Chapter 9. First Mate (21+)
Buddha, Jesus, Allah, Xiao Mei Mei!
What do I do? What do I do?
I really don't understand what to do. That was my first kiss, and this is also my first time. Am I really gonna do this?
He took a deep breath against my crotch; his warm breath made my back contract and shift like it was pushing for more.
I'm going crazy.
"This is where I will put it in, right??"
What stupid question are you even asking? Did all that muscle make your brain smaller?
Wait.... I'm not ready. I shove him and flip over, trying to crawl away, but he holds my waist.
"Do you like this position, Lily? You look so sexy from the back. Why is your butt so soft?"
His nails dig slightly into my buttocks, a little painful. I'm moaning in pain, but this fool takes it as if I was enjoying this...
It's hot.
"Ti... Time out... Wait, use a condom at least." I struggle to make a full sentence while looking back over my shoulder, only to find a robust man with all his veins bulging.
The light is dim, but I swear his whole body turned a few shades redder.
Good thing this ancient cave has no mirror. I don't want to imagine how messy we look right now.
"What is a condom? Ugh... your body here is very wet and hot, Lily." He says that without giving me a chance to speak. I jolt, and everything in my mind goes blank.
THE TIP!
THE SPIKEY BULGING VEIN HAS ENTERED ME!
"UGH Tigris! Wait! Slowly, I can't do it, Tigris!" My strength is gone, and my hands grab the mat covering the straws until it bunches up.
His hands are hot as he pulls my waist hard.
"Lily, I think I hit something..."
A painful feeling starts creeping up from my abdomen, and I grit my teeth.
My body bends in ways I never knew it could. His knees scrape the ground. He is too tall, and pulling my waist up leaves half of me floating, and suddenly it hits me.
A lewd, wet splash mixes with the pain.
What is this? His rod must be covered in spikes.
I grab whatever my hands can reach, but his fierce movements make me feel like some sort of lifeless toy he uses with his crooked, spike-covered body.
Tigris falls silent for a moment. I don't care anymore.
My whole attention is fixed on the sharp pain in my body, like something is being forcefully torn apart from the inside.
He is deep inside me.
After those few seconds that feel like forever, his hand starts moving.
From my waist, it gropes my stomach and travels up to my chest.
His prickly nails graze my sensitive skin.
His voice is low and trembling as he calls my name, "Lily, this feels so good I.... I want to do more."
I feel like he said something more, but I can't concentrate at all, as his body inside me feels even more intense.
His rod pulses inside me, it grows and shifts. Every pulse resonates all the way to my core. Why are all my senses messed up?
It's painful, strange, with an odd sensation creeping all over me.
Xiao Mei told me she is addicted to this.
What is so good about it?
My heart beats like crazy. My lower body feels sore, and a strange tingle from my nipples makes the mix of sensations even weirder.
"Ti... Tigris, this is too big. I feel like you tore something inside me... I'm going to..."
I glance back over my shoulder, and before I could finish what I wanted to say, his hand leaves my chest.
One arm pulls me toward his shoulder, while the other grabs my chin, and he starts kissing me from behind.
His tongue invades my mouth like a landlord entering his own home, monopolizing every breath of air.
It's hard to breathe, and the position only makes it harder as he slides deeper inside me, bringing waves of pain and another unnamed sensation.
I feel so full in my stomach.
My lungs beg for air, but the more I open my mouth to inhale, the rougher his tongue sweeps deeper.
My heart pounds loudly, but I can feel his heartbeat against my back fast and heavy.
I can feel his temperature rising.
I think we both have a fever, but why am I the only one feeling this weak?
"I love you, Lily. You are mine, my female, mine, my Lily..." Along with his hot breath and warm dripping saliva, he calls my name and makes me drown in affection, feelings I never knew I had inside me.
After a few minutes of kissing, his hand explores my torso, moving from my chest down to the sensitive spot below my stomach.
He lowers me onto all fours, but he never pulls away.
He only sinks deeper and deeper, as if twisting further inside me.
"Hold still, Lily. I'm going to move."
"Go slowly." I give up.
The sharp pain is gone, but that strange sensation grows stronger.
With every movement, I feel everything.
Every pulse inside me makes me lose control of my mind.
Something else inside me takes over.
His hand returns to my butt.
I can feel him pulling out, but before he reaches the entrance, he thrusts back in hard, hitting deep inside my stomach.
"Yaagh..." I yell in surprise, but my voice is drowned out by the sound of our bodies colliding. Once, then again.
The pace quickens.
He moves faster.
My hands clutch the quilt tightly as my chest sways with every thrust from behind.
The peak of my chest scrapes against the rough bedding, bringing a painful yet lewd feeling all at once.
As if acting on instinct, his hand leaves my waist and cups my chest to steady my swaying body.
But suddenly he pinches both my nipples, and it makes me convulse.
"Ugh, Lily, you're tight. You're driving me crazy, ugh." He suddenly moves faster, our bodies colliding harder. As if that wasn't enough, he pinches me again.
Worse still, he leans closer and starts licking and biting the back of my neck, sending shivers straight to my core.
I moan, and every time I do, his pace slows slightly before picking up even faster and harder.
He suddenly grabs my legs and shifts my position, flipping me over without pulling out.
"It feels so good, Lily. Lily…" His face draws close to mine. I thought he would kiss my mouth, but he moves to my eyes instead.
He licks them gently. "Does it hurt, Lily? I'm sorry. Don't cry, Lily. I love you, Lily. I won't let you feel pain." I am shocked—I had no idea I was crying.
"No, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore. Just move gently. This is my first time…" It's embarrassing. I didn't mean to say it, but I like the way he moves.
Every touch sends strange sensations through me, and after the initial pain, I don't feel bad at all.
"I'm sorry. I'll do better. Do you like it like this?" He asks in such a soft, cute tone. His eyes look dim and sad, yet his brutal body keeps pushing in and out of me without mercy.
I moan over and over.
At first, I feel repulsed, like I need to pull away, but he doesn't stop.
Instead, he speeds up even more.
I feel scared, so I grip his body and pull him into a hug.
My hands move on their own, reaching for something I can't name.
Mindlessly, I scratch his back with my nails.
Instead of showing pain, he seems to like it. His movements grow faster, and his breathing quickens too.
He wraps both arms around me, then moves one hand to the back of my head.
Suddenly he leans in to kiss me deeply, and at the same time, his hips thrust hard one final time.
I can feel something warm spilling inside me, and a strange sense of shame washes over me knowing it drips out of my body.
I can still hear his heart beating loud and fast against mine.
"My Lily is so cute. Why are you so beautiful? This is so painful, Lily. It won't go down. I need to do it again." He is not asking for permission.
He lightly places his hand on my cheek and starts kissing me, licking every fluid that comes out from my mouth or my eyes.
Like a fool, my body has no more strength left.
My vision is blurring, one moment I can see his face clearly for a kiss, the next everything turns white.
I do not realize it as my consciousness comes and goes on its own, but this time I am turning sideways.
All I can see is his chest, its hard muscles contracting and pulsing, while something moves steadily inside me.
Down below, he works relentlessly.
I can smell his sweat, or something else I do not want to guess at....I hope it is only sweat.
My hands press weakly against his chest.
One of his hands lifts my foot into the air, and he pushes deeper inside me with more force.
Suddenly static bursts in my ears.
My back arches as I tremble from a sensation like a thousand butterflies fluttering inside my lower abdomen.
I can hear him calling my name multiple times, yet he shows no sign of slowing down.
It is probably morning now.
I faint several times, but every time I wake, I collapse again from the overwhelming sensations he draws from me.
This ruthless beast is wild, giving me no chance to rest at all.
After what feels like four or five cycles of my consciousness fading in and out, I finally pass out completely.
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