Chapter 26: Only You

Author's Note: WARNING!!! Sexually Explicit content.

Mahrig

Gareth's breath halted by my ear. The warm feeling danced across my skin, having a rather different effect sending a chill down my spine in anticipation.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, slightly raising above me to peer down. His eyes searched my face, clearly looking for any sign of hesitation. He wouldn't find it though. This is what I wanted. This is what I had dared let my mind wander to on many occasions while in his company. How could I not be sure about my Gareth? His question would have perplexed me, but something else was driving my body forward. Need, hunger and the strong feeling that swarmed my chest and expanded to the very tips of my fingers that lay tangled within his deep brown locks of hair as I gazed into his eyes. Love.

The emotions inside of me calmed, the fear and anxiety of my path in life, recent events and dragons. All was but an afterthought as I gazed into his eyes. The eyes that held such passion, and with the reflection I could see my own mirroring his.

"Yes…" I whispered, hoping that my words were audible over the sound of the water that crashed down from an opening higher up in the cave wall, fueling the fast paced stream that quickly raced over and around the rocks and boulders in its path . Gareth buried his face in my neck once more, trailing kisses wherever he pleased, pleasing me in the process.

The texture of his lips, slightly dry thanks to the cold northern winds, tickled each nerve ending sending a sensation of warmth over my skin, nestling in the area where his assault of kisses halted. I became painfully aware of his intentions. His eyes caught mine once more, my breath hastened. In my mind every movement Gareth made became a slow crawl to my senses. The world seemed to almost come to a halt as Gareth lowered his head, inching closer to my most sensitive, yet yearning, area. Gareth slightly brush his fingers through the moist curls, applying enough pressure to pull back the folds, exposing his target.

Gareth lay between my legs, completely enthralled by the area he focused on. His head lowering inch by inch as I painfully watched in slow motion. I was anxious, waiting for the foreign sensation this would present to wash over me. I could feel the bundle of nerves in my lower region tighten, and a slow ache settled much lower near my entrance. The sensation this evoked foreshadowed the pleasure that was to come, and I could barely grasp a coherent thought.

All attempts of forming rational thoughts were halted as an explosion of sensation gripped my body. I could feel the slick ever changing pressure of Gareth's tongue against my most sensitive knot of nerves. The feeling between my legs spread to other areas, forcing my body to slightly squirm at the foreign but sensational pull toward Gareth's tongue. I slightly bucked my hips, gaining a chuckle from Gareth. The vibration his chuckle sent against the center of my exposed folds sent another wave of pleasure through my body. My mind became a fog, the only thing registering was the feel of Gareth's tongue as he seemingly lapped and swirled his tongue in all the right ways.

Moans escaped from within me, there was no use trying to hold them back as I was already struggling to hold on to the stability of my body, which slipped closer and closer to the edge as Gareth settled his tongue into a dangerous repetition. The constant rhythm, the same pressure in one area and the heat of his breath was sending me toward a spiral I wasn't sure I could return from. An intense pressure was building. With each stroke of his tongue I was being pushed farther up, closer to the peak of whatever was to come. Not being able to do much else I grabbed his hair, tangling my fingers into the dark locks once more. To my surprise Gareth increased the pressure of his mouth over my sensitive nub, and began suckling. This was it, this was how I would die. My heartbeat was present in my ears, sounding off as a loud drum, louder than any word wall had ever echoed, the pleasure misting my vision. My hand tightened in Gareth's hair trying to hold on to him as if to keep me from floating away.

My pleasure peaked in an explosion of sensation that caused physical tears to well within my clenched eyes. Gareth, now pinning my hip with his free hand, continued and deepened the stroke of his tongue. Each completion of a swirl ended with Gareth suckling my bundle of nerves into his mouth, and each time I became more painfully sensitive. My body was ravaged by the pleasure that had so quickly overtaken me, and was finally fading but not disappearing, pulling my mind and senses back down to Nirn.

My body was shaking, quivering under Gareth's lingering touch as he gazed upward toward me. His hand, now massaging my intimate area. A small smile was forming on his lips, and an obvious blush was present. I could feel the heat of my own cheeks, flushed and warm, my skin noticeably clammy to the touch. Any self conscious thoughts I had previously had were now gone, now replaced with an urgency to make Gareth feel what I had, or atleast attempt to.

I shifted my weight, pulling myself upward. Gareth slightly moved back to accommodate for space. His eyes were sparkling. They were the most beautiful deep shade of Emerald I could possibly imagine. This wasn't just my heightened emotions talking, I had always thought his eyes to be deeply appealing, but the glint they carried and the look of excitement only served to further my opinion of them.

I felt a warmth in my lower region, and felt the wetness coat my folds as I pushed myself upward into a sitting position. Gareth's hand lingered, and found the wet substance, continuing to rub and dispense the warm liquid all over my nether region. The stroke of his fingers awoke my nerves once more, causing a burning sensation to soak the skin of my cheeks. I wanted to kiss him, even if his mouth had been in a less than appealing area. My hand found his hair once more as I sat up, Gareth's hand now adjusted to accommodate my new posture. He continued his slow strokes across my folds, digging his finger between my lips every so often to brush my nub. My breathing wanted to match his strokes, and halted each time his skin harassed my bundle of nerves.

"Gareth…" I moaned slightly as I placed my mouth against his. His lips were now moist, softening the earlier cracks that had been present. My tongue snaked out to find his between his lips as my hand began its journey, travelling his body and slowly coming to a stop just above his hardened member. A low sound escaped Gareth's throat against my mouth. It was the sound of pleasure, and I wanted to give him more. I trailed circles on his lower abdomen dead center of his hip bones, and just above the cluster of hair that was splayed above his manhood. I could feel his muscles twitching, much like my own had in his earlier tongue assault. I was apparently doing something right. Gareth's hips moved more each time I circled closer to his erect member. I didn't want to rush things, but I didn't want to keep him waiting either. I could tell by his heavy breathing upon breaking our kisses that he was worked up, maybe even as worked up as I had been.

I took him in my hand, and gently stroked. The skin of his hardness was very soft, and flexible, but the muscle beneath was rigid. The muscle twitched at max capacity within my hand, causing a slight tingling sensation deep within my woman hood. My body wanted him, it wanted him so bad. I myself had longed to have him in that way since the stormy night in Ivarstead, when passion had overtaken us. There was a lingering hunger for that sort of contact that I tried my best to push to the back of my mind. However, tonight I had given the key to those feelings and they had opened a door that I could never again close.

Gareth's throaty moans were joined by my own as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I wanted to taste him, but at the same time I wanted him to take me. The more he moaned, the closer I pressed my body against his. My erect nipples grazed against his own skin, sending chills down my body from a different area, but all still met in that one sweet place. The sweet place where Gareth's finger slowly slid in, taking me by surprise. My gasp against his mouth caused his eyes to open. He pulled back for a moment, and withdrew his finger with him.

"No, please more…" I reassured, pulling him back to me. The heat that was radiating from his body made me long forget the cold water in which we had dunked ourselves in prior. I felt his finger slide inside of me once more. My body seemed as if it tried to push out the foreign object, but my mind begged for it to fill me more. Gareth's slow pace of inserting his finger caused a melting sensation in my limbs. He continued, slowly pulling his finger out and reentering traveling a tad deeper each time. That is, until he hit an invisible barrier. I could feel his finger within me, a tickling sensation as he rubbed whatever had stopped his progress.

"This might hurt a little…" Gareth whispered, pulling back from our kiss. I nodded slowly, knowing full well what he meant. Gareth had found my maidenhead. The barrier of my virginity. I took my hand from his member and wrapped both arms heavily around his neck, letting my chest rest fully against him as I deepened the kiss.

His finger continued to massage the thin barrier within me, the sides of his fingers stimulated the walls of my opening, causing little moans to escape. He wrapped his free arm around me, holding me to him firmly, his hand cupping my left breast from behind. He began to massage the mound of flesh, and applied pressure with the finger that was inside. I could feel the slight sting as the membrane began to tear, and a sharp jolt of pain caused me to slightly jump. Gareth's finger finally slid through, burrowing deeper into my core, and past the broken maidenhead. A new level of sensation overtook me, something deep within me awoke. A new area, completely unexplored and very sensitive. Gareth stopped, pulling his finger out. The quiver in my body was growing, as was his own need.

Gareth pulled back slightly, and glanced down at his hand. Blood. He turned his hand over, and continued to observe the crimson liquid. He glanced down at the clothes under us, and quickly pushed me upward. I rose, the quick action presented my muscles with a twinge of pain where my maidenhead had once occupied my cavity. Gareth rose as well, and lead me to the stream once more. His member was still erect, and I couldn't help but admire his girth. I didn't have much to compare to, but his finger had stroked every nerve within my womanhood which led me to fantasize the feeling of something much larger in comparison.

He chose a spot, away from the current, where the water rested in an enclave of the bank. He quickly washed his hand erasing any trace of blood from his skin. I knelt by the water, and attempted to splash some of the icy liquid onto my region. I was halted, as Gareth knelt beside me.

"I made the mess, I'll clean it up." He whispered in a low husky voice. One that sent chills down my spine, something not even the cold water did. We sat at the edge of the water for a bit. Gareth splashed the cool liquid between my leg, and sensually rubbed, repeating the process. The motion of his fingers combined with the coldness of the water left me with a heightened sensitivity in my lower region. I could feel the warmth of his fingers cut through the coldness of the water on my skin, my folds lavishing the sensation causing my breathing to hasten once more. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, watching the slight smile that tugged at the corner of Gareth's lips. He was enjoying this, introducing such a strange sensation with the chilled water and his warm fingers.

I came to a point where I couldn't handle this torture much longer. My body had tasted what he could do to me, and I wanted more. I gritted my teeth and stifled a few moans, readying myself to stand up. As if Gareth could sense my growing frustration he pulled me backwards. He sat on the moss covered area of the cavern. Nature's carpet would suffice. Besides, I didn't want to bloody our clothes up. Blood was hard to get out of all types of fabric. The bleeding had seemed to slow a bit, but it was better safe than sorry.

Gareth

I wasn't sure how much longer I could control my urges. I wanted to be inside of her, and I could feel the itch within my hardness each time she sounded a moan. The sensation of just my finger within her body had nearly sent me over the edge. The tightness of her walls around my exploring digit had felt almost divine. I could almost taste the pleasure I imagined would be accompanied if my own erect member had been the one exploring instead. However, I wanted her to be comfortable. I knew in her virgin state that such a large blunt force against her maidenhead would have hurt much worse than the comparable narrowness of my finger. I wanted her to be filled with as much pleasure as possible. Love making was meant to be comfortable for both parties involved, not the nightmare of twisted fetish I had suffered as a young man in his beginning adolescence.

I quickly wiped those thoughts from my mind. I wouldn't let those devious memories sully my experience with Mahrig. She wasn't the wicked wood elf druid that had taken advantage of me. She wasn't the woman that had experimented with my body and implemented her twisted fetishes onto my young innocence. No. Mahrig was the woman I loved, the woman I would willingly give my life for. I would never compare her to such an evil person. Mahrig was almost a goddess in my eyes. The only comparable thing that kept her from divinity was her obvious mortality. Mahrig was worth my worship, whereas Faellthir, the wood elf druid, was worth shunning.

The moss beneath us did well to slightly cushion our bodies as I pulled Mahrig toward me. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed with a hint of wildness that lay beneath the surface. She was ready. The fresh warm liquid between her legs assured me of that, causing my manhood to twitch once more with anticipation. I wiped away the slight sweat that had formed above my brow. The sensual events that had already transpired between us had put a mild amount of fatigue into my frame.

My eyes scanned over the perfect body that lay beside me. Each perfectly round breast was centered with a taut pink nipple. The dip of her sides escalated to a perfectly well shaped hip that I longed to kiss, but settled for stroking. The splay of moist curls covered the lips that my own had intertwined with previously, but her soft smile and the look in her eyes was what I truly loved. Her body called to my own, but her expression called to my soul.

I softly stroked her cheek as I planted a kiss on her slightly swollen lips. The heat of her mouth matched my own, and her taste was sweet like fresh nectar from Kynareth's garden. I pulled her to me, letting our bodies rub against each other as we both worked towards deepening the kiss. Both on our sides, my tightened muscle found the curls that hid Mahrig's flower, a flower that had bloomed and was now ready for my hardness. I rubbed my member, relishing the sensation, against her carpet of curls, finally finding the soft wet lips that begged for entry. I slid my throbbing mass between those slick lips, causing Mahrig and myself to moan in unison. I could feel her twitch on my muscle as I grazed her bundle of sensitive nerves at the top of her fleshy folds. I pulled backwards with my hips, and made another pass between her lips, rubbing and grinding against the slick flesh. Mahrig was now thrusting her own hips against me. Each time I could feel the growing urgency more as she begged with her body instead of words. I wanted her to voice her need. I needed to hear her words, to know that I had permission to give her what we both wanted.

I thrust harder, feeling her own muscles twitch against mine.

"Please Gareth…" She moaned, grabbing my hair and massaging my scalp with her nails.

"Please, inside…" Her inability to form a proper sentence was overlooked. I knew the pleasure was intense, I myself was struggling with my resolve to hear her words. I pushed her onto her back, following with my own body, placing myself between her legs. Mahrig's eyes even more glazed than before, slightly rolled a bit into her eyelids as I placed my throbbing self against her entrance. I could feel the mouth of her fleshy cavern tighten in anticipation as the tip of my shaft grazed her entrance and settled.

I wanted more, deep down I did. However, looking at her caused me to halt my actions. She was positively beautiful, and the look in her eyes was quickly changing from one of pleasure, to dawning realization.

"I don't have anything to prevent pregnancy…" She said. The realization changing her features into that of shock. I pulled back slightly, giving her room to move.

"It never occured to me that this might happen. I'm sorry. I should have been prepared and bought a few contraceptive potions just in case…" Her mouth slightly turned into a frown.

" I can pull out before I reach my climax." I offered, hoping to put her mind at ease. Her brow slightly raised.

"That's still risky though isn't it?" She asked. Her uncertainty caused a bit of discomfort to display itself across my features. It was definitely noticeable, because Mahrig began showing a bit of her own.

"I'm sorry Gareth, I didn't mean to upset you. I really do want this…" Her brow furrowed, and a look of sadness crossed her face.

"It's not that Mahrig…" I sighed, realizing that I was coming off as pushy. It wasn't my intention. I truly didn't want to force her to do something she wasn't comfortable with, but there was something she needed to know if our relationship was going to go anywhere. I wanted her happiness above all else, and if we were truly going to take this step, then that meant things were becoming serious. Serious enough to potentially break her heart in the future if she wanted children.

"Mahrig, there are some things you should know about me…" I trailed off, waiting to gauge her reaction. I pulled away from her. The memories that were currently surfacing were quickly quelling my desires.

Mahrig pulled herself up as well, a concerned look crossing her face.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice taking on her usual quiet tone she adapted when she felt she had offended.

"No love, not as of right now." I answered, wondering how I should go about explaining a bit of my dark past to her. It would be something I would no doubt share with her, but it wasn't something I wanted to sully her potential first time with. The information I needed to impart to her was delicate, and needed to be given lightly. I didn't want to upset her, but my options were limited.

"I can't give anyone a child." I spoke with a steady tone, trying not to let my demeanor waver. Her look of sadness changed to one of curiosity, her brow only creasing further. The look faded almost instantly, and one of concern replaced it.

"Gareth, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I wouldn't have brought up such a foolish gesture if I had. I didn't mean to bring up such a sensitive subject." Mahrig's hand reached out and cupped my face. Her eyes searched mine for a bit, and I tried my best to hide the emotions and thoughts that swam around my being. Mahrig was much too perceptive for my efforts to win.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She whispered.

I needed to talk about it, but I didn't want her to see me as filthy and that is exactly how these things made me feel. I had been used from a young age, as a slave. A slave that was trained in ways to please his master from an early age. A slave that was later priced and used by other women that associated with his master. A cult of Bosmer women alike that would do unmentionable things to my flesh, and to my mind.

"Mahrig, the things that…" My voice slipped, cracking a tad bit on the last word, betraying myself and letting my emotions flow forward. She didn't need to hear this, but I wanted her to understand how I knew that I could never give her children.

Mahrig's eyes began to tear up as she gazed at me. Her other hand found mine as she scooted closer, closing the distance.

"No, shhh… It's okay. If you aren't ready to talk about it then don't. I've hidden things from you too, not that you are hiding things I just meant that…" I shook my head.

"No Mahrig, that's not it. I'm not upset with you. You had a reason for hiding your past, and I have reasons for burying mine. I thought I had completely buried that part of my life when I became a paladin, but now… Now it could possibly affect the one I love. The person I never even anticipated would come into my life." I shrugged, tightening my lips into a grim setting.

" I've never really talked about my life from before I joined the Knights of the Nine. I've shared my memories of farm life with my father, but that's pretty much it. I was completely fascinated that their order even still existed, and I made it point to forget my past life. I tried to move on and do some good in the world. I vowed to leave all worldly pleasures behind." Mahrig slightly nodded as she listened intently, hanging on my every word.

"I told you about my childhood. Growing up in High Rock on a small farm with my father. He was a Nord, and after he discovered my noble Breton mother had no intentions of returning to us peasants, he had decided to come to the land of his ancestors. We were going to begin our life over here. Some upset nobles that wanted to erase my mother's past sent a group of men to take care of her past transgressions. Her affair with a lowly peasant that had resulted in a bastard child. She had long since abandoned me with my father. After they killed him, they sold me into Slavery, and I was smuggled into Hammerfell."

Mahrig nodded slowly as I recapped a few of the details I had given her in the beginning of our journeys. I had wished at the time that opening up to her would have encouraged her to share something about herself. I never imagined that I would have to elaborate my experience as I was about to painfully do.

"I was bought and used for many things. Labor, servant, baby sitter, but when I had exhausted my uses to those masters they would always sell or trade me to someone else. That was until I was traded to Faellthir. She was a seasoned Bosmer druid. She had a youthful appearance, and even seemed very nice in the beginning. That was, until I started to mature." I swallowed a bit hard as I finished my sentence, giving myself time to arrange my thoughts. The details would be limited for Mahrig's sake, of that I was sure.

"She began using my body as she seen fit, grooming me to pleasure her whenever she wanted. To others she would put on a facade, and santer the divine druid of Kynareth act. However, deep down and behind closed doors, she was clearly touched by Sanguine, and corrupted me in the domination of Molag Bal."

Mahrig's face paled in comparison to the previously flushed features that was now but a memory. Her welling eyes released, sending a tear in a downward cascade flowing over her cheek near the edge of her jaw. I caught the tear with my finger and gave her a small smile.

"Don't feel bad for me Mahrig. My life brought me to you, and I don't think I could take any of that back." Mahrig sniffed, and cupped my face once more.

"My dear Gareth, I'm so sorry." She whimpered.

"Anyways…" I began again.

"Faellthir wasn't the only person who used me for her selfish and deviant desires. A few of her acquaintances and friends took an interest in me. They would meet to worship Kynareth, and complete trials of druidic rites combining the teachings of Hircine, welcoming their gifts into the world. They believed that the mother of the druids, the life bringer, was Kynareth, but in their twisted minds, a father had to sire such abilities, and hircine was such sire." Mahrig slightly frowned.

"They were all druids?" She asked.

"No, but a few of the Bosmer women followed in the druidic way in one way or another. Some were just simple hunters and one was even rumored to be a werewolf. They set out with intentions to preserve the land and give thanks to the creatures that Kynareth had supplied to the lands. Kynareth is not among the original Bosmeri Pantheon, and yet she bestowed the gift of the druid onto their race. Those that are touched by Kynareth, are sometimes outcast, and seen as strange. So Most Bosmer druids dwell outside of Valenwood. She openly sought Bosmer druids and bosmer that shared her twisted view of the union of Kynareth and Hircine. They were outcasts, and it was one reason she resided within Hammerfell." I paused, knowing the next bit of information was a bit disturbing.

"They began using me in rites of fertility. Procreation was something they yearned for as Druids, it is by nature that they were driven to continue their lines. It was supposed to be that way anyways. I was used by many women, and never once did a pregnancy result from it. Faellthir became increasingly irritated with my inability to do my duty. She became angry and stated that Kynareth had blessed them with fertility, but I was the problem. It could have been trauma I had sustained in the many beatings I had been given as a slave." Mahrig was still shedding tears for me. Her eyes never left mine, but many tears had in fact left hers.

"After I was no use to their little cult anymore, she began selling my services to the highest bidder. I eventually escaped, and was smuggled into Cyrodiil. I was among a smuggler's wagon in the first place, so it wasn't as if my discovery would have made that much of a difference." I lowered my gaze, realizing I had just revealed my past to the innocent Mahrig. There was no telling what kind of judgment must have been swimming around in her mind. That wasn't fair, Mahrig wasn't the type to judge based on things that couldn't be helped. That was my own conscience trying to punish me for speaking of things that I had promised I would never speak of.

I felt Mahrig's arms around my neck, and felt her shaking frame embrace me.

"I wish I could take away everything that has happened to you." She cried. I sucked up my wounded side, and embraced her once more. She did take away my pain. She took away my pain every time she smiled, or laughed or held me like this. She took away my pain, completely replacing it with a different type of pain everytime she stood in front of another dragon that was so close to wiping her from existence. She took away my pain every time her eyes opened from a long sleep to greet me with a smile. She could drown out my pain with just the knowledge that she existed in the same realm as me. I wanted to tell her all of these things, but instead I would show her.

I grabbed her mouth once more in a heated kiss, slightly grabbing her by surprise. I pulled back, revealing an emotion to my features that I wanted her to relish in. I summed up all of the love I felt for her in my best attempt, with a look. I wanted her to feel my need, to see my love, to show her that she was everything I wanted and needed. Apparently it worked, because the crashing of her body against mine once more signaled her readiness, and awakened mine.

Laying her gently against the moss covered ground once more, I hovered over her, placing my shaft against her entrance. I felt free, and I wanted Mahrig to join in on the wonderous feeling. The feeling that engulfed me could have sent me over the edge a thousand times. I gazed down at her hooded eyes waiting for their approval. In return Mahrig's hips replied as she slightly thrust forward, increasing the pressure against my throbbing muscle, slightly easing the tip into her tight opening. I pushed slowly, feeling Mahrig's slick walls pushing back against me, her virgin entry felt as if it was going to push me back out, the resistance of her retracting muscles upon entering only fueled my pleasure.

I watched as I slowly fought against the tightness around me to gain further entry. Mahrig's eyes stayed on me, but her lips were now partly open, and her breathing was picking up. A slight wince from her caused me to halt as I passed the still sensitive area where her maidenhead had once been. She nodded for me to continue, and placed her hands on each side of my face, pulling me to her. Her taste was as sweet as ever, maybe even sweeter with the new stimulation it was coupled with. I burrowed deeper, feeling Mahrig buck her hips against me. Her warmth only grew as I came closer to her core.

A loud gasp against my mouth sounded as I reached maximum penetration. I could feel the tip of my shaft come into contact with the soft flesh of the entrance to her womb. Mahrig's tight walls were fully stretched around me, and her muscles contracted in an effort to push me out, but the sensation felt as if her body was trying to milk me. I groaned as I slid my member halfway out, trying not to cause Mahrig any discomfort, but the look on her face as she gazed up at me was pure bliss. Her attention was cast toward my lips once more. I made the move to kiss her this time, and I didn't pull away, even when she gasped once more as I slid my now throbbing muscle back into her tight convulsing pit of muscles.

The deeper I went, the more Mahrig's quieted plea grew louder. I settled for a slow stroking pace, once that ended with my tip in complete contact with her womb. Mahrig's hip soon fell into rhythm with mine, and later hastened surpassing my comfortable stroke. She was enjoying this, and so I hastened my pace to match hers. I would let her set the pace, not wanting to get carried away and hurt her.

Her face was flush once more as I pulled back to look at her, She was very close as I pushed into her over and over again. Her walls were tightening even more around me, threatening to send me over the edge as well, but I wanted to make sure she felt the intense pleasure that was to come. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and began kissing the tender skin below her ear at the top of her neck. My kisses trailed lower, to the base slightly massaging the often neglected muscles that were sometimes the most sensitive and fastest way for arousal. Her moans grew, and my name escaped her lips multiple times.

I was dangerously close, and Mahrig was on the edge of release. I Picked my body up, pushing backwards while holding onto her body bringing it with me. She straddled my lap, my member still inside. I hugged her body to me and aided in picking her form up feeling her bring her hips back down. Mahrig's cry of release signaled me to find my own. The sudden erratic muscle behavior inside of her as she climaxed sent me over the edge as I brought her hips down hard onto my pulsing member. I could feel my shaft slam into the entrance of her womb, causing her to yelp from surprise. She grinded her hips against me after the initial shock, causing me to shudder at the newly formed sensitivity of our release.

Both of our bodies stilled, and we simply held onto each other. Both breathless, both sweating and both fatigued. This was Mahrig's first time, but it was also my first time. My first time of actually enjoying a sexual act. I didn't just enjoy it, this would completely erase my opinion of lovemaking to form a much better one.

"I love you…" Mahrig whispered as she brought her head away from my shoulder to gaze at me.

"Only you…" She said before kissing me once more.