The Worst Is Over

The brute's gaze never left her face. Even when she was squeezing her thighs around him, even when she was riding out her pleasure. Chimera saw every moment of it. He drank up the sight, enjoying the fact that he had this power over her. The Fenmyrian King was proud of the fact that he could bring such pleasure to his lovers. As the woman cried out his name, the brute grinned, but never stopped helping her ride through the pleasure. His paws gripped her hips and his tongue continued its careful ministrations. Only when she was finished did he release her and begin to stand.

Reila's fevered, breathy words met the giant's ears and he wouldn't make her wait any longer. Chimera moved forward, nestling his big frame between the woman's spread thighs. His previous word had done its job and he was confident that he wouldn't hurt her. She was primed and ready in more ways than one. With one paw on the grass bracing himself, the other settled on the fae's hip, easily adjusting her lithe frame to line up their bodies. He almost told the woman to tell him to stop if he hurt her, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't have stopped him anyway.

Chimera buried his face in the thicker fur at the side of Reila's neck, absorbing her scent. His grip tightened upon her hip as he slid home, joining them for the very first time. A low groan worked its way up from the brutes throat as the faes velveteen heat encompassed him. He allowed only a moment for her to acclimate before powerful hips began their work. She was exquisite, feeling different and entirely unique beneath him as their bodies danced together.

Though he was giving himself fully to this experience, there was a niggling doubt in the back of his mind. Reila was practiced, she had been used for sex many times. He didn't want the actress, the worker. He wanted Reila. Bold, unabashed, entirely herself. He hoped that was exactly what she was giving him. Either way, he would be giving the entirety of himself to her.

"Chimera"