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  “Yes, please—now, Varin,” she said. “I…I’ve been living with this for days now—weeks. I need you.”

  “I’ll give you everything in my power,” he promised and meant it with his whole heart.

  “Let’s go then.” And she led him into the bedroom.

  * * * **

  Brynn couldn’t shed her clothes quickly enough and Varin obligingly took off his leathers and boots. But once they were naked together, Brynn felt suddenly shy. She’d seen him half naked of course and he’s seen her and they’d done things together—things the Sisters at the convent would have condemned as sinful and wrong—but that had been in the dark—or at least the semi-dark. Standing there in full light with nothing to shield her nudity made Brynn blush and tremble.

  Varin seemed to understand her problem because he murmured, “Lights dim” and immediately the lighting lowered to a soft golden glow in the corners of the room. “Now, Princess,” he said. “How do you want me?”

  Brynn understood that he intended to let her take charge and she felt a surge of gratitude. It made things much easier and less stressful to be able to dictate this particular scene exactly the way she needed it to go.

  But how did she need it to go? Brynn bit her lip in concentration.

  “I think…I want you lying in the middle of the bed,” she said at last.

  He laid in the middle of the fancy feather-foam mattress on his back, his big, muscular frame nearly filling the whole thing. Brynn took him in, letting her eyes rove over his completely naked body for the first time.

  Goddess above he was beautiful to look at! If you could use the word beautiful for a male. It was a masculine beauty, she decided—he was all long muscular legs, broad shoulders, and rippling abdominals. She liked the light dusting of coarse black hair across his chest and the beard shadow on his square jaw. And of course, there was his shaft—already it was standing at attention for her and Brynn could see a bead of clear precum on the broad head.

  She focused on that droplet, feeling the hungry ache inside her grow until she thought she would go crazy if she couldn’t fill it. Goddess, she needed him so badly.

  “Have you looked your fill, Mistress?” Varin’s deep, rumbling voice made her head jerk up.

  “Oh…sorry,” she blurted. “I was just thinking how…how beautiful you are.” She felt silly as soon as the words were out of her mouth but Varin grinned a little.

  “I was thinking the same thing about you, little one. Your high breasts with their tight little nipples…the curve of your hips…that soft little pussy I see peaking out from between your thighs…” He made a hungry sound in the back of his throat. “Makes me so damn hard looking at your sweet body.”

  “Th-thank you,” Brynn stuttered. She still felt shy about letting him see her completely unclothed but the heat burning in his bronze eyes helped her confidence considerably. “Are…are you ready?” she asked him.

  Varin spread his hands, indicating his supine position.

  “I’m here, Mistress. Make use of me,” he murmured.

  “All right.” Taking her courage in both hands, Brynn climbed on the bed and threw one leg over his narrow, muscular hips. But when she was hovering over him with the wide head of his shaft right under her pussy, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

  “It’s all right,” Varin murmured, clearly sensing her uncertainty. “You can take me in hand if you want.”

  “Thank you.” Brynn did as he said, grasping the thick, hot shaft of his cock in her palm. It throbbed in her fingers and she thought of how it had jerked and pulsed between her lips when he gave her his cream. Goddess above, she wished she could stand to have him between her thighs like that. Or, not just between her thighs, but actually up inside her pussy. But the memory of the pain and violation she’d felt when the silver deflowering wand did its dirty work put a damper on that idea.

  Still, she could at least rub him against her—that much her body would allow.

  Carefully, Brynn maneuvered so that the broad, leaking head of his cock was pointed at the inner folds of her pussy. Sliding his shaft against her heated flesh felt wonderful and when she felt a little bead of precum rubbing into her slippery depths, a moan of pure relief left her throat.

  This—this—was what she needed, she suddenly understood. This but much more of it.

  Varin had been watching her carefully, his bronze eyes hooded with desire. Now he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

  “How is it, little one? Is that what you need?”

  “Yes, but more—I need to get better contact with you,” Brynn said. To her frustration, the brief burst of relief she’d felt was already fading. She needed more of his fluids—needed them inside her.

  Deep inside, whispered a voice but she wouldn’t listen to it. The things it suggested were too scary.

  “Spread yourself open,” Varin suggested in a soft growl. “Open those plump little pussy lips and rub the head of my shaft right against your hot little clit, Brynn.”

  Goddess! She had to bite back a moan at his forbidden words. She loved when he talked to her like that and one look at Varin’s bronze eyes, sleepy with lust, told her he knew it.

  “All right,” she whispered. Still holding him with one hand, she spread her outer pussy lips with the other. She pumped his thick shaft until another, larger bead of precum appeared at its slit and then stroked the broad head directly against her heated clit. “Ahhh!” she moaned. Goddess above that felt good—felt right—but she needed more from him. Much more.

  “Getting what you need, little one?” Varin murmured, his eyes still blazing.

  “Almost…” She couldn’t help feeling that she needed his precum somewhere else—actually inside her. Daring greatly, she pumped him again and then pressed the flaring crown of his cock right against the entrance of her pussy.

  “Careful, little one,” Varin warned. “Things are getting pretty slippery down there—you don’t want my shaft to actually slip inside you.”

  “No…” Brynn bit her lip. “No, but I need more of your precum, Varin. And I need to feel pleasure while I get it.”

  “Ride me,” he suggested, his deep voice hoarse. “I don’t mean put my shaft inside you—just rub your sweet pussy up and down the length of my cock. The more you rub, the more precum I’ll make.”

  “And…it won’t hurt you if I press down on you like that?” Brynn asked uncertainly. “I won’t, uh squish you?”

  He laughed, the deep sound rumbling through him and vibrating her entire body. “Look how little you are, Princess. No, you won’t hurt me rubbing your sweet little pussy against my cock.”

  His dirty words made her feel hot all over again and helped override her uncertainly. Goddess, she needed this and Varin was offering it to her for the asking. All she had to do was reach out and take it.

  Feeling bolder, she spread the lips of her pussy again and settled right over the hard ridge of his cock. A little moan escaped her lips when she rubbed her throbbing clit against his broad shaft. It felt so good Brynn did it again…and then again.

  Before she knew it, she was sliding up and down, rubbing her heated inner pussy against the long, hard length of him, ending at the broad, flaring head every time. Each time she stroked against him, his shaft made more of the delicious precum she needed. Brynn started to linger there, tilting her pelvis so that the flaring tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her pussy each time. She didn’t want him all the way inside her, she told herself, even as sparks of pleasure flared from their intimate contact. But she did like it when just the tip nudged her slippery opening.

  “Gods, little one, be careful,” Varin growled hoarsely, gripping her hips as she rubbed against him. “You’re going to make me shoot.”

  “But that’s what I want—for you to shoot your cream all over my pussy,” Brynn protested breathlessly, still rubbing.

  “Yes, but I don’t know if it would be such a good idea to shoot inside you,” he pointed out.

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