Vulcan's Woman (8 page)

She knew that much, having witnessed her brother Shale take
an unintentional kick from Boar while they’d wrestled. She hadn’t known what
they were called at the time but believed he referred to them as
smashed
nuts
before he fell to the ground and nearly cried. The Barbarian’s
vocabulary was certainly beyond hers. It appeared the tribe was more advanced
not only in weaponry but in other aspects as well.

“They can offer as much pain,” Vulcan continued, removing
her hand from his body and raising it to his lips where he kissed the back
side, “as they can pleasure. But,” he said, leaning forward and rubbing the tip
of his nose against hers, “I don’t want to discuss me. Tonight belongs to you.”

He lay down beside her, his organ pressing into her thigh. A
hauntingly impressive length of flesh. She only hoped its size misled her
fears. If mating hurt too terribly, why did her mom continuously steal privacy
to be alone with Wisteria’s father? Nor did she ever cry in pain from the
forest where they were rutting, or, as Vulcan called it,
making love
.

Wisteria held her breath when Vulcan draped a leg over her
knees and rose onto his elbow. With a gentle sweep he rolled her bottom lip
with his thumb. Then he leaned over and nibbled it between his teeth,
saturating her cheeks with his warm, sweet breath. With a smile that calmed her
somewhat, he placed a trail of kisses from her chin, down her throat then back
to her mouth where he claimed her with such urgency her heart stalled.

He slid his hand into the hair above her ear and held her
gently. “I won’t hurt you, Wisteria. Whenever you want me to stop, I will.”

Laying her hand on his and giving it a reassuring squeeze,
she nodded. Though if things got to that point she didn’t know if she could
stop him or not. She’d already battered his pride once tonight. Adding a second
insult could be a devastating blow. But right now she wanted this. She had for
days. She wouldn’t have acted on her urges if she hadn’t.

The grip in her hair tightened and within a matter of
seconds he pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth in
an exploratory endeavor. He maneuvered it slowly at first, tasting every
crevice. Then he twirled it around hers, urging her to mimic the sleek actions.
Which she did without a thought. It was a very personal act, more intimate than
at the lake because now she lay partially naked beside his strong body. Her
breathing increased and she tightened her grip on his hand, pressing his
fingers against her head.

She barely breathed at all when he released his hand and
roamed it down her throat, her collarbone, coming to rest over her breast.
Tingles spiraled from her nipple to her tummy and a gush of wetness drenched
her female area.

“I’m going to suck your nipples, Wisteria,” he said, leaning
forward to give each a soft kiss. “Then I’m going to,” he paused to glide his
fingers between her thighs.

Not that! Anything but that! If he touched her
there
he’d
know her body was leaking. She tried pulling her legs together but he wedged
his knee between them, holding them open.

“Don’t be afraid. Any place I touch you is completely
natural.”

Natural!
Maybe so but the liquid dripping in such an
excessive amount from her body wasn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut and draped an
arm over her closed lids, groaning in humiliation.

“Look at me,” he urged while spreading her legs farther
apart.

Reluctantly her eyes fluttered open.

“I want to watch your expression when I tease,” he said,
sliding his fingertip beneath her garment and separating her folds where he
found and gently circled the sensitive nub, “your clitoris.”

She gasped and slightly jutted her hips. The feeling was
intense. More intense than when she’d fondled it herself. A lot more. And a lot
more moisture flowed from her body. And she really wanted the ground to open up
and swallow her right now.

“You’re already wet for me. You must really want this.”

Wet for me
.
It was normal? All the gooey
wetness was really
normal
? How could a man understand her body better
than she could?

She didn’t want to know. He’d surely been with women before
but oddly the thought of him touching them like this,
their clitoris
,
soured her tummy. “I told you,” her breath snagged from the pleasure of his
finger, “I do.”

He leaned forward, removed her arm from her head and patted
his lips against her mouth. “It’ll make penetration into your vagina easier.”
He returned his gaze to her eyes and gave her overly sensitive clitoris a
tender squeeze.

Ahhh!
Her bottom rolled upward and her neck arched
but, try as she might, she refused to break their visual connection. He
appeared to be searching her thoughts. Perhaps for reluctance. Or any sign
indicating she’d change her mind.

“Are you aware the first time hurts?” he asked, removing his
hand from the center of her thighs. He glided his finger in tiny circles along
her tummy, leaving a trail of moisture.

Just the first time? How could a cock that size hurt for the
first time only? Was it because it’d permanently stretch her
vagina
to
prevent pain during future encounters
?
“Yes,” she whispered. Why’d he
even mention it? To appease her naivety? Warn her of the severity? She had so
much to learn about being a woman. Why hadn’t her mom explained any of this?
Hopefully she wouldn’t neglect explaining these things to Ivy as well. “I’m
aware.” But only because common sense led her to believe it.

“Ack,”
accompanied a light, fluttering sound.

She turned her head and saw the bird monster standing in the
center of the hide, flapping his wings.
Not now, Birmon!
Despite his
horrible timing, she giggled as he began waddling toward her and Vulcan. “We’ve
got company.”

Vulcan glanced over his shoulder. He grinned and shook his
head while he took a stance. “I’m going to teach the little guy right now that
you’re mine, and at certain times I’m not willing to share.”

Smiling, Wisteria rolled onto her side and watched as he
picked Birmon up with both hands, held him in front of his face and stared into
Birmon’s beady eyes. Birmon didn’t even flinch. “You, little guy, have a few
things to learn.” Vulcan turned him to face Wisteria. “Mine,” he said then
returned him eye to eye. “And when I’m trying to make love to her, you stay put
or I’ll toss you outside.”

“Ack.”

Wisteria laughed. “I think he’s talking back.”

“Apparently he is.” Vulcan carried Birmon back to the fur
and set him down. “Stay here and behave yourself.” He built a wall of hides
around the creature to keep him enclosed then walked to the corner of the hut
and removed something that he folded into his fist from the inside of a crate.

When he gazed at Wisteria, his facial expression turned
serious. His hair hung freely over his shoulders and his eyelids were narrowed,
partially concealing his mystic eyes. As he approached he unfastened his loincloth.
With a tug that completely removed it, he tossed it on the ground near her
feet. His cock sprang forward and slightly bounced.

She gulped while glancing from the huge organ to his eyes.
No way was
that
going to fit inside her without tearing her to pieces.
It looked bigger than what she’d felt hidden inside the fur.
Mercy
.
No
way will it fit.

Again she gulped. Her tummy did a nervous flip but despite
fearing the damage his shaft may cause, she felt an exciting thrill race up her
spine. She suddenly wanted to reach up and touch his organ. She wouldn’t dare.
But she wanted to.

“Don’t look so afraid, Wisteria. Do you wish to change your
mind?”

Yes
.
She shook her head because she currently
could not speak for fear of doing exactly that.

He opened his hand, exposing a small, shiny package.

How strange. She eyed it curiously. “What is that?”

He grinned, removing it with his thumb and finger. “It’s a
condom.”

“What do you do with it?” Her eyebrows scrunched.

“It’s intended to prevent disease, but in our case, to
prevent my seed from impregnating you.”

Her gaze shot to his eyes. He didn’t want her to have his
babies? Her people mated just for that reason, so his comment slightly insulted
her. “How does… Where did it come from?” she asked, glancing at the thin
package.

“I’ll explain later. We’ll take this one step at a time,” he
stated while raising the package to his mouth. With a yank he tore it open with
his teeth and removed a strange-looking thing.

Her breath caught as he lowered it to his penis and placed
it over the tip. She felt his eyes on her but she couldn’t release her gaze
from his thick cock as he rolled the
condom
along its entire length with
his hand. Watching him touch himself was nearly as naughty as when she’d
touched herself. But it enthralled her, and her tummy shuddered in excitement.

Agilely he lowered himself to the ground and repositioned
her on her back. After he’d spread her legs he knelt in between her thighs, his
cock pointing at her clothed vagina as if homing in on its target. While
locking gazes, he slipped his fingers in the waist of her garment and lowered
it over her hips. She lifted her bottom off the ground to ease the struggle but
the garment wouldn’t move past the crease in her thighs. His gaze also lowered
and he examined her as if it were the first time he’d seen a woman’s private
flesh. But she knew that wasn’t the case. He’d named each part and was too
skilled in his finger technique to prove otherwise.

He inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath through his
nostrils. Despite her legs lying flat on the ground, they trembled. He scooted
backward, maneuvering her legs closed enough to remove the garment, gliding his
fingers softly over her knees, calves, ankles and then feet.

“That’s a beautiful piece of jewelry,” he said, running his
finger across the stones. “Did you make it?”

“Yes. And one for my sister. They keep us joined together.”
She felt so overexposed she wished she had wings like Birmon to cover her head.
The only person who’d ever seen her completely nude was her mom, and that being
when Wisteria was a little girl. This exposure was nearly her undoing. But
Vulcan must have realized it because he lay on top of her, using his body as a
blanket, stretching his lower half between her thighs. “I’ll be gentle,” he crooned.
“Trust me.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, trying to temper her nerves
while anticipating the initial plunge into her vagina. Instead warm lips
latched onto her nipple and began suckling. She moaned, pressing his head to
her chest and arching her back, offering her breast completely. A sizzling
sensation traipsed down her belly to the center of her thighs. A tiny pulse
built in her nipple and in her clitoris as his sucking intensified, pulling and
tugging on the sensitive peak.

He suckled the other breast as earnestly then placed his
lips against hers. Even with the absence of his mouth on her nipples they
throbbed and pulsed against his bare chest. And then she felt his very large
cock rub between her legs. She couldn’t help it, she whimpered.

“Shhh,” Vulcan soothed. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”

Physically, yes, she was ready. Everything ached and craved
something more but mentally she needed additional coaxing. Because he
apparently knew it, it helped to ease her reservations somewhat.

He reached between her thighs, spread her folds open and
situated his cock between the skin. His organ was rock hard yet the condom was
smooth, and with slow, even strokes he began sliding it up and down her wet
slit with simple, gradual motions. The friction she tolerated from his cock
head sliding against her clitoris was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She
groaned and panted as the silky tip nudged the bud during every single languid
up-and-down glide through her folds. Each stroke took an amazing amount of time
to complete due to his length. They were very long, very appeasing strokes to
endure and within a short amount of time, perhaps seconds, her apprehension
fizzled and she was mentally prepared to accept him inside her body.

Tingly sensations raced through her blood along with the
heat of Vulcan’s shaky breaths caressing her face. Instinctively she tilted her
hips to and fro, heightening the contact.

It became too much to bear. She needed something more. A
craving built deep inside. A craving so severe she would’ve done anything to
appease it. Anything.

He reached between their bodies and placed his cock at her
opening. The skin at her vaginal entrance expanded as he nudged the large tip
slightly inward and stopped, barely breaching her, but she was no longer
scared. She was in a daze where tingles dominated her senses, taking her to a
place filled with excitement and allure.

Removing his hand from between their bodies, he raised her
arms above her head and laid them on the soft fur, her elbows pointing outward.

“Hold my hands, Wisteria,” he breathed into her ear.
“Squeeze them if you need to.”

She nodded while lacing her fingers around his thick
knuckles. They were very large and exuded strength. The manner in which he
reciprocated the grip indicated a massive amount of possessiveness and she’d
never felt so protected in her life. Before she inhaled her next breath he
jutted his hips forward, shoving his powerful cock inside her.

A slight tug accompanied by a quick, sharp tear followed.
She stiffened and gasped. Snapping her eyes shut, she squeezed his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he said, patting his lips all over her face
before coming to rest alongside her ear. “It’s okay,” he soothed, his hair
falling forward, whisking her cheek. “It’s okay. It’s over. No more pain.”