Final chapter :)

****WARNING ADULT CONTENT****

Rated M for a reason. NSFW.

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Erik's fingers had begun to pick up speed, rubbing against her clit. The waves of pleasure wracked her body. She gripped his shoulders tearing into his dress coat. What he had for lips clamped around her perky nipple soaking the night-gown with his saliva as he bit and sucked. She arched against him and cried out. To Christine's astonishment, he became stiffer and thicker. Fear continued to mix with her pleasure. The blood-filled viens that ran along from its tip to base pulsated. It was standing upward eagerly waiting. He began to pump himself. Erik moved his legs apart causing her to spread wider. Foolishly she never thought of Erik's size and what that would mean for her. His cock was beautiful and frightening just like the rest of him.

Her juices were covering most of his hand. Some had even dripped down her legs. His fingers started to move in a way that she felt was opening her up.

"You're dripping for me, Christine."

She whimpered, unable to speak. He released his cock briefly to shove his fingers in her mouth. Quickly she took them into her mouth sucking them. She tasted both him and herself on his fingers. In rhythm, his fingers moved in and out of her at both ends.

A pressure was building in her. In a way that never happened before when she imagined these things. This time Erik's mouth clamped down hard on her other breast. She moaned onto his fingers that still invaded her mouth.

"I think that's good my dear."

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and rubbed her spit along his cock. Then he began to guide her hips over him.

"I don't know if I'm ready."

He pulled his finger out of her slicked pussy making way for his cock, and showed her.

"You're ready Christine and I swear to be as gentle as a lamb." And with that, he spread his legs even wider causing her pussy to open more and bringing his cock head to her entrance. They each felt the heat of each other's aching sex.

"Lower yourself, Christine. I'll help you."

She didn't move. Her inner thighs quaked. Gently he guided her to stand on the cushions. Her delicate feet planted firmly on either side of his splayed legs. His impaling instrument was further away but still no less dangerous.

"Erik, what are you doing?"

Wordlessly he lifted the nightgown and used both hands to pull her forward. She understood now, once she had seen a stagehand perform a similar act on a ballerina. They had been lying down.

She stood over him. Erik sunk low enough to have his mouth right at the level of her sex. Her mound was inches from his face. His hot breath tickled the little curls. Leaning forward she grabbed the back of the sofa moving closer. Then his mouth found her. Her hips bucked against his face and he moaned in pleasure. His tongue worked her the way his hand had; plunging in and out. Mindlessly she pulled the nightgown over her head. Erik groaned with approval. She'd begun to fondle her nipples. Looking down into his eyes she saw raging lust being stoked as he drank greedily from her fountain of youth.

She was vaguely aware that she heard him starting to pump himself again. The little deviant in her was ready now. Grinding her pussy into his face caused another grown of approval from him. It was time now, was it not?

His hands ran up and down her now completely nude body. She noticed his hands were no longer cold but she still shivered against him. Gingerly he guided her back to him. This time with no hesitation she allowed him to guide her pussy over his cock. It was raging just as before. Now she felt ready for everything that was to come from this union.

Whispering the same instructions, "Lower yourself onto me."

Now she did as he held his cock at her entrance. Chrisine sunk onto him carefully. A cry escaped her lips, there was a burning sensation and it was only the tip of him.

"Take your time dear."

Nodding, she took hold of his shoulders and closed her eyes. She began to work her way down. Erik thought he was going to lose his mind. Her pussy was still so wet that had he wanted to he could've shoved himself all in with a hard thrust. There would be no resistance save for her maidenhead but that would give way to him. He forced himself to not move, he had to let her do this. It was her choice.

He held his breath as he watched her with closed eyes push her way down. "Yes, just like that Christine."

She felt his fingers digging painfully into her hips. Slowly she went down a little further. A moan emitted from her as she felt his member stretch her, filling her. The burning sensation continued but it was easier than she expected, her body craved him. Then she met resistance and she thought that must be it. She'd done it, taken all of him.

Her eyes opened to see his pained face. "Have I done it wrong?"

His voice was quiet trying to remain controlled. "No, Christine you've done it right but I'm not- you're not-" he broke off into a small wimper.

Her eyes went downwards and she understood what he meant. He was only partially in, she gulped. No, in her fantasies she never thought this was a possibility. She was only a quarter of the way down. Her hot juices leaked down and around his cock slicking him up.

Erik saw the fear in her eyes and the portion of his cock that was inside felt her sweet body tighten around him even more, but it was not from lust. The fear he saw cut through his fog of hunger. He hated seeing her fear of him. Only now it wasn't his face, just the other wretched thing about him.

He with all the gentleness of a lamb, touched her face to look at him. "Christine, you don't have to continue. We can stop now." She moved shifting her weight and it caused her to move up and down slightly. They both cried out from the exquisite pleasure the movement brought on. He let out a painful sob, "Please Christine stop and let me up."

Stubbornly she shook her head, "No I want to keep going. I need to Erik please or else I truly will go mad." He understood the sentiment and nodded. The pleasure she felt from the movement was enough to keep her going but again she met resistance.

He panted, "Rock your hips up and down. It'll help."

Again she did as instructed but only could make it halfway down his cock. He rolled his head back nearly weeping. Every fiber in his being told him to thrust upwards but he held fast, waiting.

Her breathy voice called to him, "Erik, please help?"

Erik looked down to where they were joined and his cock was only about halfway in. Her pussy held him like a vice. He could see how stretched she was over him. Her cunt over flowing with tasty drippings. They rolled to the underside of his testicles wetting his pants. His fingers found her clit with ease and he began to rub. She leaned back with a cry of pleasure resting her hands on his spread knees. But he didn't stop only continued to apply more pressure. Once again she rocked her hips, easing him in. Coming forward she wrapped her arms around him causing her to wimper as she slid further down. The resistance now was her maidenhead. Both were near delirium from the sensation.

She gripped the back of his skull tangling her fingers in his sparse hair and whispered into his ear the second thing she hadn't wanted to think about. Christine truly believed his cock pushed the feeling upwards and she could no longer contain it even from herself. He sobbed quietly into her hair echoing his words of love from before.

Now together she pushed down and he thrusting upwards they were joined completely. They cried out as she clamped around the full size of him. He let her ride him at first, letting her adjust. When she picked up speed that was his cue. She could take him. His hands circled her waist and helped her push downwards while thrusting up into her pussy. The creature in him wanted to break her in and make her cum with his cock inside her. The pressure was building again inside her but this time Erik wasn't stopping. She felt his testicles bounce against her ass. He was sweating profusely and so was she. Peering over his prey's shoulder he saw the sheen of sweat glisten on her bouncing backside with every thrust he pushed into her.

"Say it, Christine."

It took her a moment. The young woman could hardly think, his movements hadn't stopped. It was becoming harder to breathe. Erik's hand pressed her mound finding her clit again. Then it all became too much.

Erik felt her muscles begin to spasm around him, this urged him to rub and fuck harder. Her eyes were glazed over with passion. His wicked tongue licked the sweat that trickled down between her breasts. Christine's hands found his terrible face and for the first time, she caressed him. Like a dog, he leaned into the touch, in all his years he'd never been touched so gently. Fresh tears began to spill from his deep sockets. She wiped them away staring into his face as she bounced up and down. She whined rolling her head back and gasping out, "I love you."

Then she felt Erik expand inside her and again she said the words he'd never tire of hearing for they were new and precious to him. She knew they were both so close, that she felt the start of his seed leaking out of him. He was reaching his end and from the way they kept meeting each other with such force so was she.

His thumb now worked her enflamed clit applying more pressure until then she released a great cry shouting his name. The sounds she made sent him over the edge and after a few more hard thrusts he erupted inside her. Shooting his seed into her was a new sensation. That also he'd never done with anyone before. Finishing in his own hands was what he was accustomed to but not now. She hadn't begged him to pull out and finish himself off in the corner no she welcomed it.

Christine collapsed against him and he crushed her to him. They stay that way for a long while catching their breath. His hands started to feel cold again and she shivered. The fog of love and mad desire slipped away but still she stayed. She didn't want to leave. Christine knew they were far from perfect, but was happy they found each other. They each gave each other something the other needed. They couldn't truly start over but what just transpired had just changed everything.

Erik waited in fear thinking at any moment she'd wake from her madness and be disgusted by what just transpired. That her words of love were things she said in a moment of passion and nothing more.

She sat up gazing at him, she saw his confusion. "Know that it is a living woman who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you."

A smile broke out upon his hideous features but she did not see that, only the smile. She had learned one could get used to anything.

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Well, that's one done. Looking forward to posting more short ones like this and possibly working on longer pieces :)

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