Chapter 640: He Had To Condition Her

Veylara shook her head, a trace of old sorrow dampening her voice. "My mother died of the winter lung rot when I was barely seven winters old. And my father... my father only cared for warriors. He saw my strength and only used me as a weapon, a spear to throw at rival borders.

We barely spoke unless blood was involved. When my blood first came, the village healers simply handed me clean moss and told me to focus on my spear forms."

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place with absolute clarity.

Sol looked down at the stunning, mature woman sitting naked in his lap, her soft heavy breasts pressed to his arm, her strong back against his chest, one of her hands still loosely wrapped around his throbbing cock and his own hand still cupping the slightly bushy, extremely enticing heat of her pussy.

She was a mother. She was a sovereign who commanded hundreds of warriors and ruled the Veynar. Yet, in the most primal, intimate sense of the word... she was a complete virgin.

Her only knowledge of sex had been a purely reproductive, almost medical procedure performed with her own fingers.

Combined with her unyielding pride, her monstrous strength, and her absolute refusal to submit to the weak men around her had kept her completely untouched.

In a harsh, primitive world where sex was treated merely as a tool for breeding or a reward for conquering brutes, Veylara had elevated herself so high that no man had ever dared approach her as a woman.

it made perfect sense that nobody ever dared to teach her anything in this, especially after she had a child.

An intense bout of heat flared deep in Sol’s gut.

The thought of taking this proud, untouchable warlord... a woman who had preserved her purity out of sheer, unbending supremacy... was intoxicating beyond measure.

The contrast of her mature, ripe body, her supreme status, and her complete sexual ignorance sent a jolt of raw desire straight to his groin.

The fact that she was allowing *him* this close, that she had kissed him with such fierce intensity, that she was still sitting on his lap with his hand between her legs instead of breaking every bone in his body... that was a question worth serious later consideration.

But not right now.

All that mattered was that the sovereign was sitting in his lap, trembling under his touch.

Sol’s arm tightened around her stomach, as he pulled her firmly against his rigid, throbbing cock, keeping her locked against his chest, while his other hand continued its unhurried education between her thighs.

"Well, Veylara," Sol rasped, his voice dripping with dark, sensual hunger as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, "it looks like your education is about ten winters overdue."

Veylara shivered violently, her breath catching as his hand stroked between her thighs. "Sol... what are you—"

"Shhhh!" Sol hushed her softly, his tone leaving no argument.

His hand between her legs pressed a little more firmly, middle finger settling along the soft crack of her pussy and stroking slowly through the plump outer lips, spreading the heat he found there.

Even though every instinct in Sol’s body screamed at him to lift her hips, align the thick head of his cock with that soft, slightly bushy entrance, and drive himself all the way into the wet pussy.

But reason held his reins tight and he forced the urge down.

This was her first time.

Not in the technical, reproductive sense she had managed years ago with her own fingers and a dead warrior’s seed.. but in every way that actually mattered.

No man had ever been inside her. No one had ever stretched her open, filled her, fucked her.

If he rushed, if he treated her like any other willing body and simply took what he wanted, her pride would rise like a blade and would only trigger her warrior instincts, turning what should be total surrender into a lethal clash of wills.

And once that pride fully engaged, even his Layer 3 Peak body might not be enough to keep the Warchief of the Veynar from ending the night on her own terms. And a resisting Layer 4 was not something even he wanted to test in the middle of a moonlit pond.

He had to condition her.

Properly.

Patiently.

Until the unfamiliar pleasure outweighed the unfamiliar vulnerability.

Sol adjusted his hold, as one arm gripped around her tummy, keeping her bare back locked firmly against his chest, so she remained seated deep on his lap, and pressed his middle finger more deliberately along the soft lips of her pussy.

He rubbed his middle finger slowly back and forth along the plump outer lips first, spreading the natural warmth he found there, letting her feel the deliberate pressure without yet invading.

Veylara’s breathing had already slowly changed.

He swiftly found the entrance... which was incredibly tight, hot, already slick despite the cold water surrounding them.

Then he pressed inward.

The plump outer lips parted easily under the slow pressure, without further warning, his middle finger sank into her in one smooth, steady push... parting the soft, slightly bushy outer lips and sliding deep into the tight, untouched heat beyond.

Veylara’s entire body stiffened.

A small, startled moan tore from her throat before she could stop it.

Her hot and wet inner walls clenched hard around the sudden intrusion, far tighter than he had expected even for a virgin.

The heat inside her pussy was startling; "warm" was too mild a word. She was hot, a vivid, living contrast to the cold mountain spring, and the silky grip of her pussy fluttered extensively around his finger as if trying to decide whether to reject the unfamiliar presence or pull it deeper.

Sol did not move the finger right away.

He simply kept it buried to the knuckle inside her, letting her feel the fullness, letting the tight heat of her virgin pussy adjust to the presence of even this much.

The soft dark curls of her mound brushed the back of his hand.

The plump outer lips remained parted around his finger. Inside, she was searing and slick, exactly the kind of natural wetness that made his cock throb violently against her back with the need to replace his finger with something far thicker and harder.