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Finzar

I pull Loelle closer,my hands roaming over her body, needing to feel every inch of her. We stumble toward the bed, the old springs protesting under our weight. Her touch sets my skin ablaze, the heat rages through me. I kiss down her neck, my fangs grazing her collarbone, and she gasps, arching into me, her hips grinding against mine.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. I want to taste every inch of her, burn her into my memory. My tongue traces the curve of her ear, and she shudders. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

She kisses me hungrily, her nails digging into my back. I can see in her eyes fire and desire that matches my own, and I know that this night will be unlike anything I have ever experienced. My hands explore her body, my fingers tracing the curves and valleys of her form. I revel in the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

I trail kisses down her body, exploring the curve of her breasts, the dip of her navel. Beautiful female features I have admired but never touched so intimately. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of her skin. Loelle moans, her back arching off the bed. I continue my exploration, my hands gripping her hips as I kiss lower, lower, until I find wetness between her thighs. I taste her, and she moans, her body trembling beneath me.

I can’t get enough of her, the feel of her, the taste. She’s intoxicating, and I know, no matter what happens tomorrow, I will never forget this night. But I have a secret, one that I’ve never spoken aloud before.

“I have a confession, little flame, this is my… first time.” The words are low and rough with need, and I see the surprise in her eyes.

“First time? You mean…”

“Yes, I’ve never done this before. No one has ever come close. Until you.”

She looks at me for a moment, the truth in my words. “Well then, we better make it good.”

Loelle takes my length in her hand, stroking me slowly, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m hard and thick, my blue cock pulsing with need, and my knot eager to take her. I wonder what it will feel like to have it inside her, to claim her in the most primal way possible.

“I want to taste you, Finzar,” she says, licking her lips as she looks up at me. She bends down, taking me into her mouth, and I groan, my head falling back in ecstasy. Never could I imagine such glorious sensations, so used to only pain. Surely this can’t get any better? Her tongue swirls around my tip, teasing the sensitive skin. I can’t help but thrust into her mouth, the pleasure almost overwhelming me.

She works me expertly, her hands and mouth driving me wild. But I don’t want my first time to simply be caving into my ownrelease. I want to pleasure her, to bring her the same euphoria she’s bringing me.

“My turn,” I growl, gently pulling her up and carefully laying her on the bed. A wicked idea crosses my mind. Once I tortured for pain, but for Loelle, I will torture for her pleasure. Carefully, I take a piece of cloth and tie her hands to the headboard tightly.

Loelle’s eyes widen, but there’s no fear in them, only excitement and anticipation. She bites her lower lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches me with a hungry gaze.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirk, leaning over her and tracing a finger along her jawline. “Whatever I want,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. “And right now, I want to make you feel good.” Then I lean over her, kissing her hungrily, my hands exploring her body.

She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the knot on my cock for a moment before meeting mine again. “Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Finzar.”

I smirk, my eyes drinking her in. “Patience, little flame. Pain and pleasure must be stoked and nurtured until the time is right.”

I start by tracing her skin with my fingertips, trailing them along her collarbone, down her breasts, across her stomach. She trembles beneath me, her body aching for more. I can see goosebumps rising on her skin, and it sends a thrill through me.

“Tell me what you want, little flame,” I murmur against her skin. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

Loelle whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. “I want… I want you to touch me,” she says, her voice shaking with desire. “I want to feel your hands on me, your mouth on me…”

I grin, my fingers finding her wetness and circling her clit. “Like this?” I ask, my voice low and teasing.

She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, giving an answer before she can even speak. “Yes… yes, just like that,” she moans, her head falling back against the pillow.

I continue to tease her, my fingers working their magic as I kiss and suck on her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She writhes beneath me; her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Then I spread her legs wide, and I can see her slick arousal glistening in the dim light. I can’t help myself. I run my tongue along her entrance. Her taste is sweeter than anything I could have imagined, and it takes all my willpower not to devour her whole.

I pull back, my eyes meeting hers. “I want to hear you beg for it, Loelle,” I say, my voice rough with need.

“Finzar, please…” she begs, her body trembling on the brink of release.

But I’m determined to take my time. So I tease her. Circling her clit with my tongue, drawing out her pleasure. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking wildly. I slip a finger inside of her, then another, and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed. Her eager wetness is a unique marvel, one that belongs to me.

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