The Lady's Pet (Mach and HeyThereLittleBear)

Anit was an interesting thing as he made a comment about the fact he would likely not fit in very well with the other guests. It was true, he would likely tower over even the tallest of men and would be able to frighten the gentler women. It was precisely why she was interested in taking him with her as the gatherings were usually a boring event. With something as terrifying as Anit at her side she wouldn't have to sit through the boring conversation and almost niceties. They wouldn't attempt to kill her with small talk about things she didn't care about and pressure her, again, into trying to find an appropriate husband because "Well, time is ticking away, you know, and child bearing hips don't last forever".

"You know, you may have a point there," She joked back, holding back laughter at the thought of one of the ladies attempting to dance with him and his large feet, much less one of them approaching him, "Perhaps you'll just have to dance with me, then. I can teach you a thing or two about the world that I live in... You'll need to know it since you'll be living here too, now." She offered him another smile, leaning over to brush across his arm again.

The world around the carriage had turned to houses, most of them wood and nicely built though some made of brick. Candles flickered in most windows and the people were turning to stare at her as they passed, mostly curious over the beast sitting opposite of her. It took Elizabeth a moment to understand the expressions she was seeing, her brow furrowed, "They're scared of you." She commented, a statement and not a question, "They always fear what they don't understand."

She turned away from the window now, flashing him a reassuring smile, "This is going to be a fun luncheon... Are you ready?"
 
Her fingers running through his fur was a pleasant sensation, one that brought a soft growl from the back of his throat, a gentle sound of satisfaction, almost too quiet to be heard. "I'd be happy to dance with you, and will do my best to learn the ways of this strange land." He said, the smirk back at the corners of canine lips. His accompanying female - his mistress, he supposed, though she behaved unlike any who had ever held that title of her kind - commented at the people's fear of him, and he made a slight shrugging motion. "Their fears are not misguided. My body is designed for little more than speed and strength, and I wear the face of a predator. Any wise man might be afraid, and only a fool would ignore such fear." He considered her for a moment, head cocked slightly. "You being the exception, for I've sworn my intent to protect you." He added.

The houses in this land were strange, many made of wood and others made of a reddish stone. The red stone was most like the structures of his homeland, but lacked the dusty light brown and tan of the stone there. The designs were also so different, with sloping rooftops, instead of flat ones. How... peculiar.

He was quickly assured of how fun the luncheon was to be, a comment which only gathered his raised eyebrows as a response. "As ready as I'll ever be. I'll merely follow your lead and instruction, madam Elizabeth." He told her, his head cocking slightly at the honorific, as if playing with the words.
 
He said that he was ready but she could never be sure because though she'd been to many of these luncheons before she was never quite 'ready' for any of them so to speak. She never knew what they ladies would comment on this time or even if they would be the ones to be trying to pressure her into marriage much as her father did. They often liked to drop comments to her about one of her father's old business partners that had gone on to succeed on his own - he was a nice enough man but several times her age as well as every bit as pompous as her father was. He'd shown interest but it wasn't returned now just as it hadn't been when she'd come of age to wed.

As they pulled up to the building she glanced out the window to take a look at those that were already assembled, most dressed in finer clothing than she was an talking to each other in their 'polite' voices. It was all etiquette and 'how do you do' that she hated about her life, a bunch of people talking but no one actually saying anything of importance.

She offered Anit a soft smile before the carriage door was opened for them, the girl accepting the outstretched hand to help her down and out of the vehicle. Elizabeth put on the face she was required to wear at such events, of polite interest and sweet naivety. "Come, Anit." She offered out a hand to him now, preparing herself mentally for the next few hours of stares and impolite whispers.

The whispers had already started, as several women had seen the beast through the windows of the carriage, leaning over to another with a fan to block their face, "Do you see that unholy thing? I can't believe her father would purchase it and have it brought here. Such a disgrace, if you ask me." The other woman nodded in agreement, "You know, if he can afford that with all of his blood money, he might could afford to wed Elizabeth off and have her trained to be a proper lady." The two snickered before fanning themselves innocently, peeking at Elizabeth and Anit over the frills of their fans.
 
He took her hand as it was offered, stepping down from the carriage with ease, as if it were a normal distance to step. The vehicle shook slightly now that his weight was off it, and he straightened in the outdoors, free to stand tall and proud once more. He was indeed out of place here, with nothing but the clean white loincloth covering his body, and it only added to the exotic look her took on, tall, muscular, and jackal-headed, like a pagan god. And indeed, some of these women seemed to react to him like something cursed by divinity, as he could hear their whispers of disdain and unpleasantness as those tall ears flicked toward them. However, drawing from his recently-acquired knowledge of rules and etiquette in this culture, he said nothing and did nothing, waiting instead to draw his actions based upon Elizabeth's own words an actions. After all, she was his charge.

The gathering of people was a strange event in his eyes, so many people clustered around chattering, with none of the words seeming to mean much at all. Light music filled the air, and there was food and drink to be had, but if there was alcohol, he could not smell very much of it. If this was to be a party, he had to admit - it was one of the dullest he had ever encountered. Of course, there was always the possibility that there was more here than met the eye or nose, but so far, he was unimpressed by these people and their festivities.

Trying to shift out of those thoughts, he rolled his shoulders back slightly, taking up a proud, tall stance beside, and slightly behind her, as any proper guard would do, his muscles rippling slightly under glossy fur as he did so, escorting his charge to the event.
 
The women were less than modest in the way that they murmured and whispered about Anit and his mistress, the whispers following them into a less than humble home, Elizabeth leading him by the hand. The home was lovely by all means, a grand chandelier the focal point of the entry room before they were lead towards the main room that was filled with people. A small band of strings players were in the far corner, large tables covered with a wide array of snack foods and sandwiches were along the far wall, a table filled with glasses already filled with wine dominating the other corner. The women mostly lined the wall to the right, fanning themselves as properly ladies ought to. Elizabeth wore her most proper smile as she released Anit's hand, leading him to the far table where she selected her glass, sipping at the wine properly.

The women along the wall were curious enough to come from their etiquette designated spots to come and strike up conversation, "Elizabeth," One of the women called out her name as she approached, glancing nervously at Anit then back to Elizabeth, "So good that you could come. It's a pleasure to meet you and your," She hesitated, looking Anit over slowly, "Dog." The women next to her laughed politely, though the comment was anything but. "Thank you. Pleasure to see you here with your pets as well. Terrible shame they're not trained though." She commented, polite but cutting at the same time, her lips curved into a smirk.

"Hm. At least one of us can find acquaintances that are human."

"I'd dare say that Anit is more human than any of the snakes in your company. Excuse me, I have other guests to speak with."

Elizabeth cut the conversation short and moved Anit away from the catty behavior, her eyes scouring the crowd for friendly faces. "Like I said," She murmured, "Interesting crowd."
 
As they moved inside, Anit was glad to find the ceilings here tall enough for him to stand freely, though he had to be careful when moving near the center of the room, as he was fairly certain the grand structure hanging from the ceiling would be low enough for him to strike his head on, and he doubted that would go over very well with any of this politely impolite company. His eyes scanned the room, first to find anything that might pose a threat to his charge, but then, finding nothing, examined the room more in its actual nature, baffled by the scene before him and what this society held. The music itself was even so different, lacking horns or drums of any kind, something that was unheard of in his culture. So very very strange.

The encounter with several of the women was less than complimentary to Anit, but he lacked a reaction beyond a stare of annoyance at the group of women before being steered away by the young Elizabeth. "Interesting indeed." He murmured, unsure how else to react to the clearly unwelcome nature of his presence here. He wondered if Elizabeth's father had expected even those in high society to look down on him, even if her were rare an power, as if he were nothing more than an animal. Somehow he doubted the man would have carted him here if his daughter were to only be ridiculed for the creature. But so far, that was all that had come of his presence, and Anit merely followed the girl through the crowd, wondering if that would change.
 
To give Anit credit where it was due, the creature maintained himself quite well despite the fact that he was quite obviously not wanted where he was at, the people either displaying fear or disgust with him as he passed, some even stopping to stare at him as he loomed over the rest of the crowd easily. She steered away from those that were engaging in whispered conversations that were likely less than polite, her eyes moving away from the nosy but familiar faces to one that offered more dignity.

"Come with me," She lead him away from the crowds now and down a long hallway, lit with a smaller chandelier that offered a gentler light. Elizabeth wasn't directing him towards a room with less people, though much smaller than the one they'd come from. It was decorated scarcely and some furniture covered in a piece of cloth that indicated this room was hardly used. "I think you need a lesson in dancing before we go back out there," She told him, closing the door behind him after checking to ensure no one had followed them. "What do you know about dancing from your brief walkthrough?"
 
Anit compliantly follow his charge through a hall to a smaller room, where she closed the door. For the first time they had real privacy, it seemed. The room seemed vacant, and like it had been for some time, given that the furniture and other structures were hidden under what seemed to be protective cloth. The ceiling was still high here, allowing him to stand upright, a fact he greatly appreciated as he turned to her, considering her questions.

"Your dancing is far unlike the kind I'm used to. Much... slower. And your music is strange to me, very different from the kind my people play, with no drums or horns or the like. But your dancing seems more... flowing. Elegant, I believe is the word. Graceful." He commented, a true observation. Most dances in his culture were wild, passionate affairs, with hard, fast beats and exhilarating musics, people whirling and moving in chaotic fashion. It seemed that here, even the dancing was governed by protocol, something he really should have expected. After all, he couldn't imagine these people dancing like his did and had. "It also appears that dancing isn't truly the motivation. Most of those dancing seemed to be conversing, and were more interested in doing that than the actual movements." He left off a mention that a good many of the dancers seemed wildly entranced in their partner, from his observation of the room. Somehow there seemed to be a passion even in the slow, deliberate movements.

(Sorry about that wait!)
 
Elizabeth couldn't suppress a smile as she moved closer towards him slowly, the smile getting larger as he explained his observations of the dancing they'd seen. "Very good," She praised him, close enough now that there was less than a foot of space between them, her eyes looking up at him as she reached up, grasping one of his large hands so that she could place it on her waist, his hand large enough it could easily encompass a majority of her torso if he tried. "First hand goes here," She let him know, letting her hand linger on his as she moved to grasp his other one in her hand, "The other holds my hand." She instructed, coming in closer so that their bodies touched. There was an excitement than ran through her hot like a fire and she fought against it, though she could feel her body response again to the proximity and intimacy.

Though it was usually the man that lead the dance in her culture, he wouldn't have been able to lead without knowing the steps. It was a simple enough dance performed to the beat of threes and it wasn't hard to teach in the least, though she was starting with just the very bare basics. "Just follow my feet... One, two, three. One, two, three." She moved him slowly enough that he would have been able to catch on, looking back up at him as he started to catch the rhythm though there was no music for them to dance to. "The dance is structured but the closeness makes it so that it isn't rude to engage in conversation.... What do you think?"

(It's okay!)
 
Anit carefully placed his hands as he was instructed, and let her guide him in the steps and the motions of dancing, attempting to move as lightly and as gracefully as she did. It was clear that his body and form were not quite designed for these motions, but he managed reasonably well, stumbling little and never stepping on her feet as they moved. They were once more again very close to each other, and he attempted to ignore the fact that he was wearing very little, and she was nearly pressed to his bare chest, pretty, small, and lithe as she was. There was something thrilling about how she led the motions as well, a control and a confidence that she carried with her as they moved.

"I don't know just yet. It certainly is pleasant, I think." He mused as she asked him that question, his eyes locking with hers. "What do the dancing couples talk about as they move? Is it reserved for more intimate discussions, or can you merely... what is the term? Chat?" He paused with a small chuckle. "Still, though it's different from the dancing I know, it has its own pleasant aspects. It certainly is more personal and... enjoyable." He almost said sensual, but he already was beginning to recall her discmfort with anything moderately sexual, and so steered clear, though it was possible he wasn't as subtle as he intended. After all, the language was still unfamiliar to him, and he was still trying to navigate all of these strange new social intricacies that this country and culture had in store for him. Thankfully his charge was not too keen on many of those practices.
 
The beast's hands were larger than she'd thought they would be against her skin, his fingers warm even though the materials of her dress so much that it almost was like his body was trying to draw attention to itself. He danced better than most did their first time, stumbling often but his feet never faltering so much that he stepped on her toes. She'd had much more experienced dancers to squash her feet and stomp her toenails into her flesh. It was a more pleasant dance than she'd experienced in the past by far, as she was actually enjoying the feel of his body against her own and the intimacy that hey shared in this moment.

"The dancing couples often talk of many things," She said, his voice wandering more towards a sensual tone that brought the thrill into her body once again, her sex growing wet again now from the purr of his voice, "Most often they enjoy to flirt. Dancing is considered a way of becoming intimate with another. It's... Like a mating ritual, of sorts, for humans, though it's a long and slow process." She said, coming the closest to a true explanation of dancing as any anyone has ever given. She continued to lead him in the slow circles around the room, her eyes on his for a long time, "Do you enjoy being intimate with me?" She asked, perhaps not the best of wording but hte closest to what she was experiencing now, her head tilted curiously.
 
She was so small against his larger form, that he made sure to take great care in his movements, not wanting to even risk harming her in the slightest. Despite her small size, she was warm and in control, guiding the motion of the dance around the silent room, an enjoyable and peaceful entertainment, despite the lack of music. There was a kind of thrill in this control, just letting her take him where she pleased, and it seemed to be more than the slight satisfaction he had otherwise experienced while serving various charges over his lifetime. This was a more warm, burning satisfaction, almost a desire. Strange. He had felt little like it before, but he knew what it was - lust, arousal. For this slim, small creature. She was indeed attractive, but why did her confident motions and guidance cause such a reaction? Was it just natural for him to want someone to lead and control?

Her words drew his attention away from that topic, however. His head cocked slightly. "I'm not familiar with the word 'flirt'. But I can understand mating rituals and the like. It is not hard to imagine the lengthy process of working through the proper methods of mating. Your people do like challenges." He said, a tone of amusement in his voice, but no malice or judgement. His eyes locked with hers and they were silent together for another long moment before she asked him a question, one which caught him off guard. His jaw shifted some, as if chewing something briefly as he thought. "I would be a liar if I said no. The intimacy and closeness is... pleasing. And you are also rather attractive." He delivered the last statement matter-of-factly, though it was definitely intended as a compliment. "Do you enjoy the same?" He returned, suspecting that he knew the answer, but curious all the same. After all, he would like to hear her explain her own perspective and outlook on their intimate nature at current. Besides, he was still learning to read her people and her culture well.
 
He was such a gentle thing for his size in comparison to the men that were much smaller and stomped around like they were giants. He had all of the grace of a creature so much smaller than him that it was impressive for him, and she admired him for it. She found herself attracted to him on a level that was deeper than just an appreciation for the shape of his body and the muscles that covered it. Though he was a handsome creature, he was also so very much more than that. He was intelligent and compassionate towards her, fawning over her in a way that was different from how human men did. It wasn't the raw lust, but something else she couldn't quite place. She felt more than just the urge between her legs but a warmth in her chest, her eyes shying away from him now as she realized that what she was feeling was attraction.

The feeling was only growing as he stated he was enjoying the intimacy, her cheeks lighting up with a blush as he stated he found her attractive, her eyes finally lifting to look at him curiously, "I would be a liar if I said no." She said, mimicking his words exactly, her hand moving from his shoulder and down his chest, enjoying his silk-smooth fur and the warmth of his body beneath her fingers, curling down towards his side to cup his ribs before sliding back up, her eyes lingering on his skin, "Have you ever... Ever mated with a human before?" She asked, faltering over her words as she stumbled awkwardly towards something that was deeply forbidden in her world.
 
Anit made that soft sound, a series of soft puffs of air from his lips, like a subdued chuckle. His lips curled in a smile as she mimicked him, and there might have been a bit of pleasure in his eyes at her admission of attraction. Her hands and fingers wandered over his body slowly, playing through his fur and along his muscular form in a way that was distinctly pleasurable, her small, delicate, feminine hands enjoying his form and exploring him. It was delightful. It was sensual. It was exciting in a way nothing had been before.

Her next question caught him off-guard, having jumped to a topic she had clearly defined as being taboo or off-limits, but he was not unwilling to answer. It was... suggestive. Was she curious about the possibility? He tried to control any base urges that stirred under his loincloth, as little coverage as that provided. He certainly had to admit that she brought sexual and wildly carnal thoughts to mind, despite his pretending otherwise. "I... Have." He admitted with slightly pause. "Not often. I haven't mated more than four or five times as it is, but there was one mistress I served briefly who desired me." He admitted. There he stopped, unsure how to continue this conversation without making her uncomfortable, and instead allowed her to decide how she wanted to proceed. If she decided. Hopefully this curiosity would continue. Or, at least, he hoped. Though mostly unfazable, that did not mean a creature like him didn't have desires or lusts, and he was certainly willing to indulge her if she wanted to explore her own.
 
The thoughts were hard to stop now that she was so close to him and the tension in her body was so visible that she was sure he would notice. The air felt thick to her now, almost like she needed to hold her breath instead of letting her faltering lips continue to embarrass herself. Elizabeth couldn't stop it if she tried, though, as she'd already opened up the door. She found that her rhythm in dancing was slowing down now until they were just barely moving, going through the motions at a pace that was mechanical to follow and nearly impossible to falter at, because most of her attention was definitely not on her footwork.

He'd mated a handful of times and yet she had mated a whopping total of zero times, though her body was now throbbing with what she knew to be the desire to have sex. Her teeth bit down softly on her lip as she warred with her own morals, her eyes averted away from Anit as she struggled through the desire to explore the strange and unusual to her with the ultimate pinnacle of someone who was strange and unusual to her. Her exploratory hand was on his side now, following the gentle slopes of his ribs and down towards his hip, her cheeks nearly red with blush, "I have never been with a man before." It was a statement, one that really didn't need to be said, as that much was obvious from how her society viewed sex and things of the like, "But I'm... Curious." She admitted, her hand lingering softly on his hips. She was having difficulty outright saying it, though her sex was wet and throbbing now with her desire, her tongue wetting her lips, "Anit," She murmured his name, "Do you... Desire me... Sexually?"
 
Anit did the curl of his lips motion again, something akin to a smile as she talked about never having had mated before. "I imagined that was the case." But then she spoke of being curious, and her hand played over his torso and hip, an action that he leaned into slightly, somehow managing to keep the dance moving, as slow as it was no, just barely a motion, their attentions elsewhere. Her question caught him off-guard again, though he really should have been expecting it, given the nature of the conversation, and the faint scent of arousal he was picking up. Could that be... her? That was the only explanation he had.

"I do." He said simply, trying to ignore his own growing arousal between his legs, an arousal that was beginning to strain at the loincloth and make the outline of his canine cock visible. "But if you're curious about sex with men, I am not like your kind." He said quietly. "However, I suppose you are built differently than the females of my kind, and yet you are desirable to me." He wasn't sure how to progress in this, as thus far she had made all the advances, and he didn't want to push her forward and make a mistake. Better to let things unfold naturally, right? Besides, how oblivious would she have to be to avoid noticing his own arousal not too far from her hands?
 
There was a silence in her head from the part of her mind that would normally correct her if she was on the path towards doing something improper, and for once she enjoyed that part of her mind not whispering the manners she'd been taught all of her life. She felt shy in the fact that she was so inexperienced in comparison to him, though his experience was limited in and of itself. She fought for a moment as she found her hand drifting lower, almost instinctively, towards his groin, her eyes drawn to the slowly growing arousal beneath his loin cloth and she knew, though he stated so, that he was in fact attracted to her.

Her eyes moved slow up his body now, moving over the muscles in his stomach and those that covered his ribs, then moving up his chest and neck towards his face, finally coming to rest on his eyes. His words were sinking in her and she felt so strange to be so open with someone like this in a society so restricted. "What if I wasn't curious about sex with men of my own kind?" She asked, her voice soft and body closing the space between them suddenly.

She could feel his stiffening cock press against her and her own body clenched in excitement, her tongue licking her lips slow as she fought to find her words again. "Is... Is the offer still open for you to teach me about mating?"
 
Her hand traveled downward, toward the only garment he wore. His arousal throbbed in surprise at her action and the question, and his body quivered with anticipation and pleasure as her eyes wandered him, including that bulge of desire between his legs. She was suddenly against him and he groaned softly, that sound almost answer enough. "Then I would say I am nothing like men of your kind." He breathed hotly, his voice husky and deep, as if driven lower by sheer lust and desire.

He was certain he could smell her know, the musky, desire-laced scent of arousal, mixed with the lingering scent of her perfume and her skin. It was an intoxicating smell even for a creature not of her species, and he was uncertain how so many of her ind resisted the allure that smell gave off. Perhaps they were not as attuned to it as he, but it drove him wild, making him throb and his body tense. "I will happily do anything you ask." He answered, then, quickly realizing that such a thing made it sound like just another task, he added. "I would greatly enjoy teaching you anything you want to... experience."

The slow lick of her lips and her soft, tight body pressing against him made him let out the softest growl of lust once more, no longer inclined to hide his desires and urges. Her innocent but direct and assertive manner was thrilling beyond measure.
 
His voice was intoxicating and his body a drug that she couldn't pull away from, her hand moving away from his hips as their bodies were pressed together, his thin cloth pressed against her multi-layered dress. Her eyes moved over his face slowly before she pulled away from him, her cheeks still flush even as she moved her arms behind her.

In her life, the only people that had seen her unclothed had been women whose jobs it were to take care of her, and the odd doctor when she'd been sick. It had been years since she'd needed a doctor to visit and this... This was different. Her fingers were trembling as she unlaced the backing of her dress, the material coming loose and falling with more ease than she had ever predicted it would give her. The dress fell in a heap around her body, leaving only her underlinens and corsets in place, her body more exposed now than it had been with anyone else in the world.

"I would like for you to teach me about mating," She told him, unlacing her corsets from around her waist to expose her upper half, her breasts round and full with soft pink nipples that were slowly coming to perk. "I... Want to experience sex... With you."
 
The jackal-headed creature before her seemed stunned by this sudden decision, and the clear indication that she wanted this now, as she stood before him, half-nude, her perky round breasts drawing his eye and only encouraging the arousal between his legs. There were a great many things he would like to do to her lovely body, but he wanted to ensure that this experience was pleasurable for her. Pleasurable beyond anything a human male could provide, if possible. He took a deep breath, the edge of his ribs expanding slightly as he did, the lines of the bones there shifting with the muscle of his body as he moved slightly toward her, his fingers and hands running up her torso and over her stomach, teasingly playing with the soft skin, enjoying the warm sensation of her beneath his touch.

"I will happily teach you." He breathed, though awkward about how to continue from here. He knew humans might kiss, but the anatomical differences between his mouth and hers made that difficult. "I suppose it would be fair if I were exposed as well." He said slowly, and one hand easily reached for the securing knot of the loincloth, loosening it with practiced ease and unravelling the garment, dropping the cloth to the floor. His heavy cock now was nude before her gaze, the inhuman shaft and swollen knot mere inches from her body, one of his hands still cupping her youthful breast. "Explore me." He said quietly, as if inviting her to his body.
 
As Anit's cloth was dropped to the floor with her top, she found that her eyes were drawn to his nude form against her will. It was an odd thing to battle with one's own thought of morals and sense of privacy, but it was thrilling to go against everything she'd ever been taught in a rush of hormones and - dare she say - emotions. His cock was unlike anything she'd seen in her books before, so very inhuman but so very interesting in its own respect. He was larger than any human male, she was sure, and knotted at the base in one of the few signs of his true canine nature. Despite the drastic difference from everything she'd ever seen before in books, there was a very physical thrill between her legs at the prospect of mating with him, as they had been putting it.

His hand was warm against her breast but pleasant, still soft against her though he was so much larger and more powerful than she was. His invitation was not immediately accepted, though she did eventually move forward, her hand moving from his hip and towards his groin slow. There was some trepidation as her hand lingered at the point of no return, her heart racing as her fingers slid slow and tentative around his length. Her hand moved slow from base to tip before sliding back again, enjoying the slick feel of his cock inside her grasp, her interest evident in her face as she pressed ever closer to his body.
 
She was so small and so petite, as much as he wanted her he was also afraid to break her. He was well aware of his physical strength, and so deliberately chose a more gentle touch. His soft fur brushed against her semi-nude body as his hands cupped perky breasts, thumbs lightly circling her pretty pink nipples. As she approached him, slowly, hesitantly taking his invitation, her hand caressed his hip before daring to venture lower, slowly moving over the fur that thickened ever so slightly. His breath came out in a hot, slow pant as her hand teased closer to his erect manhood, throbbing, slick, and hard between them. Then, in what seemed to be a rush of darling, her fingers slowly circled him, slowly slipping along the full, long, thick length of his cock. his body tensed slightly in pleasure, and a soft growl, one clearly of pleasure, escaped his throat as she pressed closer to his body, grasping his cock in her hand.

There was a thrill in doing this here, in an unfamiliar place to both of them, with the danger of being caught in the act, and that too charged the situation with intense heat. His hand slipped down from one breast to tug lightly at her last remaining undergarment, teasing her with the potential of its removal. "Do I excite you?" He growled, but his tone was more teasing this time, as if he knew the answer but just wanted to hear her say the words.
 
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she touched him, something that was so inappropriate for her to do to even a man, much less a beast like he was. Her hands were tentative but her body knew already precisely what it was that she wanted. She could feel the harsh throb between her legs as her hand slid down his shaft slow, stroking him and watching the way that his cock dripped with his lust. His hands were gentle on her despite his size and she pressed into his touch with soft sighs, her eyes watching his face as she moved to gauge his reaction to her. He was more experienced but she was the one that needed to understand if she was performing correctly - she knew all the mechanics but there was a finesse to sex that she hadn't learned in the least.

His tug on her last piece of clothing made her attention come to that hand, her eyes meeting his as he growled to her, "I... You do." She confessed, taking it upon herself to remove that last piece of clothing so that she now stood nude before him, revealing to him that her body that had been unsoiled by another man or beast, her skin smooth like a porcelain doll. And that, she was, to him. Her tongue wet her lips, as she continued, "I desire to feel you inside of me." She told him, her hand returning to his cock now, resuming its slow stroke to entice him. "But we have to be quiet, Anit. Remember that."
 
His cock throbbed hotly in her hand, pulsing with desire and lust, evidence of that leaking from the tip and slickening the shaft as she slowly stroked him, a motion that made him pant softly, arousal and pleasure evident in the quiet sound. Her words elicited another soft growl from him, and he nodded at her instruction to remain quiet. "Of course." He said, one hand slipping behind her to grasp her perky ass, pulling her close to him. His heated rod pressed slightly against her soft, toned stomach as he did so, the long, massive member much too large for her small body. Yet it did not stop either of their lusts.

He pulled her down to the floor, laying easily down on his back. "I'm told it's easier for the woman's first time if she is on top." He instructed, his thick knotted cock standing upright, dripping with precum, ready to be mounted and ridden. His hands guided her hips so he was between her legs, though he only positioned her so she was straddling him, his cock pressing against her aroused sex and pointing up, teasing her. He did not say it, but her being on top would also prevent him from being too rough with her, which would likely make plenty more noise than was desired.
 
Her heart was pounding in her chest as he drew her near and she could feel the pulse of his heart beat inside of his throbbing cock. The wet thing felt foreign and exciting against her belly, wetting her skin and leaving her sticky with his arousal. She gave in to him as he eased them down onto the floor and let his experienced hands guide her legs into the best position. She had to stifle a small sound of pleasure as his hot tip slid down her slit, her sex clenching in anticipation. Her own heart was a runaway stallion in her chest but it was all adrenaline and hot need.

Her hand moved between them to grasp his cock in trembling fingers, guiding his length to her entrance so that she could feel his leaking tip just barely inside of her. She lingered there for a moment, hesitating not because of fear but because of the raw excitememt that left her breathing heavy and cheeks flushed. Her body moved slow on him when she finally moved, her sex tight around him but eager. Elizabeth let out a low and shuddering moan as she felt her sex draw tight, a sharp pinch of pain telling her that her virginity had been broken. She slid him back out to the tip before descending again, pressing him ever deeper with each downward motion.
 
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