“Leila.” He breathed out the name.
“I’m here. I’m yours,” she whispered into his ear.
Her breasts were in his hands and he was so hard. He was rock hard and wanted the slippery wetness that she could give him. He bucked his hips against hers.
She put one small hand around his cock and moved up and down the shaft.
“Oh, god. Leila.”
“My darling Etienne.”
She put her mouth to the tip of the shaft and felt him buck against her. Jesus, he thought.
Leila smiled. She had complete power over him. He was hers. She felt the wetness between her thighs and knew it would be all right. He would take her virginity. This was right. This was the way it was supposed to be.
She wanted to straddle him but she also wanted him to be on top. She wanted him to be in control. Would he do it?
She moved to lie next to him sighing into him. “I’m yours, Etienne. Only yours.”
He was covering her body with his in one quick movement. He pressed her legs apart and had one hand at his cock to press into the hot, wet pussy. Oh god, he thought. So tight, so tight. Like a virgin, he thought. Like a sweet virgin.
Then he felt the thin membrane and pressed into her more. As the membrane ripped, Leila only cried out once, biting into his shoulder.
“Leila. Shhh,” he soothed her. “I’m sorry.”
She closed her eyes tightly against the pain and then he was moving in and out of her at a pleasure-seeking pace. For Leila, the pain was gone, replaced by an intense pleasure. This is what she had wanted. This is what she knew was there and had been seeking. Pleasure upon pleasure. Leila bit her bottom lip as the waves rolled over her, and she shuddered.
Etienne felt the tightness pulse around his cock as he moved in and out, bracing his weight above her with his forearms. It felt so good. So tight and perfect. He climaxed, emptying his seed inside her. He kissed her lips and covered her body with his arm as she snuggled next to him.
Leila smiled like a sated cat. She was a virgin no more and Etienne was hers.
***
Leila was the first to wake. She saw the light streaming through the window and saw Etienne lying beside her.
She was not entirely ashamed of herself but she did see her blood staining the sheets. She smiled again and pulled on her linen shift. She felt a slight soreness between her legs but it didn’t bother her.
In fact, she wanted him again. Now. She removed the shift from her body and let it fall to the floor. She moved her naked body against his and let her hand fall against his hard cock. He would want her this morning.
Etienne felt a hand against him and groaned. He wanted her again. Not just in an erotic fantasy, but in real life.
When he opened his eyes and saw the light in the room and the brown-haired beauty smiling at him, he almost cried out.
“Leila!?”
“Yes, Etienne?”
“My god, what have you done?”
She smiled. “What have we done. I didn’t do it alone.”
“Oh my god. Last night.”
“Yes.”
Jesus, he thought. He moved away from the bed naked, throwing the bedclothes back. He saw the red stain and closed his eyes.
“Last night.”
“Yes.”
“I took your virginity.”
“Yes, thank you. You were wonderful.” She was sitting up in bed, smiling.
“My god.” He came to her, grabbing her slim arms in his hands. “This isn’t a game, Leila.”
“I know that,” she said.
“You don’t. Now I need to approach your brother as the honorable thing. We’ll duel. And then if I survive, we marry.”
“Nonsense.” Leila looked so delicious fresh from sleep. “I wanted my virginity gone and I wanted you to have it.”
Etienne shook his head as she moved away.
She shrugged. “No one need know.”
Though Leila was in love with Etienne, she wanted him to come to her. She wanted him to want her as his equal and wife.
“No, Leila. That’s not how these things work.”
Leila smiled and came to him. “Hmmm.” She saw him harden and ran her hand down his length, encircling him with her fingers. “How does it work?”
Etienne groaned. “Leila. I need to approach your brother. We need to marry.”
Leila laughed. “Marry?” She settled on the bed and placed a finger between her thighs. “I don’t think so.”
Etienne watched as the demon girl pressed her finger through the tight pussy curls. She began to finger herself. He closed his eyes. When he opened them she was licking one small finger.
Fuck. He was fighting a losing battle. Why bother. He threw himself on top of her, stuffing her wet pussy almost immediately with his thick cock.
“Oh,” she moaned in his ear, moving her legs around his waist. “Harder. Harder.” She raked her nails across his back.