A Thousand Rainy Days

There had been others before, of course, but this was different. Talyssa was new. Untried. There was an attraction there that wasn't purely carnal, it was built on other things. He respected the woman beneath him for her intelligence, her uniqueness, her kindness and much more. That was why he was taking such care with her. He had hurt others before, but they had been insignificant. Talyssa was definitely very, very significant.

Quill allowed the fae beneath him to adjust to his intrusion, careful to watch her for signs of pain or anxiousness. Thankfully, she seemed to be as relaxed as one could be. He continued stroking her fawn colored pelt gently, soothingly. After a moment, the giant man shifted his hips, testing the waters. All the while his dual-toned gaze rested upon the beautiful features of the woman below, watching her expression carefully. Quill's hips began to roll, though not quickly. No, he took his time. He wanted to savor this. Savor her. Never again would they be able to experience one another for the first time and he wanted this to last. He wanted to remember every single moment.

The heat that engulfed him, emanating from the fae beneath him, brought a low growl reverberating through Quill's chest. He was trying so hard to be good, but each thrust of powerful hips made him want to use that power. Teeth and tongue nibbled and licked at the edge of Talyssa's maw and the dire giant rumbled softly into her ear, "If I hurt you..." he left the rest unsaid, knowing that she would understand. Quill was no small man, but Tal was a virgin. It could be a rough go, but he was trying to fight back his natural instincts to rut and plunder.

Quill began to pick up speed, hips finding a nice, rolling rhythm. Again and again he was sheathed within her, growling moans pulling from him in between soft utterings of her name. She was beautiful laid out beneath him; a goddess in gold. He wanted her so badly. Wanted her to be his. Wanted her forever. The baser instincts within him told him to breed her hard, plant his pups within her, but he was in enough control to hold back. It was too soon for that. They had much to do before he made her round with his children, but he had faith that the day would come.

"Quill Klein"