A Thousand Rainy Days

A tender whimper escaped her lips- one she tried to stifle, a sound of surrender and acceptance. Her claws dug into the moss underneath her, grounding her amid the spiraling sensations caused by Quill's gentle yet insistent occupation. Her muscles twitched- tensed on reflex, instinctively trying to repel him even as another part of her yearned for more of his assertive control. After all, the initial contact hadn’t been so bad, but it was the sensation of being torn apart that set her gaze adrift. Her body tightened around him like a vice, holding him captive in her heat as her body was molded to fit him. Gods he was so big. She couldn’t help but flinch, biting back another whimper as pain radiated from her core. She gripped harder at the moss beneath her, her eyes screwed shut as she tried desperately to focus on his voice, on the warmth of his body against hers. If I hurt you … “No. … no, it’s okay. I’m okay.” She breathed, offering him reassurance. While it was more painful than she had prepared herself for, she didn’t want him to stop. She trusted Quill, and more than anything, she wanted to give herself fully to him in this intimate moment. She just needed a moment herself.

“Quill,” she whispered hoarsely, reaching up blindly with one paw and finding his muzzle underneath her shaky touch. Her claws, trembling with the exertion of what they were doing, grazed over the rough fur of his jawline before lightly pulling his lips to her own in an attempt to distract herself. Their lips met softly at first, but as the kiss deepened, so too did the growing intensity within her. His scent filled her senses; earthy and wild like the forest that surrounded them, it was a scent that was uniquely his. She reveled in it, drawing strength and comfort from this all-consuming intimacy.

A soft moan echoed between them, filling the space with a melody of surrender. Her paw still rested on Quill's rough jaw, trembling like the flame of a dying candle. His thrusts - each one carefully restrained, yet undoubtedly powerful - were met with soft gasps and whimpers that gradually morphed into pleasurable sighs. The pain was still there, of course— a burning reminder of her innocence being stripped away, but it became secondary to the mounting pleasure and desire coursing through her veins. His name rolled off her lips in a breathy whisper, echoing softly in the space between them. Every inch of him felt like a flame against her skin, burning away her inhibitions and replacing them with something far more intoxicating - a wanton desire that drove her to meet his every thrust.

Her body formed to his like two pieces of a puzzle, each movement they made against one another causing an outburst of warmth to erupt from the deepest pits of her being. The sensation was nothing like she'd ever experienced before. It was raw, primal, and utterly consuming. Every nerve in her body was ablaze with a pleasure that was both exquisite and agonizing. She could feel the power seeping from him as he moved within her, his sure strokes commanding her body to respond even as her mind was lost in a haze.

"Talyssa Carpathius"