As far back as he could remember, his world has been nothing but this room, cold, hard stone. But she was soft and warm and unlike anything he's ever come into contact with. He could very easily amuse himself with fascinated touches all day. But there was a task to be done, and the priestesses told him not to tarry too long. Though he did not understand the idea of fear, they told him his bride might have it, and the sooner he could allay such a thing, the better.
A tendril around her leg pulled itself free from her thigh and he chose it to begin the more intimate ritual. Now that her robe was off, she better resembled the diagrams they'd schooled him with. Between her thighs, he recognized the anatomy of a human woman, as they'd showed him, and he recalled what he was meant to do.
The tendril was slow and tentative as it settled against her pubic mound, as they warned him it was a sensitive place. He must be even more delicate with her here. With a few wriggles, he felt out the lay of things, the entrance to her body. Gently, gently, gently. He thinned the tendril a bit and as carefully as a virginal man might test a finger, he pressed only an inch or so inside her.
Such warmth. Such softness. He could already feel the energy within her, stirred up by the ritual thus far. In joining with her, her holy transformation into the Vessel would be complete, and he could begin his own transformation. He moved slowly, pressing a little deeper inside before sliding back out again, his immense strength held back to little more than a thread as he eased her into the claiming.
should be back to a more consistent schedule here now!
A tendril around her leg pulled itself free from her thigh and he chose it to begin the more intimate ritual. Now that her robe was off, she better resembled the diagrams they'd schooled him with. Between her thighs, he recognized the anatomy of a human woman, as they'd showed him, and he recalled what he was meant to do.
The tendril was slow and tentative as it settled against her pubic mound, as they warned him it was a sensitive place. He must be even more delicate with her here. With a few wriggles, he felt out the lay of things, the entrance to her body. Gently, gently, gently. He thinned the tendril a bit and as carefully as a virginal man might test a finger, he pressed only an inch or so inside her.
Such warmth. Such softness. He could already feel the energy within her, stirred up by the ritual thus far. In joining with her, her holy transformation into the Vessel would be complete, and he could begin his own transformation. He moved slowly, pressing a little deeper inside before sliding back out again, his immense strength held back to little more than a thread as he eased her into the claiming.