Page 7 of Veiled

“Hudson…”

“No, this is me taking control. I know what I want, and I know you want me to, you said as much. So, let’s enjoy it and not think about it.” I kneeled down on the bed next to him and brought my lips to his. He groaned and wrapped his hands around my hips, right after he quickly took off his tank top and pulled off his pants. Thank God the light from the TV was still on, because holy fuck, he was perfect in every way. He got on his knees too and pulled me in flush against his body, one hand tipping my head to grab my lips, the other grabbing my ample behind.

“Are you sure, Hudson?” he said raggedly.

“Zane, shut the fuck up and just fuck me. Show me what I’ve been missing.” He growled against my lips and laid me down on the bed and started to kiss a path down my breasts, sucking on each of my nipples and teasing them while I moaned at all the new sensations I was feeling. He licked a trail down my toned abs before reaching my bare pussy and opened my legs. Without pausing, he started to lick and suck, swirling his tongue over my clit and I bucked my hips completely lost to this.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh damn.”

He growled his approval against my clit. “You taste like fucking honey. Look at me, Hudson. I want you to watch me while I taste you for the first time. The only man to ever take you and savor you.” I moaned at his words and looked down while he licked from bottom to top, dipping his tongue inside of me before reaching my clit and sucking it between his lips, and flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Zane, fuck.” Then my hands flew to his head as I came with a loud moan grinding myself on his face like a hussy. He groaned and kept going. I tried to push his hands away and he snatched my hands and pinned them to the side while he settled himself closer and ignored my pleas, another orgasm building. Fuck, it was too much. I closed my thighs around his head and the licking and sucking from that position just intensified the oncoming orgasm and I screamed his name as I came again, my body shaking. He finally stopped and he grabbed my head roughly and kissed me, I groaned as I tasted myself on his lips.

“Don’t ever fucking tell me to stop eating that pussy again. Make no mistake, Hudson, it’s mine, you’re mine and they damn sure always will be.” I don’t even know what I responded, nothing was making sense, my body felt like I was floating. He leaned over me and kissed me softly. “Look at me, Hudson. I want you to watch me. That hasn’t changed. I want you to watch while I take this virgin pussy for the first time. I want you to watch while I make you cum with my dick inside you for the first time. I want you to look into my eyes and never look away, do you understand?”

I nodded. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed lightly, I moaned. “I want your words, Hudson. Your words.”

“Yes, Zane,” I moaned again. I looked down and saw how big he was, and my eyes widened. How the fuck was he going to fit?

“Look at me, Hudson. Don’t worry, it may hurt a little at first, but you’ll be fine. Don’t look down. Just look at me.” He ran the tip of his dick from my clit down to my pussy a few times making me moan from the anticipation. He positioned himself and started to work himself in slowly, my breath hitched but I did as promised and looked in his eyes. He looked at me with such intensity, I didn’t know what to feel. What did that look mean?

I lost all thought as he filled me with one thrust, and I gasped. Holy fuck, that hurt. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he said softly, and he leaned over and kissed me, reaching one hand between us to play with my clit. He didn’t move inside of me, his strain visible but he continued to focus on me, kissing my lips, my neck, teasing my nipples. I felt another orgasm building and I didn’t feel the pain anymore, just an overwhelming need to have him move inside of me.

“Please…” I whispered. He smiled at me and started to move, still playing with me and that building orgasm hit me, and I came and clenched around him.

“Fuck, Hudson. You’re so fucking tight,” he choked out and rolled his hips like he was dancing with me instead of pumping me like in those corny videos. I didn’t expect this, he moved so sensually, it was as if he was playing my body like an instrument. His hips flexed and he moaned, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Fuck, Hudson, you feel so damn perfect. You’re fucking perfect for me, baby. Every fucking inch of you is fucking perfect. You’ve always been mine; you just didn't know it yet.”

I moaned his name. “Zane, please…” I don’t know what I was asking for, but he cursed and started to move his hips faster. I gripped his back and drew my nails down, the eye contact never wavered. At the feel of my nails, his face turned almost feral and he leaned down and bit my neck. I felt my eyes roll back and choked back a scream as I came and clenched harder than before. He swore and came, pounding into me. A few minutes later, he pulled out of me and laid down next to me, pulling me towards him, kissing me gently.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“How do you feel?” Zane chuckled.

“Amazing. That was incredible. It was perfect. Can we do it again?” I asked and he laughed and kissed me.

He caressed my face and looked at me. “You’re perfect, Hudson, never doubt that. You are everything anyone could ever want. Everything I want.” I gasped as he brought me closer to him and kissed my neck and moaned, and I felt him getting hard again.

“Fuck, we didn’t use a condom,” he groaned.

“I’ve been on birth control since I was 14, we are fine.” I had to regulate my irregular periods and severe cramps and was put on them shortly after starting my first few periods. Also, magic users didn’t get STD's. It was definitely a perk for the sexual overachievers out there.

“Let’s go clean up.” He got out of the bed and picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, I laughed.

That night, he fucked me in the shower, on the bathroom counter from behind, making me watch while he pounded into me, then twice more on my bed. It was incredible and I was so happy, my heart and pussy full. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, no note. Over the next couple of days, between crying myself to sleep and training, my hair started to turn white, like snow. The doctors couldn't explain it and Father said it was just premature hair changing. Except that was for grey hair and not white. X followed me home from the Zoo shortly after, during my pitiful attempts to cheer myself up.

Kalen looked at me with shock, his gaze filled with worry when he saw my hair and Xena. From that point forward he trained me harder than ever before, as if the hair and my lion were personally offensive to him. He wouldn’t explain why, but I took it all in and trained with an animalistic ferocity until I felt like I was superhuman. Kalen even made X train and learn how to attack, pounce, and fight with me and my rhythms. Every day, I got stronger, smarter, faster and knocked Kalen on his ass more times than ever before. I was full of anger, resentment, and confusion, and I took it out on every training session and every training battle for school. No one wanted to spar with me anymore, magically or physically. And still, even though I grew up after that night, I didn’t know if I loved him or hated him for giving me the best night of my life and then disappearing. I cried until I was empty but instead, I filled it with violence and power. If I ever saw him again, the first thing I was going to fucking do was nut punch him.

Lost in my head, after about thirteen hours I called it a day and drove into a hotel for the night. I threw a shielding spell over X to get through the lobby and when we finally got into the room, I stripped off my clothes and took a warm shower, groaning as the heat worked my sore tight muscles from sitting for so many freaking hours. X jumped into the shower after me, weird ass mountain lion, before jumping out and shaking herself everywhere. I shook my head, silly ass cat.

I sighed and settled in, groaning as my body relaxed,getting out to fill up the gas tank and load up on coffee totally did not count as relief. I had already thrown away the clothes I had on, the last of the frumpy shit I would ever wear for a while, set my alarm for just a few hours, and died, X curled next to me, on top of the sheets.

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I growledas the stupid alarm went off then laughed when X bit it in half, and I dragged my ass into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a cold shower to wake myself the fuck up. What I needed was some fucking coffee. Cold showers suck, but fuck, it would be okay with instant coffee. I brushed my hair, not that it ever did anything spectacular after I blew it out. When it was wet and curly, it was a different matter. Thank God, I didn’t have to deal with that this morning. I remembered that I didn’t have to put on a shitty outfit, and I squealed as I ran to just one of the suitcases I brought up and put on a matching set of underwear that weren’t white granny panties and a glorious pair of tight jeans that hugged my ass, hips, and thighs. Holy wow, this was amazing, I felt so powerful and I was still half naked! I quickly tugged on a white low cut halter crop top that tied around my back and then again at the bottom across my back. My sheer black bra was on display but with my long hair hanging, it wasn’t visible. Hmm, on second thought, I took off the bra and just used magic instead of underwire to alleviate the extra strain. They were perky enough but no point in pretending that they still don’t need extra help to save my back. My back was completely exposed, revealing my full back tattoo of a lion, mandala style, in black, then from my lower back to the crack of my ass, were the words ‘never give in to weakness’. I got it after that Christmas. It also tied into the fact that being surrounded by elitists was exhausting and giving in to the whims of pretentious assholes for their benefit and powers was a weakness. Fighting against the consistent stifling atmosphere was just a few forms of rebellion really, until now. I threw on a pair of cute pumps instead of my normal combat boots to give myself another confidence boost, made my way out of the room, and checked out, and got ready for the last part of my trip.

“X, how does it look?” She looked at me and walked around and roared her approval.

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