The beast , without averting his gaze from her, roamed her curves hungrily, and focused heavily on the most intimate part of her body, slowly approached her. He wore only a pair of tight-fitting pants that hid nothing of the bulge that soon formed at the bottom of his belly as he continued to advance toward her, and which seemed to grow and beat like a heart. His perfect, muscular torso also offered a dreamy vision, but the young woman didn't dwell on it too much, unable to concentrate on anything other than the big lump distorting his garment, which must now be quite painful for her. At least, from what she'd heard from her friends. But there was a world of difference between hearing and experiencing. She could feel fear coming over her, but of a different kind. And knowing full well what he expected of her as a reward for her rescue, or at least she tried to visualize it, Nicole wondered if she'd be able to give him what he wanted.
She moistened her lips with nervousness, which obviously didn't escape this magical being, besides, he made it worse by saying.
"So, for starters, you should spread your thighs, human."
He was being vulgar, but apparently so was she, since she finally did it, albeit after much hesitation. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying with all her being that everything would go well for him, as well as for her, and when she opened them again, she saw him standing before her, tall, imperious and visibly thirsty with the desire that so troubled her, so Nicole let out a muffled moan before arching her back involuntarily toward him. As she did so, she studied this sublime body, the likes of which she'd never seen, and which was about to take possession of her, first timidly, and finally with a kind of fever and impatience.
Was it wrong? She didn't know, and she probably never would. But it would happen whether it was or not. And she would bear the consequences.
It was then that she noticed the wound on the back of his left elbow, where blood was flowing profusely.
"But you're hurt!" she exclaimed in horror.
The beast raised his eyebrows, looked at the wound and shrugged.
"Just a scratch, it'll heal quickly."
And he said this as he crouched down in front of the young woman and put his hands on her skin to start caressing her, first her legs, then her thighs, then up higher still. But despite the incredible new sensation her host was giving her, she was still just as concerned about the wound, because from what she'd seen, it didn't look normal at all. She shook her head and clutched her lover's powerful wrist.
"It doesn't look like a simple scratch at all."
The beast paused for a moment, then resumed his caresses, going now for the lacy panties, walking his slender, vigorous fingers over the surface that concealed her femininity. No man had ever gone so far as Nicole had never allowed it. And thank heavens she loved the sensation, and that was a masterful understatement. However, even that didn't make her forget what was troubling her so much.
"Please, your wound!"
The beast finally laughed.
"The stubborn type, eh? You worry about me that much?"
"Of course I do! Because without your help, I wouldn't be alive, and I'll still need you to get out of here! "
Without her expecting it, her lover, with a powerful thrust, inserted his finger inside her without moving the panties.
Nicole gasped and jerked slightly. She really loved all these sensations, but she resisted, she had to. However, it was easier said than done. And besides, the fingers, by their sheer sensual force, had managed to rip her panties off. He, too, was stubborn. Now their skin was in direct contact. It was extraordinary.
"That must hurt," added Nicole again, half capitulating, having now placed her hands on that iron-hard torso and stroking them over him sometimes gently, sometimes ardently.
"It hurts indeed. But my desire for you hurts even more. I'll heal myself later." He laughed as if to mock himself. "I have no choice anyway."
Nicole wondered what he meant by "hurt", but all thought left her as the beast pushed her down to lie on the hard, cold ground which she paid no attention to, and he weighed down on top of her. He looked at her for a moment, searching her gaze as if for something that mattered to him, then took possession of her mouth. At last. And she told herself that this was how kisses should be.
He really was heavy, even though he'd made sure to spare her as much of his weight as possible.
They kissed, slowly, sensually, deeper and deeper, and finally wildly. And as the pleasure grew inside her, Nicole began to turn under that giant body, undulating, rubbing herself against him, against that powerful torso she found so fascinating.
She ran her hands through his dark hair and naturally intertwined her legs with his, caressing his steely calves with her foot.
It wasn't long before she realized that he really was a wild beast, when after a certain slack, he began to growl, to roar, then as she'd almost expected, judging her state, tore her dress open like a piece of paper, freeing her breasts which he first gazed at greedily before taking them in his hands, languidly pinching the rosy tips, licking the soft rim greedily as he licked the flesh of his prey.
"I can't wait any longer!" he soon gasped like the hungry animal he was.
Nicole hesitated again, but she knew it was a lost situation. "I'm not asking you to."
Could the beast feel her inner tug? Anyway, he lowered his pants and when Nicole saw his virile sex, as hard as the rest of his body, she was fascinated, but also terrified, and instinctively moved back .
"You're huge!"
"Of course I am! I'm a beast, mind you. And a beast seething with desire." But he hadn't needed to add that last remark.
"But I don't know if you should penetrate me…could I be hurt…?" she asked, salivating.
"I think you know, don't you? But don't worry. Not to mention that you're already wet enough to drown me." And kissing her again, licking the outline of her mouth, intertwining their tongues and kneading one breast as he pushed her pinky nipple into her flesh with a naughty finger, he united their bodies.
Nicole couldn't contain her cry of pain and the spasm that betrayed her.
The beast stopped at once and raised his head to plunge his gaze into hers, which was misty. "You were…a virgin!"
"That was obvious!"
"Isn't it abnormal in your world to still be one at your age?"
"Because you expect me to believe that it is in your world? And anyway, it doesn't matter! I'm not anymore, anyway," she remarked to lighten the mood.
"But you should have told me!"