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A gift of Innocent [Jan. 26th, 2012|07:23 pm]
It feels so good to come inside...


Title: A Gift
Warning: Straight sex, little bondage, VERY light rape play
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 2137
Summary: She's his gift, his bride to save his people from destruction

I waited in the little room. There were no windows, only one door and in the corner a large soft looking bed. It was warm, the fire stoked and burning. I was tied, naked to a chair, legs spread, and arms aching from being behind me for so long. I bit the gag in my mouth, breathing through it slowly. It tasted like lavender. My face itched from the dry salt that my tears had left. My head was drooping on my chest, my pitch black hair falling over my face, I was trying to sleep. Trying to wake up from the nightmare I was in.

I had been grabbed off of the path to market that morning. Grabbed by several men in robes and dragged through the woods to this small hut. Stripped, pinched and jeered at until they were tired of me. Then they bound, gagged and left me. I was pretty sure for one of two fates. The first: to die or the second: to ruin.

I heard the door open and my head snapped up. A man stood at the door, he was tall with long curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He smiled at me. “Morganna, do not cry.” He said tenderly. He walked into the room and knelt in front of me. His eyes fixed on my breasts and he reached out a finger and stroked one of my pale nipples.

I cried out and tried to jerk back. He just sighed and placed his hands on my thighs. “I am Valerian.” He said, his voice soft, soothing. I frowned at him and he released the gag.

“Let me go home….Please…” I begged. He shook his head.

“Alas I cannot Morganna.” He told me, sounding a little sad.

“How…” I swallowed. “How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been watching you since you were a little girl.” He told me.

“But you’re not much older than I am.” I was confused…I was 20; he didn’t look to be more than 25.

“Oh, child, but I am…I am so much older than you.” He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“Why have you been watching me?” I asked

“Because you belong to me. Your parents gave you to me upon your second birthday.” Valerian told me. He stood and walked behind me.

“What….But…But why?” I gasped, feeling the knot at my hands being release. He walked back in front of me and slowly pulled my arms towards me, it hurt and tears began to fill my eyes.

“Shush now.” He said, massaging the hurting joints. “I know it hurts and I’m sorry.” He kissed each of my shoulders, causing fear to build up in me and something else, something warm and tender.

He bent in front of me again and kissed a path from my knee to my ankle and untied them, swirling his tongue over each bruise the ropes had caused. He looked up and smiled.

“I know you’re afraid and I know you’re confused. I promise to make this as painless as possible.” He said, kneeling between my thighs. I tried to close them, but his hands on my inner thighs stopped me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, voice small.

“I am the priest of my people. I must take a virgin bride every 500 years or my people will die and our Goddess will refuse us. Only the blood of a virgin makes my people possible.” He told me, scooping me into his arms. I struggled and cried, beating my fists against him.

He sat on the bed holding me to him, stroking my hair and back, trying to soothe me. I raked my nails over any skin I could find, shrieking until his hand clamped over my mouth.

“Stop.” The word was a command and suddenly I found myself without voice. “I will give you back you’re voice if you promise not to struggle or scream.”

I nodded and suddenly I could speak, I took a deep breath and saw the warning in his eyes. “You’re going to kill me; I have every right to be afraid.” I said. He reached up and rubbed his thumb over my nipple, causing it to pucker; I bit my lip as he rolled it between his finger and thumb.

“I am not going to kill you sweet one.” He told me, smiling. He sat me next to him on the bed; it felt good against my skin. He pushed on my shoulders until I was laying back.

“You….You aren’t?” I asked, gripping the blankets under me. His hand trailed up my thigh and I jerked as his fingers played with the curls between my legs.

“It is true I need virgin blood. But it is from the taking of your innocence that I shall get it.” He told me. I bit my lip again, fear filling my features, I tried to roll up in the fetal position but he stopped me.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. I promise you that you will enjoy it. I can drive you to such heights. You will love me, bare my children and be with me until you die.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing me. His kiss was soft, his warm tongue entering my mouth. His hands slid to my thighs, gripping me.

His mouth tasted like cinnamon and cedar. I felt my hands reach up and bury themselves in his hair, my body relaxing under him. If my first time had to be with a man, why shouldn’t it be with one? I asked myself. He is soft and tender with me. He will make a fine husband.

I broke the kiss off and took his face in my hands. My body still trembled in fear of the unknown. He kissed my forehead. “I saved your brother and you were the cost.” He told me. I nodded in understanding, I was only a woman and to my father not nearly as precious as my brother.

“Will you allow this? Or will you make me take you by force?” He asked, whispering against my lips.

“I am afraid.” I told him. He stood and began to undress.

“I know, but I have been with others like you and I know what to do.” He said, smiling down at me.

Naked he was magnificent. His skin golden, he was hairless, his shoulder’s wide and his body toned. His cock was already hard with want and need. My eyes widened and I felt my heart speed at his size. He was huge, hard looking, thick and erect. That couldn’t possibly fit inside me, could it?

“Calm down Morganna.” He said, kneeling beside me on the bed. “I am going to make you ready for me first.” He kissed me again, causing the thoughts in my brain to go a little fuzzy and my body to relax slightly.

His hands stroked me, touching me until I murmured his name and arched into his touch. I opened my eyes and looked at him; his blue eyes had darkened a little. His arms braced themselves on either side of me.

“Just relax.” He whispered and began to kiss a hot path from my chin to my navel. He licked around my navel, causing tiny shivers to spiral through me. His lips were hot as they slid over my hips and thighs. His hands parted me, spreading me wide. I was a little nervous, never having had a man this close to me.

He gazed into my cunt and I watched him lick his lips. He placed kisses around my entrance, causing me to shudder. I groaned deep and heard him chuckle. His tongue snaked out and began to lick the throbbing bunch of nerves hidden by my nether lips.

My hips jumped and he groaned, his lips surrounding that nub and sucking it. I squirmed, wanting to get away and wanting more. He suckled me, milking that little ball of pleasure. I felt something deep inside me rise up; it felt like something hot was boiling deep in my womb. But before I could explore the sensation his lips were gone, his tongue invading me, diving deep inside me, feeling hot and wet. I felt something begin to trickle down my leg, warm and just a little thicker than water. I gasped as his finger replaced his tongue; he rubbed it against a spot inside of me making me moan. I rolled my hips, eyes closed, hands digging into the bed.

“You are more than ready for me Morganna.” He said against me, his hot breath making the pleasure even more intense, his fingers kept working me, rubbing the same spot; I felt him bite the skin on my inner hip and cried out softly.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, huskily, “You look amazing, writhing on my bed.” He told me kissing the little nub again, his tongue darting out and licking it, his finger in me, making my juices flow freely and quickly. I could feel a burning starting as I clenched around his finger.

“It…feels…wonderful…”I panted, my whole body clenching, suddenly my back arched and my whole body seized. I came, shuddering and fast, moaning his name, my body raked in pleasure.

He withdrew his finger from me and took one last sip of me and crawled back up my body. He kissed me and I sighed, tasting myself on him. He gripped my hips.

“I will love you one day.” He told me and he kissed me at the same time his hard shaft plunged into me. I bit his lip as pain shot through me, tears blossomed in my eyes at the hurt of my innocence being plundered.

His body stilled and he deepened the kiss, never breaking eye contact with me. Finally when my body had relaxed around him he smiled and broke off the kiss. He sighed and a deep groan filled my ears as he began to move inside me. He slid out and pushed right back in, thrusting into me like he owned me, like I was his.

The pleasure began to build again. I met his thrusts moving my hips. My nails buried themselves in his back as again and again he pounded me into the bed. I felt him hit the end of me and cried out, pleasure and pain shooting up my spine. I bent my knees, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him further into me.

“Morganna” He moaned, jerking into me deep, filling me up. His face was buried in my neck I could feel his panting breath against my skin, his chest heaving into mine.

I stretched under him as I felt the pressure between my legs grow, I clenched around him and begged him to finish, begged for the release my body was tense with needing. But still he thrust into me, plundering my body, over and over again, his fiery shaft searing my insides.

His rhythm became erratic and my breathing became laboured.

“I’m…coming….Morganna…I’m” He grunted and thrust into me again, harder than before, causing my climax to be ripped out of me, causing me to come screaming, my body tightening around him, squeezing him as he came. He thrust in again, shuddered, his hips frantic against my pelvis. His fingers dug into my sides as I milked his orgasm as my own finished. I writhed beneath him and then was still.

His quaking stopped; he let out a breath and collapsed on top of me, kissing the side of my breast. I stroked his hair, smiling, beginning to ache a little.

“Oh beautiful, that was wonderful.” He said. He sat up, kissed me and slowly slid out. I saw the pain on his face as I winced. He closed his eyes and mouthed a few words.

Suddenly the door flew opened. I shrieked in fright and he rolled over me and lay down next to me, stilling me. “Calm little love.” He said quietly.

A woman walked in, she was blonde and shining, she held a white rag and knelt next to us. Valerian spread my legs and I looked frantic at him and he put a finger to my lips. “I told you no harm would come to you.” He said. “You are mine now.”

I was still tense and jumped a little as she began to clean me up, she put a salve in me that stopping the burning and aching. She took the now blood stained cloth and stood, bowing to Valerian. She turned and left.

“I am tired.” I said. He nodded and drew the blankets around us, I felt his warmth surround me and then…I slept.