"Do not judge me too harshly. It has been a long time since I have done anything like this. I have been waiting a long time for you," he told me. "I trust you. No judgement here," I whispered looking into his eyes. He tipped my chin up with his knuckle and caught my mouth in a slow, almost shy, kiss. I felt his hand slip under the covers and begin to roam my body, leaving a trail of soothing tingles in its wake. He left my mouth and kissed a trail of tingles down the right side of my neck. "Make your tiara visible," he told me, "once we have connected physically and emotionally, the stones will glow, along with our eyes." I opened my eyes. His crown was already showing. I made my tiara visible.

He kissed down to my breast. I moaned as he paid special attention to my nipple, licking around my areola, flicking my nipple with his tongue, then suckling it. He left my breast and kissed down my side. I fought and giggled as he reached my ribs, trying to push him away. He caught my wrist and held it down, staying in that spot. I squirmed as the tickle turned into desire. I wonder, if he kissed the bottom of my feet like that, would it turn into desire too. He kissed over to my belly button as he slipped his hand between my legs, spreading them apart. He teased and cajoled that small bundle of nerves into a pleasure center. He slipped two fingers inside of me, all of the while, still teasing that pleasure spot with his thumb. He pulled his fingers out, then pushed three fingers in partially. I heard myself whine.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, pulling them out. "Yes," I whined. "I am sorry," he apologized, "I am just trying to stretch you a little so it will not hurt as bad." "Okay." He slipped two fingers in and pushed them apart, moving them around as he slipped them in and out. And, it went from feeling uncomfortable to feeling really good. "Don't stop," I moaned. "You like that?" he asked. "Yes," I whimpered. Then he stuck that third finger in and pushed. I groaned, but he didn't back off. He started pushing in and out with that third finger. It went from painful, to just uncomfortable, to feeling okay. Then he stopped. "Why are you stopping?" I asked. "Because it is time," he answered.

He started rubbing circles around my pleasure center again, getting me ready. I moaned with pleasure. He uncovered us and positioned himself between my legs. He laid down on top of me, "Jade, look into my eyes." I opened my eyes and looked into his. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. "This is going to hurt, but it will get better. We have to finish so that my semen can heal you on the inside," he explained, "do not look away. Stay with me." "Okay," I agreed. He lifted my legs a little then I could feel him rubbing the tip of his penis on me. I felt a little bit of wetness, then I felt him right at my entrance. "Okay. Do not look away," he told me. Then I could feel him start to enter. I felt an intense pressure that quickly turned into pain. I felt a tear escape my eye. "I am so sorry," he whispered, "just bare with me." He pulled back out partially, giving me some relief, then pushed back in a little bit farther. I felt the pressure then pain again. He repeated this motion about three or four more times.

"Okay. Once more and I will be all the way in," he told me. He pulled almost all of the way out, then thrust in hard and fast. He startled me and I jumped. I felt the pressure and pain. I cried out. He waited a minute, then pulled almost all of the way out slowly, then thrust in hard and fast again. This time I just felt pressure. "Is it getting better?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. He pulled out slowly again and slowly went back in.

"Now, I am going to give you some of that extra part that I have," he told me, "It goes inside of you. It increases sexual pleasure and it makes it so that we connect on a heightened emotional level." "How?" I asked. "A part of it will come off and go in with my penis. It may be uncomfortable. Just bare with me," he answered. He pulled out. I felt a prickling sensation when he went back in. He pulled back out. I felt it stay. He went back in and stayed. "I do not know exactly how it will work for you," he explained, "In me, it connects to my pleasure spots and connects to my brain."

I felt a feeling kind of like an itch start to build deep within me. I had a yearning for him to continue. "Can you keep going?" I asked him, "It's starting to feel good." "Definitely," he answered, relieved, "would you rather me go fast or go slow?" "I don't know," I answered, "just do what feels right." He started out slow but steady. With each stroke there was less and less pain. I could feel pleasure slowly building with each movement. He lifted my legs up higher. "Wrap your legs around me," I almost didn't hear him over my own sounds coming from me. I interlocked my legs around him. He lifted himself up off of me. I was grateful for the airflow, it had become stiflingly hot. He started moving faster. I looked at his eyes. They were glowing faintly, along with the stone on his crown. I wondered if mine were glowing too. "They are," he grunted out, "look up in the mirror." It was then that I remembered the mirrors on the ceiling above the bed. I looked up to see that mine were glowing.

"I am going to roll us over so that you will be on top," he told me. "Okay," I agreed. He moved my legs back to his sides and rolled us over. "I am going to push you up into a sitting position. This enables me to go deeper. You may feel more pressure and pain. But I promise you that you will want this," he told me, "what follows is amazing." "Okay," I agreed. He put both hands on my breasts and slowly pushed me up. I started to jump up. "No," he put his hands on my hips and held me in place, "just sit still and breath for a minute." We paused momentarily then he started moving himself in an up and down motion. He stopped and started rocking my hips back and forth. The pain subsided and was replaced with more intense pleasure than before. He put his hands back on my breasts. "Now do what feels good to you," he told me, "What feels good to you, will feel good to me too." I started rocking back and forth. I began to feel that pleasure again. I was consumed with a need to chase that pleasure. I sped up my rhythm.

"Show me your eyes, Jade," he commanded. I didn't realize that they were closed. I looked at him. He was sitting up, supported by his arms, moving his body to meet mine. His eyes were glowing brighter. "Go faster, Jade." I increased my rhythm again. "I am getting ready to bite you," he warned me. "Okay," I mouthed but only heard a moan escape my lips. Right as I caught my peak of ecstasy, I heard him groan and I felt him bite into my left shoulder, right next to my neck. It felt like liquid heat running through my veins. I felt him lick the bite and relax a little. I kept rocking, still riding my wave of pleasure. I began to feel an instinct to bite. "I'm going to bite you too," I whispered. "That is fine," he encouraged me, "I want you to." I kept rocking, feeling another peak coming. I arched my back and he sat up again. Then an even harder rush hit me like a wall. I slumped forward as he kept pumping. "Right here," he pointed to a spot above his heart. I felt a shifting in my teeth and bit him right where he had indicated. I let go, licked him on instinct and hugged him tight.

He rolled us over to where he was on top again. He started pumping harder and faster. He was bringing me to yet another peak. Right as I reached it, I felt him stiffen and fill me with semen. He continued for a minute then stopped and collapsed down onto me. He kissed me on the forehead, both eyes, my mouth then rolled over off of me. We both just laid panting, drenched in sweat. He took hold of my hand, "I will not let you float away." He answered before I voiced the thought.

After some time had passed, he asked, "How do you feel?" "Exhausted and sore," I answered, "but, amazing." I saw relief wash over him. "Why do you look so relieved?" I asked, smiling. "I was afraid that I would ruin it," he answered, "that you would not like it." "Why wouldn't I like it?" I asked. "Some women are unable to reach orgasm. They do not like it," he answered, "sometimes men do not know what they are doing and sometimes the women are too uptight." "Oh," I said, "I thought it was wonderful." "Thank you," he responded, "are you hurting bad?" "I'm sore all over," I answered. "Would you like to soak in a hot bath with me?" he suggested. "That sounds great," I agreed. "I will go start the water," he said, getting up. He went in the bathroom. I could hear the water turn on then he came back. I attempted to sit up and fell back onto the bed. I was so sore all over. "I will carry you," he picked me up, like I weigh nothing, and carried me into the bathroom. He carried me into the bathtub and lowered me down. The warm water felt wonderful. He sat down behind me and had me lean back against him, "just relax. Then I will wash you."

"This really helps," I told him, closing my eyes, "Why do I hurt so bad?" I asked him. "Probably the bite," he answered, "The mark is still processing. You should feel better tomorrow." "How come you're not hurting? I bit you too," I asked. "Your mark is small," he answered, "it is already done." "It is? Can I see it?" He moved to sit beside me. I looked at the small mark. It was a small red rose with a little bit of vine. I could see Jade and Octavia written really small and hidden in the vine. I felt of it. It was smooth. "What happened to the bite?" I whispered. "It disappeared when the mark was finished," he answered. I felt of mine. It was still a bite mark and sore to the touch. "It will go when your mark is finished," he reassured me.

"Can I wash your hair?" he asked. I nodded my head yes. He slowly lowered me back into the water and ran his fingers through my hair. He sat me back up and worked the shampoo in, massaging my scalp. He lowered me to rinse it, then repeated the process with conditioner. Then he washed me thoroughly with soap, massaging my aching muscles. He leaned me up against the side of the tub to rest while he washed himself. "Are you ready to get out?" he asked when he was done. "Yes," I answered. He stood up, then reached down to pick me up. He climbed the stairs and carried me to the closet. I stood and leaned against the wall while he put his robe on and wrapped his hair up in a towel. He helped me put a robe on, grabbed a towel for my hair and picked me up. He sat me on the vanity and rubbed my hair with the towel until it stopped dripping. He brushed my hair, then carried me too the bedroom and sat me in the plush chair in the corner.

"Just wait here while I change the bedding," he told me. "Okay," again, I was surprised that he would change his own bedding. He smiled and got a clean sheet set out of the closet. I was also surprised at how fast he was. In just a few minutes he had us both comfortably back in bed with the lights out. I put my head on his chest and laid halfway on him. Within minutes I was asleep.