want…” She tossed her head from side to side. “Something deep inside me is screaming for more.”
“Do you want to feel me inside you?” I asked.
Zenda’s eyes flew open, but there was no fear in her gaze as she nodded. Then her vision trailed down to my clothes, and she cocked one eyebrow pointedly.
I chuckled as I yanked my shirt over my head, and I wiggled out of my pants as fast as I could. Once I was completely naked, I stretched out on the bed beside the sweat-dappled beauty, and I gave her a moment to take in the sight of me before I continued.
Zenda’s eyes trailed down my ripped chest to where my cock stood at attention, and her sapphire gaze widened as she took in my size.
“Will it… fit?” She bit her lip in an adorably naive fashion.
“Like a glove,” I promised. “I’ll go slow at first so you can get used to me.”
Zenda nodded as her lips found mine, and this time, she led the intensity of the kiss. The blue-skinned goddess wrapped her arms around my neck, and she pressed her hips against mine as our tongues twirled together.
I continued to gently finger fuck her, but then I pulled my digit upward until it rubbed lengthwise against her clit, and the historian’s legs opened wide. As soon as the opening presented itself, I rolled on top of her, and I gripped my shaft firmly in my pussy juice covered fist.
Zenda stiffened as she felt my weight on her, and I paused to flash her a warm smile.
“I’m going to go slow at first,” I repeated. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
“I want you, Bash,” Zenda breathed, and she locked me in her mesmerizing gaze. I saw all her desire and longing laid bare, and my heart thudded in my chest.
I was so in love with her.
I swallowed hard, and I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping pussy lips until my tip was coated in her juices.
“Please!” Zenda moaned as she pressed her hips upward.
The motion pushed my cock an inch past her smooth violet labia, and she hissed as my girth stretched her open. I paused for a moment before I moved any further, but once I felt her relax underneath me, I thrust in another inch. I stayed there for a few
breaths, and then I began to slowly rock my hips to slide the head of my cock in and out of her slippery entrance.
My grip on my self-control was waning, but I gritted my teeth to resist the urge to slam my entire length deep inside her in one stroke. There would be time for that in the future, but the sensitive Zaborian beauty deserved a wonderful, mind-blowing first experience.
“That feels good,” Zenda murmured.
“Yeah?” I grinned.
“Mm-hmm.” Zenda’s fingers curled into the tendrils at the nape of my neck, and she pulled my lips down to meet hers. Her kiss was passionate and wild, and I groaned with desire as my cock throbbed against her entrance.
While her tongue danced with mine, I pushed a little deeper, and her back arched until her breasts were pressed against my chest. Then the tip of my cock pressed against the resistance keeping her pristine, and she stiffened slightly.
“This may pinch.” I slid a hand beneath her to keep her held against me, pulled almost all the way out of her, and entered her fully with one long stroke.
“Aaahhh!” Zenda gasped as I broke through her hymen, but then she wrapped her legs around my thighs and dug her nails into the flesh of my shoulders. The walls of her tight little pussy shook against the length of my dick, and a mixture of pain and pleasure flashed across her face.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “How do you feel?”
“F-Full,” she stuttered. “I-It’s like you’re filling me up, and I didn’t even know I was empty.”
“Do you want me to pull back?” I asked to be a gentleman, even though I thought I’d die if I had to pull out now.
“No!” Zenda gasped, and her nails and heels dug into my skin to keep me inside her. “I-It only hurt a little bit, and it’s already fading into something… good.”
“Well, I want to turn it into something great.” I grinned, and once she relaxed slightly, I began to thrust in and out all the way.
The way her virgin tunnel gripped me was incredible, and it took every bit of willpower in me not to empty my balls right then and there. I wanted to feel her climaxing on me several times first, though, so I worked the muscle in my jaw and focused on her reactions.
Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her eyes were unfocused, but she didn’t release her tight grip on me. Her skin was glowing as her body temperature spiked, and I marveled at the literal work of art in my arms.
Zenda was perfect, and she was all mine.
I felt her pussy relax its grip on my shaft, and I increased my pace bit by bit until I was thrusting at full speed. Each stroke caused her perky breasts to bounce and a gasp to escape her lips, and after only a few moments, I lost all control.
“I’m going to release my seed inside of you,” I growled. “You just feel too good.”
Zenda nodded absently, but her eyes were closed, and her eyebrows were drawn together into a look of concentration. Then she let out a little squeak, and I felt the walls of her entrance convulse around my girth.
“Bash!” she moaned. “Oh, Bash…”
It was too much.
My balls tingled as my seed erupted out of me, and shivers shot up my spine. I wrapped Zenda tightly in my arms and clutched
her to me as the sensations overpowered my nerves, and I twitched as more and more of my sperm shot into her welcoming tunnel.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Zenda clung to me as her hips gyrated, and another climax shook her entire body as she accepted my sperm.
For a moment, we were connected so completely that any sense of separateness ceased to exist. It was as though we were one entity, one being experiencing both sides of heaven. My heart surged with love for the goddess in my arms, and a fierce feeling of protectiveness overpowered me.
I didn’t know how long we laid like that as we slowly returned to reality, but I finally managed to catch my breath enough to open my eyes. I released my grip on my lover, and I slowly peeled our sweaty bodies apart.
“That was…” I whistled appreciatively. “Fucking amazing.”
“I have never felt so good, Bash,” Zenda sighed.
“Ready to do it again?” I grinned.
“What!” The historian’s eyes widened in shock at the mere suggestion, and I laughed.
“Alright, I’ll just reset, then.” I winked.
“Reset?” Zenda frowned and tilted her head to the side.
I chuckled and was about to reset to my save point, but suddenly a loud banging knock resounded through the entire house.
Someone was at the front door.
“Bash!” Elrin’s voice shouted from outside my house. “Bash, there is an urgent need for you!”
I inhaled sharply.
Something had to be really wrong for Elrin to sound so freaked out.
“I’ll be right back,” I said as I jumped from the bed and pulled on my pants.
“Okay.” Zenda sat upright, and she pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness. “I hope everything is alright.”
“Me, too.” I pressed my lips together. “But it doesn’t sound like it.”
I was pulling open the front door a moment later, and Elrin was frozen with his fist lifted to knock. His face was flushed, and his eyes showed nothing but panic.
“What happened?” I asked.
“There’s been a murder!” Elrin gasped as he practically collapsed into my arms.
My blood went cold, and I gestured for the mayor to come inside.
“Tell me everything.”