The enzyme cream would slick things up enough to ease him inside her, and it would heal any tearing at the same time. It wouldn't get rid of pain, but it would have to do. With the scratches healed, Nicole tried to go back to packing, but Dumala blocked her. She stared at his abs in front of her, then slowly up to his face, wondering what he was up to. He gazed down at her and purred.
Nicole smiled slightly, but went around him and headed back to the storage bins. Dumala followed close behind her, heat radiating off him and sinking into her back. She grabbed a strange mechanical tool and brought it over to one of the bins with similar items. Before she could place it inside though, Dumala nudged the bin out of her reach with his foot. She scowled at him, but when he purred, her features smoothed out with the calming sound.
She tried to step towards the bin, but he quickly stood in front of her. She tried to go around him, but his muscles fluidly rippled in front of her, keeping her cut off. That heady, overly-masculine smell hit her scenes, rolling off his skin in pungent waves. That, combined with his purring, almost had her body dissolved to a puddle at his feet. Her eyes peeked down at his loincloth, finding that it was forming a tent over his aroused manhood.
She held her arms behind her back playfully, "Oh, you want consent?"
He rumbled like a hungry animal.
She stepped a little closer, "Why didn't you just say something?"
"Females are supposed to initiate."
She lifted her hand, hovering it over his chest. His purrs had her lids feeling heavy, and his musk had her body tingling with need. Still, they had work to do, and she dreaded the pain. The longer they waited to have sex, the more nervous about it she grew. She withdrew her hand and started packing his things again.
Dumala's purrs abruptly ended and he stood there just watching her. Already he had been harassing her for consent, and a yautja female would have taken a swing at him for it. He wouldn't prod her anymore, but wouldn't give up either. Dumala went to grab the trophy he'd collected with her in mind.
He lifted it up, not knowing what he'd do if she rejected it. The prince would never let him go hunting for another skull. Dumala stood beside her kneeling form and chuffed, trying to gain her attention. Nicole glanced at him, and her eyes widened at the skull in his arms. She rose to her feet with a smile, and Dumala extended the skull out for her to take it.
She looked it over curiously. It was a sizeable skull, and looked like it might be heavy. It was shapped like a cow skull, without horns, and it was textured like thick, peeling bark on a tree. She didn't fully understand yautja culture, but Dumala nudged the skull closer to her, wanting her to take it. She hovered her hands around it, almost declining just because she didn't want to break his trophy.
Nicole placed her hand under it though, and took the trophy. She didn't really know what to say, "This is a very nice skull."
Dumala trillled.
Her arms were quickly getting tired, so she turned and set the skull on the counter. Dumala crowded her again, purring. She knew he was showing off the skull, and knew that he wanted to get her in bed. This time, her control was weakened. She turned around, his sculpted abs inches from her face. Instead of placing her hand on him, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his solid muscles.
Dumala exhaled loudly, fighting back the urge to fuck her where she stood. He hefted her up into his arms, grabbed the healing cream, then took her to his bed. He laid her down in the furs, his cock swelling at the sight of her. His instincts told him to pin her down, dominate her, bite her. Sometime in the future maybe he could be rougher with her, but for now, he had to control his urges.
Dumala briefly touched her nipples how she liked, then rubbed her sex how she'd shown him. He was rushed just to finally feel her moist depths though, so foreplay was minimal. Her bronze tinged green eyes watched him as he applied copious amounts of the slick cream to his member, then he spread her legs. Dumala crawled over her, again making her feel small and insignificant in comparison to him. He gently pushed at her entrance.
He looked huge, but when he started to force himself inside her, he felt enormous. She would have thought that his fingers would have stretched her out from their dungeon session, and the lubricant would make things easy. However, the pain was just as sharp as before. And with the pain, she couldn't help but tense up and clench her walls, making it worse. Noticing her discomfort, he lowered to his elbows and started purring.
He urged farther inside, and her breathing kicked up a notch. When she started to squirm, he put his weight on her so she couldn't get away. She whined. Her sheath was impossibly tight around the tip of his cock. He didn't move, just hoping she would get used to his size.
"Stop, stop, pull out."
He groaned but backed out of her. He wondered if others oomans at the brothel had the same problem. Did every customer tear them apart, or did they eventually accommodate a yautjas great size? His body ached for her, craved her. He wouldn't give up so easily this time.
Dumala manhandled her, flipping her over to her stomach and bringing her hips in the air. He hoped a different angle might help. He fed his cock inside her slowly, groaning with the pleasure. When she leaned forward, his immediate response was to wrap his arm around her middle and thrust into her. She cringed and let out a squeak of pain.
Dumala quickly let go of her waist, and she leaned forward until his cock slid out of her. He would give her minute, but if they were unable to have sex this time, he'd grab some painkillers. They'd let her body get used to his size, but sex for her wouldn't be very enjoyable on the pain meds. Still, it might be necessary for the first few times. He had one more idea though.
Nicole squeaked as he suddenly lifted her up. Dumala flopped onto his back and drug her with him, positioning her on top, straddling him. His thumb played over her swelling button as he purred. With her on top, she could control how fast to go, and how deep.
"Move at your pace." He prompted her.
Nicole tried to focus on his sexy smell, that luring musk swirled with cinnamon, and his glorious body-anything but the pain. Her hands went to his chest, sliding her palms over the contours. His nails brushed across her nipple, which sent a mortifying tingle to her core. She rose to her knees, and his cock stirred beneath her with anticipation. She slowly lowered onto the gleaming tip of him.
While Dumala had been trying to ease all the way inside her, Nicole took a different approach. She made tiny movements, up and down. He could feel her relaxing, and her scent sweetened to full ripeness. His every inhale was saturated with her arousal. With every stroke, she took just a little bit more of him inside her.
The waves of pain began to roll into blissful pleasure. His deep throated groans only spurred her on. She tried to get used to the feel of being stretched to the fullest, tilting and swaying her hips. She made slow, seductive figure-eight movements and Dumala reacted with guttural noises. His hands tightly claimed her hips, and he gently began to thrust upwards.
He couldn't tell if she was making pained or pleasured noises, but she didn't tell him to stop. He grunted with the pleasure and thrust faster. It was too much to take, and she felt her climax building inside her with a momentum that almost scared her. A tremor wracked through her body, euphoria flooding in as the aftershock. Nicole tilted back her head with a passionate cry and Dumala felt his testicles contract before his seed erupted within her.
Nicole rose off of his erection, and heavily flopped onto his chest, panting. She whined a little when she shifted her hips. He knew that she'd ache for a while. Dumala wrapped his arms around her back with a delighted rumble. Since they still had packing to do, he shifted to his side, and tried to slip out of bed.
"No," she begged softly, "stay here with me."
Once the act was completed, yautja females preferred some distance. Nicole was ooman though, and very different. Dumala relaxed back in the furs and she snuggled close, wrapping herself up in his arms. They stayed like that for several minutes and he made a mental note that she liked to cuddle after sex. He had never known such gentleness and affection before Nicole.
