"Are you warm Twig?" she asked gently, trying to understand what had gotten him so aroused so quickly.

"Yes…very."

"Then sleep without clothes. I won't look I promise," she reassured him as she turned her back to him and faced the wall.

Twig's jaw fell open. She was allowing him to be nude so near to her…

He slipped off his pants and now wore only a pair of thin undergarments that just came to his mid-thigh. He pulled the shirt off over his head and cleared his throat.

"Maugin…It's fine…You can turn around."

Maugin turned and thought she would stop breathing.

He lay on his side, looking at her through large liquid green eyes and down his elegantly tipped nose. His stomach was toned, a slight muscle definition all across his torso and long legs. His arms were well muscled from all the hard work on board the Stormchaser and his chest had a fine scattering of dark curls. His undergarments left little to the imagination with a long line of the same curls leading from his navel down to who knew where.

"Mmhm…I told you I wouldn't look," she giggled, rather childishly but sweet all the same he thought.

Twig noticed as she turned around that her nose and forehead were slightly beaded with tiny drops of perspiration. She was terribly hot though too afraid to admit it.

"Maugin. I can see how hot you are. Why don't you sleep as I am?"

She bit her lip a little. Then, nodding, she turned her back on the Captain and the flimsy dress slipped up over her smooth skin and elegant curves and over her head, leaving her long red hair tumbling around her bare back and neck.

She turned back, her arm covering her breasts and smiled shyly, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"M-Maugin your…beautiful," stuttered Twig, his voice barely audible.

She blushed even more deeply and smiled, allowing her hand to fall from her breasts and onto the pile of white sailcloth she was using as a pillow.

Twig stared. Her breasts were perfect, full and fairly large yet they looked so delicate, ivory white tipped with perfectly shaped rose-coloured nipples. His arousal reared up again and his brow wrinkled with annoyance, embarrassment and desire.

"Ask me again what you asked me before Twig," said Maugin, her voice a little bolder now, though still soft and melodious to the very last syllable.

"What would you do if I kissed you Maugin?" breathed Twig, his chest burning, his erection aching.

"This," she whispered as she leaned close to him, one of her arms winding around his neck and pulling his long hair from its confining ribbon, the other just resting against his smooth, stern jaw line that made him look so like his father.

Slowly, she leaned toward him until their noses touched and she could feel his breath on her lips. Between her legs, the burning was back and she hesitated just a little before she leaned forward the last millimetre and pressed her lips against his.

Twig's head was numb, he couldn't think, he couldn't hear, he couldn't see.

He could only feel the heat of the beautiful girl lying almost on top of him, her soft lips against his and her warm breath over his top lip and nose. Her magnificent curves and delicate skin made him want to sigh with wanting and he reached out a hand and slipped it softly over her ribs, her gently curving hips, onto her rear feeling the impossible softness of her smouldering skin.

He wound his other hand into her fiery hair, amazed by the softness he sighed a little into her mouth allowing his lips to part, something Maugin took advantage of as she slipped her tongue tentatively into Twig's mouth and deepened the kiss.

Instinctively, Twig pulled her closer to him, to feel her perfect soft creamy coloured breasts press into his skin, to have her leg slide up his so desirably, to let her know how he craved her, wanted her, needed her right now.

Her hair fell over his shoulder as they pressed ever closer and Twig replaced her tongue with his own, exploring every tiny detail of her soft mouth, plundering the depths and making her murmur softly against his lips causing a slight vibration across his mouth that forced all the blood he had left to think with to his throbbing arousal.

"Maugin…" he gasped, his entire body burning against hers.

She smiled rather seductively he thought for his sweet little Maugin and ran her long-fingered hand down his body, pulling a little at the top of his restrictive underwear.

He needed no further encouragement and he slid them off, groaning quietly when his painfully throbbing erection was freed. She smiled again and he melted at the feel of her small hand wrapping itself around him and slowly stroking up and down with an agonisingly slow and steady rhythm that made him want so badly to buck his hips and call for more.

Instead, he bit his lip and brushed his hand up her thigh slowly. Feeling her shaking a little and her hand loose track of what it had been doing to him, he smiled mischievously and kissed her lips chastely, then her neck…her collarbone…her nipple…her navel…her hip…the inside of her thigh…

Maugin gasped with the agony of wanting. She wanted this, needed it, craved it…and it took her over, consumed her so that all she knew was the young man now bending her legs up so that her feet were flat on the floor and positioning his smiling mouth just before her most intimate of places so that she could feel his breath across her.

Twig smiled up at her, enjoying the feel of the large round eyes watching him through a haze of pleasure.

Slowly, he ran his tongue down her most secret area so that she gasped as if in terrible pain and, from the corner of his eye, he saw her small toes curl into the sailcloth beneath them.

Slowly, tantalisingly, he used his tongue until she was moist and only then did he swiftly plunge his tongue into her hot depths.

Maugin called out, her hands burying themselves in Twig's long, raven hair, her eyes swimming with unknown pleasure and her thighs quite wet.

Twig reached his arm up slowly and began to trace his finger around Maugin's wetness, she writhed a little at the gentle touch and he smiled, knowing she was enjoying herself.

Quite suddenly, he used his left forefinger to enter her and her hands flew down to grasp wildly at the sailcloth rumpled around her. She gasped uncontrollably and arched into the cloth as he began to push his finger in and out of her, quickening the pace and making her breath come in tumbling gasps of pleasure.

Her entire body began to tremble, feeling as if she were on ice, then being sky-fired, her muscles ached with a strange tingle and she called out as an unknown heat and pleasure came over her.

Twig smiled, the sailcloth was quite wet from Maugin's release and he lapped up her sweet wetness greedily before he remembered his own increasingly agonizing desire for release.

Maugin seemed to sense this and no sooner had he disentangled himself from the sailcloth and stood up to climb back into the cloth with her, Maugin had stood quickly and knelt before him, her hands holding his hipsand her pouting lips wrapped around the very tip of Twig's erection.

The sensation was so intense he almost screamed but he controlled himself and rested his hand on the back of her head, buried in her wild fiery hair.

She smiled up at him and Twig felt himself throb with longing as she slowly began to move her mouth all the way down him. The sheer heat was almost enough to make him explode and the teasing, tickling tongue she ran over his end and length was too much to bear. She began pulling his hips into her gently and Twig moaned, feeling her mouth and throat wrapped so tightly around the whole of him.

He couldn't hold onto his control anymore and he released inside Maugin's mouth with a loud cry and his hand tightening a little on her hair.

Maugin looked up at him, slowly getting to her feet and smiling, she swallowed. Slightly salty but sweet she thought before he drew her close to him again and she was surprised to see that his arousal was still painfully hard.

"Maugin…only if you-"

"I want you. I do."

Allowing him to pick her up, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist feeling his erection brush her most vulnerable area and barely catching her breath when he kissed her fiercely.

A kiss that told of wanton desire.

He needed her so badly, he held her tightly feeling her soft thighs against his hipbones, feeling the sparse hair between her legs brush his arousal. To him, right now, there was only her and him and this.

This feeling, the sensations, so new and yet so perfect.

Fulfilment, release, passion.

Gently he laid her down on the cloth again and lay on top of her, feeling her hands entwined in his hair and positioning himself right in front of her entrance.

She broke away gasping and Twig looked at her, how beautiful she was when flushed from pleasure, how large her eyes were when drugged with desire. He looked at her questioningly asking her if she still wanted this.

"Yes…" she whispered against his earlobe and, quite quickly, Twig pushed himself inside Maugin.

She gasped in pain and bit down on his pale shoulder a little, knowing it would hurt and feeling the pain were two different things she realised.

Slowly, when she was used to his length and width, Twig kissed her softly as he thrust forward and pushed through her maidenhood with all his length.

She screamed into his mouth and Twig felt her scalding tears drip down his own long nose and down onto her breasts. He felt terrible, wished he could take away her agony and hold her close to wipe away her tears.

Maugin had never felt such pain. When he had broken her, she felt as though he were pressing into her stomach, trying to dissect her intestines…

Slowly, she shifted against him. The pain was much duller now and she could feel him inside of her- something she now felt was pleasurable.

Twig looked down at her tear-streaked face with hurt eyes and she smiled broadly up at him. Reassured, he pushed into her slowly then pulled back creating a steady rhythm which Maugin slowly began to move to, her hips rocking in time with his.

Feeling her tight wet heat around him made Twig's head spin, she was so small and soft yet the sheer adult pleasure she was giving him was surely unnatural.

"Oh…Sky…" he managed to gasp before she pulled him tight against her and rolled over so that she lay on top of him.

Steadily, she began to rock back and forth almost removing herself from around Twig and then plunging him deep inside of her again. He began to gasp, his breath ragged and punctuated slightly by growls and low moans of utter pleasure.

Maugin sat atop of him, her pert breasts bouncing against her chest as she began to feel a tingling sensation. With a final frantic pace, the two of them climaxed hard and Maugin fell down onto Twig's chest, her lungs on fire and her head spinning but so completely happy she felt as if her heart had been filled with woodbee honey.

The two of them lay together in their slickness, Twig's curls stuck fast to his wet forehead and Maugin's long fiery lockswet and heavy onher dripping neck and back.

Eventually, Maugin rolled off him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his chest so that he could feel her steady heartbeat against his chest, her blissful eyes stared hazily at him and her lips and cheeks were rosy and curved into a delicately satisfied smile.

Twig's intense eyes bore into hers and something touched her heart, a burning, flicking sensation as though someone had trapped a woodmoth inside of a heart shaped cage. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, watching her eyes grow drowsy and her long eyelashes fall onto her cheeks.

The room was already lightening but Twig didn't care.

To stay here with Maugin, now his lover, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his seventeen years. To stay with her made his heart soar and feel heavy with a feeling he couldn't describe until he recalled his father's gruff talk a few months earlier.

"When I first kissed your Mother, Maris, my heart felt…full. Complete. Nothing else mattered as long as I could stay with her…"

Cloud Wolf's eyes had clouded over and sparkled with tears when Twig had asked him- rather bashfully- about the things he had heard spoken of- love and lust.

Twig wrapped his arms tighter around a sleeping Maugin and kissed her nose gently.

Nothing mattered to him except being with her and keeping that soaring, flickering, burning feeling that had invaded his heart so suddenly.

Softly, he smiled and whispered into Maugin's hair the one-syllabled word that consumed his brain so hungrily,

"Love."

This is my first (intense) sex description. Please review & let me know how I did :