Shara couldn't ever recall a time she had been as nervous as she was when Throttle undressed her. He didn't feel any need to rush and took his time kissing and running his hands along her skin, exploring the soft dips and curves of her body.

He loved her tattoos. He loved how beautiful and feminine they were, and how the colors blended so prettily with her skin. He'd even said so before he had kissed all three of them before he had wrapped his arms around her trembling body and pulled her close to him and tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her until she felt weak and breathless before he let her go and told her to get comfortable on the bed.

She moved around the bed and pulled the covers back and slipped under them and made herself comfortable while Throttle stripped off his shirt, and his boots. He made a point to keep his pants on, just in case she changed her mind and glanced at her.

She looked embarrassed. Her face was a pretty vivid pink and she wasn't looking at him. He knew that she was nervous, and though he wanted to ask why, the question just didn't seem to want to leave his lips.

He crawled onto the bed and made his way over to her and grasped the sheets and gently pulled them back, ignoring her gasp as he growled, "No hiding." Before he bit down on the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met, making her cry out in shock as she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders, digging her sharp little finger nails into his skin through his fur.

He groaned and licked the spot to sooth the sting left by his teeth and nuzzled the under side of her jaw so that she would tip her head back, giving him better access to her lips so that he could kiss her while he settled himself on top of her.

He made sure to stay leveled up over her on his elbows to keep from crushing her and shifted slightly so that he could run one hand along her leg, slipping it along the inside of her thigh so that he could lightly brush up against her core.

She make a keening sound in the back of her throat and twitched, her breathing hitched and she arched her back slightly, needing more...

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By the time they got around to the main event, Shara felt dangerously close to falling apart. It was weird. And the strange pressure that Throttle had built in her was making her cry.

She needed him inside of her so badly that it overwhelmed common sense as he slowly pushed his throbbing member inside of her inch by torturous inch. Pausing briefly from time to time to ask her if he was hurting her or if she was still with him.

She nodded her head and bit her lower lip to keep from crying when he breached her maidenhead and froze, his eyes flickering to her face as his tail twitched a little bit at the tip as his breath left his lungs in a soft hiss that did nothing to relieve the odd pressure forming in the center of her chest.

He framed her face in his hands and leaned down to touch his forehead to hers and stared at her intently, his expression almost angry, yet curious and amazed at the same time. "Why didn't you tell me that you were a virgin?"

She looked at him through wide teary eyes, her body protesting the invasion with a slightly stinging/burning sensation that was a bit uncomfortable. "I-I thought you knew." She said lamely, being totally honest with him.

If she hadn't been a virgin she wouldn't have been so mortified by his reaction to her innocent touches earlier when she'd had him on his back, in the park. He made a small sound and experimentally rocked his hips to see if her body was ready yet to completely accept him. Slowly withdrawing from her a little bit before pushing back inside, stroking her deeper.

She gasped in shock at the velvety feel of his cock pushing deeper inside of her. Her body feeling abnormally hot as her body clenched around him. "Am I still hurting you?" He asked, concern coloring his tone. She shook her head again and gasped as he slipped his tail around her hips and lifted her up a little bit at an angle and pushed himself deeper.

"God your tight." He hissed as he slipped his arms around her and rolled them so that she was on top of him, her legs straddling his hips like she had before and he had to fight down the intense urge to thrust his hips up helplessly and push himself deeper into her slick heat.

"What are you-"

"I want you to set the pace." He said in a husky tone as he brushed her long hair back from her face and kissed her gently. He wanted her to set the pace because he was in a bad way here. Years of self imposed celibacy had worn him down and his control, was holding on by a small fraying sliver of thread. If she let him keep control over their love making, he'd surly end up hurting her.

"I don't know what to-"

"Just move. Find what feels nice for you and set a steady pace. I want you to get something out of this before I do." He said gently as he helped her sit up a little bit before he dropped his hands back to his sides and waited patiently for her to move.

She had the most adorable nervous look on her face as she chewed her bottom lip for a second and put her hands on his abdomen and slowly raised herself up a little bit then lowered herself. The slight movement forcing a tortured moan from his throat as he fisted his fingers in the sheets to keep himself from grabbing her.

She shuddered and moved again, trying to focus on something aside from how nervous and vulnerable she felt in this position and after a few more experimental movements she set and nice slow pace that had Throttle hissing and groaning in between kisses.

There was just something empowering about reducing such a strong man to a panting, writhing mess of need that brought out her evil side.

She teased him with kisses that left him breathless. Ran her hands over the hard muscles of his body. She rubbed herself against him like a kitten, eager for his attention and anything else he had in mind. She nipped at his shoulders and neck and rocked herself against him so agonizingly slowly that he had to keep reminding himself that this was her first time having sex.

That he was her first. And he wanted her to enjoy herself enough to want to do this with him again.

He held himself back for as long as he could, letting her have her way for as long as he could stand too and finally when he felt like he couldn't take any more he came up off of the bed and wrapped his arms around her and toppled her back onto her back on the mattress and pinned her under him and crushed her lips under his own as he took control back from her.

She seemed to get more enjoyment from torturing him than riding him anyways. He'd have to fix that. Now.

He swallowed her breathless little cries of pleasure as he drove himself into her over and over again. She came much quicker than he expected she would. Stunning him a little bit when he thrust into her the forth time and was nearly bucked off as she bowed her back up off of the bed screaming as she came her body clenching and squeezing around him, bringing him dangerously close to his end.