Nadya seemed to have no control over her body when Jalen’s head disappeared between her thighs. A second later, his fingers were parting the curls shielding her pussy, and then his digits were pushing apart her lips. She bit hard on her lower lip when he tongued her clit for the first time. Already wet, a new wave of liquid flooded her at his intimate kiss. He circled his tongue around her clit in the same motion he had used on her nipple. She grasped handfuls of the soft comforter, trying to keep from shouting at the sensations overwhelming her.
Jalen sucked her clit softly, and she arched against his face. Her pussy convulsed with each flick of his tongue across the sensitive bud. When he buried his face deeper between her legs, his tongue drifted downward, finding a new area to tease. She tightened her thighs around his head, sobbing with need. “Please, Jalen,” she begged when he plunged his tongue into her slick opening in a pale imitation of the motions his cock would make inside her. “Please fuck me,” added Nadya, remembering his insistence that she ask specifically for what she wanted. She held her breath, hoping he would give in.
To her mingled disappointment and delight, Jalen continued licking her pussy, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside her opening and circling her clit. She arched against him without control, lost in a mindless haze of pleasure. An orgasm burst over her, shaking her to the core with convulsions that spread outward, making even her legs tremble. Tears streaked down her cheeks, caused by the intensity of her release. “Thank you.” She hoped her hoarse voice carried to his ears, but was too spent to try speaking her thanks louder.
It took a moment for her to realize Jalen hadn’t stopped. He hadn’t even slowed down. Her body responded again, and he soon brought on another orgasm. To her amazement, it was even more intense than the last, setting her body atremble with her climax. Before the pleasure from that release had faded, he was already building on it, urging her toward another, and then another, until she felt like every inch of her body was attuned to his mouth. Each stroke of his tongue on her pussy radiated outward, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Under his skilled tongue, she became one large, orgasmic mass, writhing in pleasure until it was almost too much to take.
Nadya managed to drag in a deep breath and speak. “Please stop, Jalen.” To her surprise, he actually lifted his head, his face glistening with proof of her arousal and climaxes.
“Now, I will give you what you’ve asked for.” A dark smirk crossed his features. “I will fuck you.”
She wanted to plead for mercy, though it seemed crazy to ask him not to take her when she had fantasized about it for so long. However, in her fantasies, she hadn’t been almost limp with exhaustion from multiple orgasms, so worn out that she wasn’t even sure if she could respond to his touch.
She soon found out differently. As Jalen shifted positions, getting to his knees, her body shook at the brush of his cock against her pussy. Nadya wasn’t able to lift herself, but he lifted her body seemingly without effort. His embrace was all-encompassing, both comforting and frightening, as he moved her to the center of the bed before letting her collapse against the comforter. Her folds managed to get even wetter when he lifted her hips to place the head of his cock against her entrance. Briefly, Nadya thought about confiding he was her first lover, but couldn’t muster the energy. It was all she could do to wrap her thighs around his hips in the last second before he surged deeply inside her.
It hurt for a second, so much that she cried out and wanted to recoil. Soon, the impulse passed, and her pussy stretched to accommodate the girth of his cock. Jalen had frozen upon entering her, his gaze boring into hers. He seemed shocked and angry, but she couldn’t find the words to defend herself. What did she have to be defensive about? It wasn’t typical for a woman her age to remain a virgin, but she had managed to do so, avoiding both the men who would seduce her, and those who would take without asking. She had known on an instinctive level that none of the men in the Q would be able to give her the kind of pleasure she could find with Jalen.
Instead of speaking, she arched against him, taking the rest of his length with little more than a twinge of discomfort. After a long moment, when he seemed torn, Jalen withdrew slightly, and then thrust into her again. She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to match his pace. He thrust in and out of her ever more rapidly, until they were both breathing hard. Whoever’s blood he had fed on that evening brought a flush of scarlet to his cheeks from the exertion, and she knew her face must be in a similar state. His possession had dispelled her enervation, and she was aching for yet another orgasm. Minutes ago, she wouldn’t have believed she could climax again, but when Jalen circled his hips, hitting a spot that sent her over the edge, her body convulsed once more, and her thighs locked around his hips. Her folds squeezed around Jalen’s cock, milking him for every last drop of satisfaction, and he cried out as he came. Hot spurts of his release filled her, intensifying her orgasm until her body shook with the force of it. At some point, she seemed to melt into the bed with Jalen still on top of her. Fused to him, she fell into a dreamless sleep, more satisfied than she had ever dreamed she could be.
Jalen eventually withdrew from the girl, rolling away from her, but not leaving the bed. His custom would have been to send her to her own room, but Nadya was so deeply asleep that he didn’t think he could wake her. Short of carrying her, or calling for servants to remove her, he was stuck with her in his bed for the night. It annoyed him that Nadya had invaded his room and bed.
Hell, she had even invaded his thoughts and changed his actions. He had never felt anything more than transient passion for his tributes. That was all he wanted to experience. It was foolish to indulge in sentiment for one of the girls provided for his entertainment and sustenance. That he had so thoroughly lost control to have wanted to please a human beyond anything she had experienced disgusted him. Had his father been right about him? Was he weak? So soft to the wretched humans that he was now empathizing with them?
Or was it this particular human that raised gentler emotions? Jalen shook his head, determined not to pursue that line of thought. Tonight’s lapse had nothing to do with Nadya. It was a moment of weakness on his part, no doubt caused by the all the problems weighing on him. She was nothing special, and he would prove that to both of them, starting tomorrow.