Chapter 71: Alone time*

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Alone time*

Thanks SinEater for the golden ticket.

Ore’s lips were still pressed to his when the last of her defenses finally crumbled as they fell into her bed.

The soft glow of the hanging oil lamps painted the room in warm gold. Outside the tall windows the garden lay quiet. The sounds of illebi had ended long ago. Only the distant hush of the pond remained. She sat half on his lap, lush black hair still damp from the bath after training.

Tolu’s hand rested at the small of her back, steady and warm. Every time his fingers shifted even slightly, a fresh shiver raced up her spine.

She had asked for one more, a confirmation. He had given it without words.

When he deepened the kiss, Ore made a tiny sound against his mouth. Her dark ears burned.

She should have been frightened.

Instead, happiness flooded her until her eyes stung.

Tolu drew back just enough to look at her. His dark eyes were calm, but the heat behind them was unmistakable.

" You okay?"

Ore’s voice came out soft and

shaky. " Oh please, you should know that little kiss can’t shake me."

He smiled, the same quiet smile that always made her feel comfortable.

He went in for another kiss and claimed her mouth as if he already owned the right.

Happiness flooded her mind till it stung.

Tolu’s hand wandered from her neck lower till he reached her breasts groping slightly. He’s shocked to find out she isn’t wearing any undergarments.

He takes the opportunity to locate her nipple and pinched it through her cloth. She trembles slightly in pleasure.

Tolu’s eyes grew wide as he smiles. "Sensitive here?" She could only nod, cheeks flaming. To embarrassed to look him in the face.

He kissed her again, slower this time. tasting her carefully. His other hand slid down her side, fingers spreading over the soft curve of her waist beneath the clothe. Ore’s breath hitched as his hands moved towards her nether region.

Tolu’s first palm cupped the underside of one breast through the thin cloth. Elowen’s back arched on instinct. A soft, helpless sound left her throat. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing across the peak that had already tightened. Heat pooled low in her belly so fast it almost hurt.

"Tolu..." she whispered against his lips.

"I’m here." His voice was low, steady. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

She shook her head, black hair spilling across his shoulder. "Don’t stop. Please... don’t stop."

He rose with her still in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Ore’s arms locked around his neck. The towel slipped. Cool air kissed her bare skin for a heartbeat before he laid her down on the wide bed. Soft sheets welcomed her back. She watched, breathless, as he pulled his shirt over his head. Broad shoulders, defined muscle, the quiet strength that no other man in this city possessed. Her mouth went dry.

When he removed the rest of his clothes. Ore’s eyes widened.

She had seen illustrations. She had heard of what it does and how it looks. Nothing prepared her for the reality of him. Thick, heavy, already fully hard, the flushed head glistening. It looked almost aggressive in its size, far beyond what any of the soft, pampered men of this world could ever offer.

A flicker of instinctive fear slid through her but it was quickly overwhelmed by anticipation. She would finally be one with her lover.

Tolu braced himself above her, one knee between her thighs. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the line of her jaw, then the sensitive tip of her ear again. Ore trembled.

When his lips closed over one nipple, she cried out softly. The wet heat of his mouth. the gentle scrape of teeth, the way his tongue circled-every sensation was new and overwhelming.

Her hand flew to his hair, not to push him

but to hold him closer. He took his time. He mapped her body with lips and tongue and careful hands until she was writhing, soft hair tangled across the pillows, soft gasps turning into broken little moans.

When his fingers finally slid between her legs, he found her already slick and swollen.

"Ore," he murmured against her collarbone. "you’re soaked."

She turned her face into the pillow. mortified. "I... I can’t help it. When you

touch me like this..."

He stroked her slowly, two fingers gliding through her folds, circling the gliding through her folds, circling the sensitive bud that made her hips jerk. "I like it."

The honesty in his voice melted the last of her shame. She opened her legs wider for him, offering everything. Tolu watched her face as he pressed one finger inside. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, already fluttering hard. He added a second, stretching her carefully. Ore’s breath came in short, desperate pants. The fullness was only a fraction of what was coming, yet already her body felt too tight, too sensitive.

He withdrew his fingers, slick and shining, and positioned himself between her thighs. The broad head of his cock nudged against her entrance. Ore’s eyes flew open. She stared up at him, emerald gaze wide with a mixture of terror and aching need.

"Tolu... it’s too big. I don’t think—"

I thought you’re so strong it can’t make you shaky." His voice was rough

now as he replied, but still gentle. "Look at me, I’ll be gentle."

She did. She kept her eyes locked on his as he began to push forward.

The stretch was immediate and shocking. Thick, hot, relentless. Her body tried to resist even as it opened for him. Ore’s fingers dug into his shoulders. A broken sound tore from her throat. He was only halfway inside and already she felt filled beyond anything she had prepared for.

Then he gave one final, steady thrust and buried himself to the hilt.

The moment the full length of him seated inside her. Ore’s world shattered.

Pleasure detonated without warning. Her back arched clean off the bed. A high, startled cry ripped from her lips as her walls clamped down in violent. rhythmic spasms. Wetness flooded around his cock. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. She came so hard her vision whited out, body convulsing feeling helpless waves of pleasure.

Tolu froze above her, eyes wide with genuine surprise.

"Ore-?"

She couldn’t answer. She could only cling to him, riding out the unexpected climax that seemed to go on and on. Tears of pure overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes. When the peak finally began to ease, she collapsed back against the sheets. chest heaving, wet eyes dazed.

"I... I didn’t mean to..... Scare you.." Her voice was a wrecked whisper. "It just... the second you were all the way

in..."

Tolu looked down at her with

something close to awe. "You’re that sensitive?"

Ore ’s face burned hotter than ever. She was a virgin. She doesn’t exactly have experience in this kind of things.

Her body had betrayed her strong face persona and climaxed on pure penetration alone.

And it had felt so good she thought she

might die from it.

"You’re... bigger than anything I ever imagined," she managed, still trembling around him. "And it feels... it feels too good. I couldn’t stop it. Never thought you had this on you literally."

Tolu’s expression softened, but the heat in his eyes only deepened. He brushed damp silver hair from her forehead and kissed her gently. "Then we keep going. Tell me if it’s too much."

He began to move.

The first slow withdrawal dragged against every sensitive nerve.

The second thrust sank deep again. Ore’s mouth fell open on a silent scream. After only a handful of careful strokes her body seized once more. A second orgasm crashed

through her even harder than the first.

She sobbed his name, nails scaring his back as her inner walls milked him in frantic pulses.

Tolu’s breath left him in a harsh

exhale. "Fuck... Ore." He did not stop.

His strength was nothing like the fragile men of this world.

Tolu simply adjusted his grip on her hips and drove into her with steady, powerful rhythm. Each thrust was deep, controlled, and relentless. The wet sound of their

bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Ore’s moans turned continuous, broken, almost incoherent. Pleasure kept building with nowhere to go. Her third climax ripped through her after less than a minute of actual thrusting. Then a fourth followed almost immediately, overlapping until she

could no longer tell where one ended and the next began.

The room soon fell quiet, the intensity of the night giving way to a soft, comfortable stillness.

Neither of them felt the need to say much; they simply stayed close, wrapped in each other’s warmth. Ore rested against Tolu’s chest, his arm loosely around her as their breathing gradually slowed. The exhaustion of the day—and the lingering warmth between them—pulled them both toward sleep. Before long, they drifted off together, comfortably tangled in each other’s arms.