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Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Confident and powerful footsteps of his dress shoes would follow the hostess toward their tucked away booth in a corner of the intimate setting. The dim glow of the crystal and modern chandeliers would be all they needed, which also seemed to accent the rather attractive couple more so than they already commanded. Because of her provocative dress and stunning body, Luna was drawing the attention of many married men seated next to their significant others at their detriment. Noticing this as Gray stood beside the booth, waiting for her to scoot in, a grin began to creep along his warm and soft lips; how did he love to hold power over those whom wished to be him. He loved having things his fellow cohorts could not obtain with money alone. Both of his hands idly reached for the opened inner half of his suit jacket, giving them a pull inwards toward one another and tugging so that it rested better over his mountainous shoulders. Once she found a comfortable spot within the creaking leather booth, the man lowered and began to dust his muscular posterior across the surface of it. He'd stop when he was seated a few inches away from Luna, with her at his left hand side.

Immediately, a waiter would be standing where the hostess had been as she left the scene and returned to the front door. "Madam..." He bowed his head before drawing his eyes unto Grayson and smiling, "Mr. Knight, I see you have company tonight? Ah well, I hope we can make it special for you both. A round of drinks, to start things off?" Gray looked toward Luna with a knowing smile before returning his attention unto the waiter, "Bourbon on the rocks, and a red wine for the lady. Also, just to make this easy..." He'd clear his throat before laying both hands atop of the table in front of him; Gray's voice was so smooth and relaxed. "... two of the chef's selection." His right hand holding up two fingers as the waiter bowed with a smile again, "Ah, the special today is a New York Strip. Medium, sir, for both?" Gray simply nodded, "Perfect." With that, the waiter made his leave in haste.

As they were left alone, Grayson would turn his head toward Luna and drop his left hand against the top of her thigh closest to him. She could feel his rough palm brushing away the fabric of her dress, only to hide beneath it. His fingers would smoothly brush over the inner section of her beautifully shaped thigh, as his palm dragged against the top of it. Carefully, said hand began to trail up her thigh and stop short before the heat of her covered slit, before sliding back down to the knee as to where it repeated. His eyes leveled softly with hers under the dim lighting. "Do I always act like this?" The thought made a smirk push from between his lips, "No. Absolutely not. Actually, no one even enters my personal quarters. You are pushing my boundaries already, Luna. So no, definitely not." His voice was firm and as stern as a dominate could be without giving an attitude. No, he was simply showing he was sincere. That's when their drinks arrived.

Gray's hand remained upon her thigh, still brushing dangerously close before returning to the knee, as he picked up his glass. There was no doubt he was having a hard time not staring at those bountiful, spilling breasts within the dress. The married male across from them certainty was not holding back. With a confident grin, Grayson leaned his glass against his bottom lip before tipping it back with a content sigh as the burn of the bourbon rolled down his throat. "I am glad you like it... and as for which side... well, whichever you want. You don't need a side." He'd suggestively wink toward her before taking another drink as the ice shifted against his glass under the buzz of conversation around them. "Enjoy it..." He'd note when she began to go hard on the glass of wine without regret. Gray kept some pace with her, occasionally drinking until it was empty as their food came out.

"Of course!" The waiter chimed up, taking both of their glasses away after planting the food courses down before them. Grayson peered toward her as he picked up his knife and fork casually, "Steak... eat, it's good." Joining her in cutting his food, the male began to take a few patient bites of the food. As she hummed in delight, he sat back carefully and put the two utensils down. Their drinks were replenished as the waiter then backed away to leave them be. Picking up his glass, the man tossed a sideways glance toward her as he began to tip his back with a healthy swig. Placing it down after, Gray's tongue ran over his lips quickly to collect any excess alcohol as he spoke, "Mm? You think so, hm?" He'd note when she called him handsome. Both of his arms folded across the top of the table as he leaned into them some; Grayson's pectorals drew themselves against the button up, his tie shifting lightly, and the jacket opened up some more while its sleeves drew tighter to his blaring upper arms.

He took a moment to look over her beautiful figure as she toyed with the fork. There was no denying he was studying every dramatic dip of her figure before he leaned back in his seat and slid his hand upon her thigh again. Ignoring his food for the moment, his broad back began to slide toward her against the plush leather. His head came so close to hers, he could almost nuzzle it. Crystal blue eyes peered out toward the tables beyond them as he whispered into her ear, "I would like that, because you're probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Gray's hand, which was resting upon her thigh, began to inch back under her dress. His fingers tickled along the inner half again, before finding itself cupping between her legs. The heat of his hand engulfing her soft pedals would immediately be felt. Gray's index finger slowly dragged itself over the material of her thong, right where her clit would be. Without permission, his finger began to rotate firmly in small semi-circles against that spot, as if drawing it out from otherwise being hidden. As he did this, he whispered still. No one would be the wiser but her to what he was doing, "I want more than just having you on the side of my bed."
 
Luna had been distracted by his touch; it felt so odd and so delightful to feel the heat ebbing from his hand onto her flesh. Her human figure had yet to feel the true touch of another person, she wasn’t sure how he’d react to knowing that piece of information. The petite woman was in awe of his body as he began to lean in, reacting to her compliment. Oh she meant it, she meant it above any other compliment she’d ever given. “I know so,” The woman purred softly. The comfort of his hand sliding back up along her thigh caused a warm, tender sigh of content to escape her lips. A warm, clear blush dominated her cheeks as she felt him lean in, the whisper captivated her mind and spurred on some rather devious thoughts.

Soft, slight twitches echoed through her body as his fingers toyed with the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Her body was screaming with need. The heat found at the apex of her thighs was immense, and already growing slick at the mere hint of attention. A gasp escaped her as she felt his hand cup her core with ease. His hand was more than enough to cover her. “What ar..” Her voice fell silent as she felt his finger begin to circle soft, sensitive flesh causing a soft, breathless moan to escape her lips. “I want that,” She breathed, already leaning her body closer to his. Luna’s knees felt weak, the pleasure was beginning to pool in her abdomen. The fork she’d been toying with fell to the plate, causing a slight clatter. A few people glanced back, but she feigned a polite smile just in time.

“Take me home,” Her voice was a tender plea. Luna had waited so long for pleasure, and she was desperate to have it. Slowly, her hand began to trail up along his thigh, caressing along his girth as it reached his groin. Her fingers gripped playfully through the fabric, taunting and teasing the flesh below. She may have been new to this world, but she knew a weakness men had. Her breasts began to shift slightly with the rise and fall of her chest, clearly displaying her swift breaths. “I’m not hungry for food,” Her voice purred between them, her nails beginning to sink against his upper thigh as she gazed up toward him. No, she wanted him right then and there.

There was, however, a small detail of her not knowing how it would all feel. “I… I haven’t…” Her voice stuttered softly as she tried to admit a rather delicate secret to him. “No man has ever touched me,” Her gaze lingered toward his, a glimpse of innocence appearing as she continued to stare. “I may not be able to pleasure you.” Her voice ebbed with genuine concern, as if her performance could be a deal breaker. “I want you to teach me…” Her breathing hindered for a moment as her lips brushed softly against his cheek. It wasn’t until she heard a cloud crash that she turned toward the main hall, it seemed someone had walked into a waiter, and they were currently staring toward the pair. Her hand immediately shot down toward his, trying to remove it from her. “We should go back home,” She insisted softly. A thought crossed her mind, “Is this why you wanted me to wear this dress?” The brunette gazed toward him with a hint of curiosity. She wondered if he’d wanted to take her as much as she’d been wondering about him doing the same.
 
"I know you do..." His voice was a raspy whisper in direction of her ear, which forced warm breath to engulf her lobe and tickle the miniature hairs poking from her flawless skin. Gray's thick digit continued to have its coarse fingertip squarely draw circles upon the damp cloth of her thong. Every breathless word and gasp forced his heart to absolutely race, but on the exterior, Gray was as sanguine as he'd ever be. A pearly white grin began to grace his lips as he leaned his robust upper body closer so that he could listen and respond to her underneath the growing hum of conversation surrounding them. Instantly, the man knew she was not use to being touched in this way. Her knees and body was already buckling at the second he came in contact with that hidden clit of hers. At that moment, Grayson knew he might have had the ultimate treasure beside him. Luna was possibly a virgin: a pure, innocent soul whom could be trained to be something he always wanted. Her body needed no manipulation, but her talents could certainly be developed to suit his every need.

"Absolutely." There was no pause or delay in his words after having heard her command. Grayson needed to rush back home to attend to her matching lust, and right now was not fast enough. Feeling her hand trailing his tree trunk sized thigh before caressing his thick, hidden girth would have him groaning lowly in a hummed response from the depths of his throat. His finger, in response to her action, would push firmer against the fabric of her thong with the ultimate goal to generate ample friction upon her exposed clit... more so than he had been applying moments ago. Gray's sinewy forearm flared against the sleeve of his jacket and his bicep expanded in relation to that. "I know you're not..." His head turned to face her own now as if to play off the look as though they were an infatuated couple. But Luna's body was too much, and far too bountiful, within the dress he forced her to choose. Every man in the room was snapping their neck to get a look at her smitten with the male to her right.

Her words would force Gray's eyes to linger longer upon her face. His brows furrowed for a moment as if intently hanging unto her every word. Luna's revelation would force him to suck in a deep breath through his nose while turning his gaze out unto the tables before them again. He couldn't believe it. In respect, the man licked his bottom lip and turned his attention back unto her as he whispered in a deep tone, only to her. "You don't know how happy I am to hear it..." There was a flash of a smile before he continued to whisper in response, "I'll teach you everything." Gray was so calm and collected as she brushed her lips along his stubble accented cheek. The crash echoing through the restaurant did not startle her protector, but his eyes did divert upon the scene. "It looks like we've got a lot of jealous people watching." Gray already knew it, as he slid his hand from her with her guidance.

Her question would force the man to smirk as he threw her another knowing side-glance. Of course the dress was absolutely perfect for someone like her... and the worst enemy for all married men whom wished they were Grayson right now. "Not completely. I did it mostly for my pleasure, not theirs." With his words, the muscular Adonis tipped his head toward the general direction of the others. Moments later, the waiter would arrive and take his card, use it to ring up the check, and then return with a thankful bow. Tipping and signing off on the receipt, he would take her hand in his own and mutter to her, "Lets go, Luna."

Eyes followed the couple until they made their exit from the restaurant, threatening more accidents from those whom were staring too hard at Luna's body stuffed within the skimpy fabrics of her dress. Grayson would begin to lead her toward the car, grasping unto the handle as the entrance to the vehicle lifted upwards. He would lay one hand atop of the door over his head, shifting his tie across his taunt pectorals and opening up the jacket of his suit, exposing the white beneath. Gray's other hand found the small of her back possessively; his palm opened and lay between the dimples dotting the tail end of her spine at left and right. Escorting her into the super car with a smile would be quickly interrupted.

"Luna!" A harmonic voice barked over the gusting wind of the night sky cutting around the car. Three men, dressed in black and white suits that matched the environment of The Regional, began to march from the opposite end of the lot toward the rear of the car. All of them seemed either confident or determined as they approached without hesitation toward the couple. There was no denying they were her mate's most prominent body guards: Ronan, Liam, and Dante. Considering their heritage and home, all of them shared a slender and athletic build that matched that of an Olympic swimmer. Dante was the leader of the others, whom were a step or two behind him at his left and right. He was bald with glowing eyes the color of the sandy ocean floor.

"It's time to come back home!" Dante pointed to the floor at his feet sternly as the trio stopped an inch or two from the back bumper of the car. Gray furrowed his brows, released the door and Luna, only to step between her and the men issuing orders. Considering how much bigger he was than her, she'd have to find herself peering around the muscular protector to catch a view of the men she knew all too well. Grayson extended a sculpted arm out to his side as if to prevent her from passing him as he tilted his head to the side curiously and retorted, "Who the fuck do you think you are? She's going no where with you three."
 
The harder his finger worked her, the more her body began to ache. The swell of heat growing within her abdomen tightened in ways she’d never felt before. Whimpers of need escaped her as she mirrored his movements, her body leaning in toward him as if begging for more. Luna paused as she’d confessed her news, waiting to see what he thought. That familiar lick of his lips seemed like a positive indicator. “You know?” she breathed softly, almost humiliated that he could already tell something she thought was a deep secret. Upon hearing his agreement to teach her, the woman could barely contain her excitement. “I don’t know about that.” The female blushed slightly as she heard his comment. From then, it didn’t take long for the male to pay and begin to lead her out of the restaurant.

“So you’ve been thinking about this?” the brunette chuckled as he led her out, her gaze brushed over the customers and the way they seemed to observe the couple. The fabric of her dress swayed from her flesh, revealing her toned, supple legs. No doubt it’s what they were looking at, but she couldn’t be further away in her mind. She was already imagining arriving home with Grayson, she imagined the way he’d touch her, the way he’d cause her body to react. There was almost an impatience about getting home. She wanted him right then and there; Luna wanted to take the final step and he was a man she trusted. He was becoming the centre of her new world and she wanted to share the most intimate thing she could with him.

Even as he led her to the car, her heart was racing. When his hand brushed against her lower back, the female eased into his touch. Part of her didn’t want to enter the car just so she could feel his touch a moment longer. It was as she was about to slip into the car that she heard a familiar voice calling her name. A soft oath left her lips. How had they found her? The command Dante used was all too familiar. The men of her race were domineering, but not in a safe or appreciative way; it was oppression. It seemed her protector acted before she could. Before the little woman could step to the side, his muscled arm extended and prevented her from doing so. The mermaid slipped her hand along his arm, her gaze focused on the men before them. “We should just leave,” she murmured softly, not wanting any blood shed because of her.

“Who the fuck are we? Who the fuck are you!” Dante retorted. “She belongs to us. You have no business with her, and she knows that. If you refuse to give her up, we will take her. And trust me, she’s going to get her punishment, over and over.” A slow, devious smirk began to creep along his lips as he gazed toward the woman catching a glimpse of them behind the exceedingly large male before her. “I’m not going back,” Luna stated firmly, “If Christof wants me, he can come try and get me. I’d rather die than go back.” Dante snickered audibly, “Trust me, princess, if we could drag your corpse back, we would. Unfortunately, Chris wants to breed you. He thinks you’ll make fine children. So we need you alive, for now. Hand her over, oaf. I won’t ask again.”

Luna held the muscled arm before her, fingers grasping across his flesh. “Please don’t fight them, I don’t want you getting hurt. They’re the best fighters from my home, I don’t want to get you mixed up in all of this.” Her voice was soft, clearly meant for him alone. All she wanted to do was escape them and continue the night as if it never happened. “Please, Grayson,” Her voice was pleading as she began to tug on his arm. The men saw what she was trying to do and ended up bursting into laughter. “Follow her lead, oaf. She knows her place. You’re going to have to learn yours. And when we’re done, we may just fuck her in front of you to show you how much of a whore she is.”
 
Remaining silent, even when Luna suggested leaving, meant Gray was analyzing the unfolding situation with engrossment. He was already sizing up the three men standing behind his Aventador, which meant the couple was unable to leave unless the billionaire felt like running the seafaring creatures over. Nonetheless, he didn't know of their unique origin in that way. Instead, they were three goons whom happened to come looking for the most beautiful thing Grayson had ever possessed, and there was no way he'd be giving it up that easily. Dante's response to his initial question simply had Grayson's brows further lowering with the faint lines drawn about his forehead. At the utterance that Luna belonged to them, Gray would take a deep breath through his nose which forced his vigorous pectorals to rise up against the white button up straining about their sizes. There was an anger building within him, but he didn't need to vocalize it just yet. Her protector was resolute yet silent, even as the bald headed shrimp began to run his mouth. When Luna knew it was his wish not to cross over because of his extended arm, it was lowered. Gray pulled back on the suit jacket he wore, leading it down his arms until stripping himself of it at his lower back.

Casually throwing the suit jacket into the interior of the car, the brute then peered upon the trio with the tilt of his head back. "Luna..." Gray whispered back to her as he tipped his head toward his shoulder in order to peer at her from the corner of his eyes. It was all he had to say before telling her to let him handle this. He did not heed her words as she asked for him to stand down. "It's too late to worry about that now." Her tugging did nothing. Grayson stood where he was as a small crowd near the front of the restaurant gathered. The common was beginning to catch some attention from the more rich patrons, whom seemed besides themselves that a fight was going to break out... as if they never seen one. Whether they had seen one or not, this was definitely developing into a pending brawl as the trio laughed at their own lewd jokes. Gray knew what he had to do at this point, and that was to draw one of them out so he could at least lower the odds that were in their favor.

"Best fighters? They look like they belong in a boy band..." Ronan, a raven haired fighter, would be the first to jolt forwards from behind Dante without a care as to the timing in which he chose to attack. Considering the three had been known for being flashy combatants, the five foot and eight inch tall male decided to use his forward momentum to lift one of his legs upwards to deliver a knee toward Grayson's chest as his hands tried to clasp toward the back of his head. Typically, such a thing could break a rib or take the air out of someone's lunges, but Grayson would step into the attack and use a powerful display of speed to punch Ronan square across the jaw with a balled fist. Off balance, Ronan flailed his arms and stepped forward on one leg before slamming into a car with his back, nearly shattering the window. His body immediately fell unto its ass before lolling unto the side, laying unconscious with blood trickling from the mouth and nose.

Liam would be second, charging a few moments in wake of Ronan's attack. As Liam, the blonde headed combatant standing at six foot, saw his friend fall before his eyes his punch found itself floundering. Liam's arm was above his shoulder as he pushed forwards, but his eyes fell unto Ronan whom was crashing into the car. Before he could re-focus and wipe the surprised look upon his face, Gray was already rocketing his right hand forwards again with the lean of his muscular upper body to provide some extension into it. His arm rippled in muscle beneath the white sleeve as he landed a square punch across a second chin; Liam's hand groggily floated in front of him before his body absolutely crumbled at the knees and landed on his back.

With two men folded across the ground at his feet, Grayson stood back up to his full six foot, two inch height in front of the much smaller Dante. Shaking his hand off some, considering it was now bruised and blooded, Grayson called out to the male, "So? Are you going to join in on the fun, or are you all talk?" With a smirk pushing from his lips, Grayson fixed his tie with both hands before looking back at Luna. He would whisper to her, "Get in the car, close the door, Luna. Now."
 
The situation was unfolding swiftly and Luna had no way of stopping it. Her efforts to pull Grayson back were soon halted by the male. She was about to object to this all once more when she noticed her companion taking off his jacket. The way his muscles were displayed in that crisp shirt had her wondering if she really needed to worry. The crowd gathering wasn’t missed by Luna, she observed them before glancing back to the group. It felt like seconds had passed before chaos ensued. The woman watched in awe and horror as her companion began to beat the first of the guards. It didn’t take him longer to render the first unconscious. Maybe she’d been wrong to be so concerned about Grayson, he was bigger than anyone she’d met, and clearly he was strong.

As she continued to watch him, she couldn’t help the stir of heat within her. He was taking them down with ease and precision; he knew exactly what he was doing. Luna indulged in watching his body move, in seeing the way he put the men down who’d threatened her. It seemed that he was all too willing to taunt Dante on, and for some reason, Luna was all for it. It was dawning on the petite woman that he was keeping to his word of protecting her, he’d meant and when it came to showing it, he was managing despite her concerns. Luna soon heard his comment to get into the car. Why was he shooing her into the car? By now, she felt that she trusted him enough to follow what he’d told her. With ease, the female slid into the car and began to fiddle around the door. Once she’d pulled the rest of her dress into the car, she shut the door and remained watching the pair in the review mirror.

“Is she worth all of this trouble? You want to fuck her that much?” Dante snorted, shaking his head. “We aren’t going to be the last. There’s going to be many, many more coming. She has a duty, and she will be brought to serve. The longer you try and keep her hidden, the more we’re going to make her suffer.” There was clearly concern in his gaze, but he remained focused on trying to talk his way out of the problem. He should have realised that threats did nothing to the man before him. In a split second, the man darted off, leaving the scene like a coward. Luna paused as she watched the figure disappear, a frown appearing over her features. Why would he leave? Cowardice was not a trait they had. Maybe he had contacts waiting in the wings.

Luna continued to wait, but there was no sign of Dante. The woman soon opened the car door and popped her head out. “Can we go, Grayson?” She called out, her voice a little shaken. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
 
Dante's footsteps thudded against the cement of the parking lot as he slipped behind a rather tall SUV after putting distance between him and Luna's protector. A sharp inhale would be caught through his nose, raising his much more slender chest forward against the white button up shirt bound to it. Running a hand across his face, the man loudly hissed through his teeth at the sting of defeat. "Fuck!" There was no doubt he almost regret leaving Ronan and Liam back at the mercy of Grayson, but he couldn't think about that right now. Instead, his hand smoothly reached underneath the inner half of his suit jacket and to retrieve his cell phone. Dante mashed the keys to unlock the item before dialing a contact's number with his thumb. Lifting the phone to the side of his perspiring head, the seafaring warrior would wait as the ring of the other line reached his ears. "Come on, come on..." His light brown eyes peered toward their corners as he watched the deep silver exotic car begin to grumble its way from the lot. Careful not to attract Grayson's wraith any further, he sunk back against the black SUV and simply remained on the line as he watched the Aventador begin to roll out unto the road before joining traffic. "Yeah, this is Dante. She's here... I've found her. But we're going to need help..."

Moments before, Grayson was standing before the crumbled bodies of the two men he just fell. Luna's words made his head turn in her direction as he brought his bruised fist before the expanse of his titanic pectoral muscles; his other hand began to massage his swollen knuckles. Grayson's eyes leveled into her own as he muttered under his breath, "Yeah..." With a nod, the male began to step over Liam who was beginning to come back to consciousness. Grayson would look over his shoulder to peer back at Liam, whom was feeling about the ground with a free hand as his eyes were blinking rapidly. Liam had no memory of going out, as he pulled himself up to his knees before getting hit with a migraine. Placing his hands up against his face, Liam groaned before looking over to Ronan, whom was still out like a light. "What the hell... what the hell happened!?" Liam muttered under his breath before crawling over to Ronan, trying to shake him away as the sound of Grayson's door closing hit his ears. Grayson would tap the push-to-start button of the car with a blooded finger before the V12 motor loudly came to life behind their heads, at the rear of the vehicle.

Said car began to reverse before Grayson shoved the lever into drive and rolled them toward the edge of the lot. Under the glow of the dashboard reflecting upon his chest in a variation of colors, Grayson's eyes shifted toward Luna at the passenger seat as a wicked smile began to form across his warm lips. Despite having a damaged hand, the rest of him still looked as good as it had coming to the restaurant. "How do I look?" There was a comical and playful note in his deep and coarse pitch before he tossed her a wink and turned his eyes back upon the road. The loud pitched wail of the powerful motor at their rear would fill the city streets as the beast continued to find its way through the stop-and-go traffic of the inner city en route to the freeway. As he distantly looked out the window, with one hand on the wheel and the other laid across the counsel of the car between them, the brute began to speak up with the tip of his head back, "I couldn't let someone talk about you like that, Luna. I don't care how many there are, or who they are for that matter..."

Clearing his throat softly under his breath, the man let out a deep sigh through his nose as he tilted his head to the side some while still peering through the front windshield. His broad shoulders comfortably rested against the leather seat behind him as the vehicle was brought to a stop near a red light now. As they rolled to a halt, Grayson turned his head then to face her with a casual glance upon her. "I told you that I would protect you. I am a man of my word. So..." Lifting the blooded hand that was resting along the car between them, he would examine it before dropping it back down carefully, "... I am sorry if they were your brother, uncle, or friend." A smirk would push beyond his lips before he turned his eyes back to the road, "I am going to smash their face in when they come at me like that. No question about it."
 
Luna felt relieved as Grayson entered the car. The female didn’t even glance back at the others, no, she didn’t care. They deserved what they’d received, maybe more. Hell, if she could’ve thrown a punch, she would’ve. As they were driving, she heard his voice and immediately shifted to gaze toward him. A soft chuckle left her throat. “Handsome,” She confirmed softly. The way he winked at her sent a stir of heat through her abdomen. His recent display of power couldn’t be ignored. Her home had been in fear of those men, and he threw them around like rag dolls. As they continued, she listened intently to his words. A warm blush entered her cheeks as she observed him. “You did that because they spoke badly of me?” No man had never been so sweet to defend her honour.

“I see that you are,” The brunette confirmed softly, “I’ve not met many men of their words.” The female watched his bloodied hand raise toward her with great concern. Another rise of heat clenched in her womb as he mentioned putting anyone down who came at him like that. A man who could defend himself, and her, was incredibly alluring. He was an ideal mate. “They aren’t related to me. Besides, you just defended yourself.” The female purred softly as her fingers slipped around his wrist and brought his hand toward her thigh, resting it atop slightly. The female brushed over the wounded knuckles softly, caressing them with the utmost care. “It was actually… Very sexy.” The mermaid purred, her right hand slipping down toward his thigh.

“I’m very thankful that you are helping me.” The woman began to squeeze the flesh of his upper thigh, dipping her fingers lower until she brushed his inner thigh. “You’re going to have to teach me some of those moves.” Her voice was playful as she eased slightly closer to him in her seat. “Now get us home, you have some other things to teach me, and fast.” Her fingers began to brush along his groin, caressing ad the flesh beneath the material. She attempted to coax it to becoming hard. It was a rather arousing sensation; knowing her touch could bring him to the point of need. Slowly, she began to ease his pants open, tugging the zipper down before she slipped her hand into his pants. A soft, heated breath escaped her. It was the first time she was feeling a man in such a way, and she was enjoying every moment of it. “It’s so warm..” The female whispered toward him, a slow smirk growing over her lips as she caressed his flesh between her fingers. She had no idea what she was doing, but she had a feeling he would enjoy it.
 
"Mhmm..." The man hummed back to her when she questioned if he had done that on her behalf. Despite Gray's eyes being upon the road, his interest was completely on Luna seated next to him. Her reassurance that they were not a part of her family was almost a let down considering how badly she had spoken of them, but it only told volumes of how cowardice her family was to send men on their behalf to get her back. In line with that train of thought, Grayson now knew her family was influential and had money enough to have paid muscle under their fingertips. If there had been three men, there would be many more. However, feeling Luna grasping his wrist would force the male to turn his head in her direction questioningly. A soft groan of approval would escape from his masculine lips upon feeling the heat of her plump thigh again. There was something about settling his hand upon that area of her body, in such a casual manner, that sent goosebumps rising against his muscular figure. To show how much he truly adored the woman, Grayson offered a firm squeeze to the top and inner half of her leg between his fingers and coarse palm.

The brush of her hand across his swollen one would be enough to almost heal the damn thing. No longer did he feel pain, but pleasure. Every lingering touch she provided him was enough to take his mind far away from the fight. "Don't mention it." His words came stern and without hesitation again, despite the fact that his heart was skipping loudly within his chest. Considering how bad the inner-city traffic was, the couple wound find themselves at a red light with people surrounding them in their own vehicles. Blue eyes shifted upon the beautiful woman beside him as she edged closer and whispered to him. A deviant grin would find itself curling along his lips, tugging wider as her fingers brushed over his thigh en route to his groin. "You have a lot to learn, Luna." His words would be whispered toward her, and accompanied by a groan upon feeling her fingers caressing over him. There was no need to try hard, as his thick and vein laden girth pulsed at seven inches and threatened to expand further against the material of his dress slacks. A fair outline would be seen trailing along his leg as he used the same one to manage brake and gas pedals.

Soon enough, he would gasp out upon feeling her undo his zipper and reach for the piece of him she so desperately wanted for herself. Luna could witness his squared and stout pectorals rising against the button up which tried its best to contain him. Grayson's tie shifted across his chest and the inner halves of his suit jacket opened up some more. Her hand would find a nearly three inch wide, marble hard girth. "Mnnh, wrap your hand around it at the base, Luna." Biting down on his bottom lip, the brute would turn his eyes upon her again as they waited at the light. Another gasp would accompany his words as he peered into her gaze, "Then you slowly pump your hand from bottom to top, patiently. Don't go to fast. Not yet... understand?" A hard swallow shifted his throat as he leaned back in his seat before pushing down on the gas pedal to get them going again.

They were soon on the free way, but the man was much more focused upon her as the hum of the vehicle ran through the interior. Extending his right hand toward her, she'd find his bruised fingers sweeping her beautiful hair before gathering a ponytail messily behind her head. He would whisper lowly to her as he looked out the window, "Lower your lips down upon it..." When she sprung his cock free from the constraining depths, she'd find a up-curved, nine inch long shaft standing proudly on its own from his tree-trunk thighs.
 
It seemed that her touch coaxed a similar amount of pleasure as his did to her. Just hearing the sound from him was enough to coax her further. Luna wanted to pleasure him, oh she wanted to reward him in every way possible. Not to mention the growing lust within her that had been there from the very beginning. It had only grown and further become an issue for her to deal with; he was far too appealing for it not to be an issue. Despite the male telling her she had a lot to learn, the woman was rather proud to coax a sound of pleasure from within him. “Surely there can’t be that much to learn,” A cheeky quip left her lips as she glanced toward the road for a moment. It was clear that her touches were drawing out pleasure from him, especially as she noticed the way his chest began to shift beneath his shirt.

The woman was almost daunted at the size of the hard flesh she could feel beneath the fabric of his pants. Nevertheless, she continue to slip her fingers around him. Upon hearing his instructions, the female slid her fingers down along the flesh. She began to ease the length out of the restrictive pants, swallowing hard as she saw the large piece of flesh. It was far bigger than she’d expected. Luna remembered his instructions, her palm swept up along his shaft, her fingers brushed up along the underside as her hand pumped gently along him. Considering how she was making him react, she was all too keen to continue. Although, she did wonder if this was the best time for it, considering he was driving. Yet, the safety of him made her consider otherwise. He’d tell her if it wasn’t safe, right?

The brunette eased into his touch as she felt his hand wrap up into her dark strands. As he whispered to her, a slow smile crept over her lips as she began to shift in her seat. The female rested her knees on the plush leather as she bent over, her dress had slipped forward to allow glimpses of her upper thighs as she leaned her head into his lap. He’d feel her hot breath snake across his tip as she drew in. The slips of material that had been clinging to her breasts was slightly shifted, the ample flesh spilling out as she began to close her lips around his large, warm tip. A soft whimper of pleasure escaped from her, vibrating through her lips as she began to force him into her mouth. Her tongue began to explore him, licking and lashing across him as she kept her hand thrusting as he’d instructed as her mouth took care of the tip.

A soft, gentle moan escaped her as she rose her mouth from him for a moment, “Am I doing well?” She requested playfully before she dipped her head lower and began to thrust him roughly into her slick, warm mouth. She didn’t stop there. She continued to suckle harshly against him as her hand dipped lower to brush along the soft, sensitive sack beneath. She had no idea what it was, but it was rather warm and clearly soft to the touch. She wanted to surprise him and surpass his expectations, she so listened out for any sign of approval to fix her actions to his desires. Soft ebbs of pleasure trickled from her as she continued to suckle on him, forcing him into her mouth until she couldn’t take any more.
 
Chill from the interior's softly blowing air conditioning unit did nothing to deter the monstrous height of Grayson's eager cock. It continued to throb, full of life, from the base of his washboard lower abdominal muscles and the bulk of his thighs. Even his ample sized balls were determined for attention as they peeked through the opening made in his zipper. Grayson would allow his light blue eyes to follow Luna for the time in which she used to adjust her body and lower her head into his lap; immediately the man's lips parted and a gasp escaped from between upon feeling her plump lips close around his mushroom shaped head. "Your lips..." Grayson's deep and throaty groan would interrupt his words as he swallowed hard with the shift of his throat, "... are so fucking soft. Mmm!" Despite the fact that he was thoroughly distracted, with his right hand holding tight to the ponytail he had created at the back of her cranium, Gray was still navigating the Lexus perfectly via the use of his left hand which was laid upon the wheel at twelve o'clock.

"Good girl, Luna." His words were distant and barely carried above the hum of the motor because of their whispered volume. Luna's heavenly tongue found itself lapping pre-cum that was already dribbling from the tiny, pin-hole slit capping his monumentally sized cock. Grayson simply leaned his head back against the fresh leather of the rest behind it while leveling his eyes upon the road beyond the front windshield. "Too well... slide your lips slowly to my base, and suck firmly on the way up. Keep your... mmnh..." He could barely finish the though as he continued to hover his foot on the gas pedal. "... tongue curled around the underside of it, too. No teeth, Luna." She could watch his large pectorals rise and fall against the dress shirt again as he drew in a sharp breath because of her actions. His rock hard stomach did the same when his back came off the seat upon feeling her suckling harshly. Grayson had to lick his lips to keep them warm. She definitely had out-of-this world lips. There was no other woman whom had lips to match hers, and she had half the experience.

"Good girl..." Again he coo'd to her as he slowly began to use the hand curled at the base of her ponytail to set the pace. His bicep flared against the sleeve constricting it as he began to smoothly pump her head a little faster than it had been moving on its own. Another moan accompanying his words, "Moan around it Luna. You need to express how desperate and hungry you are. Beg for it, even if it's already in your mouth." Grayson's toes were curling within his dress shoes as he continued to keep them straight and in their lane. His head lolled to the side for a moment so his eyes could peer upon her handiwork like a teacher grading their student's paper from over the shoulder. Because they were spilling out of the dress, Grayson would release her ponytail, only to cup a hand along the front of her mound. Said hand slipped itself within the thin strap of the dress, only to clutch tightly to her globe and allow it's flesh to spill from between his fingers because of her ample size. His thumb brushed, back and forth over the front of her nipple as he gasped out again.

"I should have to pull you off, and even then, you should desperately seek more. Mmnh! That's it baby... bob your head faster." His hand tightly groped her mound more so as he continued, "Spit on it and go harder, Luna. Stop being so lazy." The man was determined to get her absolutely fired up and much more eager than she already was. He wanted a pleading, needy submissive who was out to please him at all times, and Luna was the best candidate.
 
The air conditioning brushed along her skin, the cool air twisted and turned over her body. However, the cool breeze wasn’t haven’t any affect on her arousal. It only caused her nipples to harden, the darker toned flesh began to grow tight and hard with every passing moment. The words that escaped her guardian was something she was keen to hear; praise. Her next orders came in swiftly, and she followed them exactly as he’d desired. She began to force her lips down along his girth, moaning as he was even large enough to force her lips open further. The brunette made sure to keep her jaw open as much as possible to avoid her teeth scraping against him. When she began to drift back up, she suckled tightly against his flesh. Her tongue slid up around the underside of his veined cock, playfully flicking the tip as she reached the very top of the thick, alluring piece of flesh.

The continued praise had the woman feeling so blissfully proud of herself. The words that ebbed from his lips stimulated parts of her that she didn’t know existed. The term he used to address her, the soft tone of his voice as he praised her. It was all so incredibly alluring. Soon, she felt the grip on her long strands begin to tighten and cause her head to move. Moans evaded his mouth, and she couldn’t help but find her own moans pouring from her, vibrating against his cock as she heard him command her to moan. Even more sounds began to trickle from her. Upon his command, she began to quick her pace, forcing him faster and deeper, pushing the boundaries as she began to force him into her throat. The tight, warm confined space caressed around him and hummed against his flesh as moans continued to pour. It was needless to say she was already becoming slick.

As he’d commanded, she drew him from her mouth to spit down on his tip before forcing him back inside the slick confines. Whimpers of need began to seep through her as she felt her body begin to ache so vividly. Her womb was tense and all too keen. As most of him filled her mouth and into her throat, soft gags echoed from his lap, yet she continued. Luna had no idea her body could do that, but it was managing just fine, as if it was meant to do it. The course touch of his hand around her soft mound caused the woman to shudder slightly, her legs shifting gently as the ache within her groin began to grow. Oh, she needed it. Roughly, her hands began to work his shaft, desperately trying to coax more pleasure from within him. Finally, she rose her head taking in deep breaths as she gazed up toward him. “I need it, right now, please,” Her words sounded pained, clearly she’d never felt arousal like this before; she just hoped they weren’t far from home.

“Please, it hurts Grayson,” The female whispered softly, edging her body up toward his until her breasts pressed up against his large, powerful pectorals. “It hurts so bad,” Her voice whimpered again. Little did she know, the heat she was feeling disguised the slick fluid that was beginning to seep through her underwear. It was only when she began to shift closer to him that she noticed how slick she was. “I’m wet?” She muttered in confusion, her gaze soon finding his. The limit of her knowledge was clearly displayed for him. “Please, take me home,” It was her final plea as her doe like eyes wandered up toward his.
 
Gray's hand clutched unto the mound in which it had captured from within the confines of her barely-there dress. His fingers kneaded upon her ample flesh and his thumb dragged its side across the top of her rock hard nipple. A soft hiss would spill from his warm lips as he felt her moan and gag over his nine inch long, up-curved cock that was absolutely begging for her constant attention. Luna's plush and soft lips were something he was quickly becoming addicted to, and she could easily get that clue with every gasp or the arch of his back from his leather seat. Luckily for them, Grayson was quite the skilled driver, and kept one hand upon the steering wheel at all times in order to maintain control of what could otherwise go seriously wrong. His attention was not completely out the window before them, but his eyes were there more than upon the beautiful seafarer bobbing her head within his tree-trunk sized lap. Every soft gag or squelch of her throat had his marble hard and monstrously sized girth pulsing; pre-cum was already beginning to dribble in large quantities atop of the flat surface of her tongue. "Oh~mnnh!"

Her words would draw his eyes downward for a moment as Grayson pulled the car off the highway and proceeded down the roads close to his place. "You're doing so well, Luna." It was all the muscular Adonis could tell her at this moment as she pleaded for him to give her more. Because her lips were not upon him at that moment, Luna would find his immeasurably thick cock swaying from left to right beneath her. "Soon, Luna. I promise." Whispered words, full of encouragement, would be offered toward the virgin as her owner proceeded to pull them into the drive way of his lavish home. Much like a messenger of good news, the feel of tires treading over brick pavement would issue a bumpy ride for the passengers inside, but it also meant they were pulling up to the opening garage door to his place. The beam of the Lambo's headlights would shine upon the gaping tunnel of the dark garage once the door had been lifted to grant them access. Just having Luna's large and generous mounds mashing to his chest made Grayson's patience wear thin, but she would not know this from looking at his stern and heroic facial expression. Blue eyes shifted to softly level into her own as the vehicle grumbled its way into its assigned spot. "Of course you are, Luna, and I'll fix it all for you." He would note when she acknowledged she was wet.

Shutting down the car with a push of the button, Grayson then threw open his door as it lifted above the vehicle. Pulling the zipper to his dress slacks forced his hard, pulsing cock to press uncomfortably along his washboard lower stomach. Due to the fact that Grayson was so fucking large, his vein covered cock found it's mushroom shaped head standing beyond the waistband of his slacks and para-scoping itself from the level of it. Stepping from the car, closing the door, and throwing his button up shirt over the top of his pants as it untucked, the brute left his suit jacket inside of the car while walking over to her side now. Luna's door would be also opened as he extended a hand to help her out of it. "Hurry upstairs, Luna. Go into my quarters and wait, ready, for me there. I promise I won't be but a minute, understood? Go."

When she was out, he'd close the door and lock the vehicle while walking toward the entrance to his home. A blooded hand would slap the garage door remote on the wall, as the thing began to silently rumble on the way back down. Pulling open the door to his living room, blue eyes would follow Luna as he made his way toward the open kitchen of the first floor. When she was out of sight, he would focus on getting his hand cleaned up before joining her. Placing his hand under running water, and then disinfecting his opened cuts from the skin being busted after knocking two individuals out, was done before he then also made sure the bleeding was over with. Now that his hand was clean and looked a little more manageable, the brute would begin to briskly climb the stairs as he pulled firmly on his tie so it slipped from before his pectorals.

Reaching his door, he'd bump it open with his hip as he began to unbutton his shirt using both hands. When stepping inside of his room, he'd use his foot to close the door behind him and look for Luna to see if she had done as she instructed. He'd be standing before the closed door of the room, popping off the buttons as squared pectorals, a prominent rib cage, and maze-shaped abdominal muscles began to come back into view as they had on the yacht earlier in the day. "Luna..? " He hummed in a low pitch through the room while stepping toward the bed to get a view of it, and maybe her.
 
The compliment of her actions filled Luna with pride. She was pleasuring him, and improving with his guidance. Clearly, he was enjoying every second of it, which only made her need stronger. As she noticed the car rolling into the drive way, her heart began to race. It was going to happen. “You will?” Her voice sounded clouded with pleasure and excitement. It was the most exciting moment; she would be experiencing what she had wondered about for so many years. For it to be so close, she began to grow even more slick, her heart fluttered in her chest. Thankfully, the car came to a halt and the moment was growing ever closer. In moments, Grayson was opening her door and helping her out of the comfortable seat. “I understand,” the female swiftly took off into the home, her memory guiding her with ease.

The brunette took a slow, deep breath as she began to pace. She was nervous. Of course, excited but she couldn’t help but be worried. What if she wasn’t good enough for him? He was so large, so… strong. What if she couldn’t pleasure him with her body as she could his mouth? After all, she’d had no practice. She didn’t even know if it would hurt or if it would be pleasurable. The female stepped into the connecting bathroom and began to adjust her dress to conceal her breasts that continued to rise and fall with her swift, nervous breaths. Her fingers grasped around the hard material of the sink as she hung her head. Was it all too soon? Too reckless? The mermaid gave a soft sigh. For once, she should be thinking of what she wanted, of what she craved. He was both of those things; and she deserved to have something joyful in her life.

Slowly, she made her way around the bathroom, contemplating what to do. All she needed to do was wait, and soon he’d be with her. A slow, deep breath escaped her as she stopped to stare into the mirror. Gently, she began to slide down the straps of her dress until they slid along her arms of their own accord. Once they were down, she wriggled her hips until the material slid from her frame, leaving her in nothing but a small black lace thong. Luna stepped out of the dress, her heels remaining on her form as she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Once again, she took a slow, deep breath before exciting the room and entering the bedroom. Luna’s breath caught in her throat as she noticed the man before her. She could already see the well-defined muscle of his chest displayed by his unbuttoned shirt.

The woman soon approached him, making her way to stand before him. Without any material to hide them, her breasts remained perky and ample as they began to shift slightly with her movements. “I thought I would help you get a head start since you were taking so long,” Her voice was soft, clearly nervous but attempting a warm, playful smile as she gazed up toward him. It didn’t take long for her gaze to ease down his figure, her fingers rose to brush against the muscle of his chest. He was a work of art. Her soft, delicate fingertips trailed along his body as she began to feel her heart race faster, if it was possible. “I’m nervous,” She uttered softly, her hues displayed her clear innocence with the matter.

Slowly, her hand slipped down along his groin and began to caress along the girth resting in his pants. “Will it hurt?” She asked softly, her gaze remaining on his as her hand toyed with his thick erection. She was making sure that she was clear with her actions; no matter the consequences, she wanted it. “Just… be gentle,” There was a soft tone to her voice as she began to run her fingers up toward his shoulders, shifting off his shirt, or at least hinting toward it.
 
There was no doubt that Gray had been in total surprise when Luna stepped from his connecting bathroom and entered the dimly lit bedroom in only a thong. Considering not a single light had been turned on in his quarters, only the moon provided a source as it seemingly accented an already shapely figure. Luna was breathtaking and in that moment emptied such from the man's lungs. Grayson allowed his light blue eyes to follow the dramatic curves of her breasts, hips, and thighs as he studied her figure beneath the shadow that engulfed the room. A pearly white grin among the dark interior began to cultivate along his masculine lips the longer he surveyed her, evident of the lust held in the depths of his irises. "There you are..." Grayson's words were deep and gruff while held at a hushed volume. The closer she drew herself, the more his head had to dip downwards because of his towering height advantage. When she was near, his silhouette swallowed her up and his vigorous form dwarfed that of her own.

"I am glad you did." A playful smirk chased his words upon noticing the sway of her bountiful breasts literally inches from mashing up against his barreled chest. Grayson seemed the much more collected version of the two as she peered up to him with an infectious smile. "I think I told you before, but..." Both of his large and powerful hands found themselves sliding up along the side of her hips before curling around their sides. Grayson's palms firmly took hold of her and his eyes leveled into hers from above. "...you're the first woman I have ever let stay with me, here at my quarters. You're so beautiful, Luna." His last words were a little more breathless than the last as she brushed her hands about the hard muscles of his chest. Grayson's pectorals tightened up, forming a thicker bundle of mass upon feeling her fingers. His obliques would be found tensing up at either side of his grooved abdominal muscles, which under the shadow of the room looked even more defined than normal. They could literally trap her fingertips between their grooved divisions if she put one there.

"There is nothing to be nervous of." The man canted his head to the side as his hands now began to smoothly slide themselves along the curve of her hip. Up and downwards, they dragged themselves over the obvious dimples located along the small of her back, just before the dramatic and initial jut of her ass's beautiful cheeks. Meticulous fingertips brushed over the minute hairs upon her flawless skin until both sets came to climb the hills of her cheeks. Once they were at the very top of either, his hands and palms squeezed into the malleable flesh. He could literally feel her cheeks spilling from between his fingers due to their generous size, even if his hands were ample as well. When he squeezed, Grayson sucked in a deep breath through his nose in almost disbelief at how good it felt to hold unto her posterior in that commanding way; his muscular forearms could be felt pressing to either side of her stomach in the process.

Her hand would be welcomed to a still stiff and curved cock that was begging for attention. It's fat and mushroom shaped head was clearly poking out of the waistband as it was forcibly mashed to his washboard stomach. "I promise. I'll be gentle. But I'll also make you mine..." His whispered words were like that of a salesman as he allowed her fingers to slip the shirt further down his arms. Grayson released her ass to lead his shirt down to his lower back before it was tossed off to the ground somewhere else. This left his chest exposed, before either of his hands made way to his dress slacks again. His zipper audibly was undone as her hand stroked over his begging cock, which forced Grayson to groan out. Soon enough, her hand was able to grip the thick, vein laden cock as it came tumbling out the moment his pants pooled at his ankles. Shoes and socks were simply stepped out of when he moved out of the puddle of the pants beneath him.

When he was without a hint of fabric, she could now see that nine inch long rod she had been wrapping her lips around in the car. The moon beamed upon his sinewy frame before her as Grayson stepped forwards, grasped her cheeks again with both hands, and lifted her right off her feet with a sharp exhale of breath. Her heavy breasts would find his collar bones as he looked up to her while holding her from the floor easily. "All mine." Carrying her toward the bed, when Grayson was at the foot of it he then lowered her carefully until her back touched down upon it. When she was laying, the male's muscular body followed suit atop of her. He found himself laying between her legs, with one hand pressed to the bed to support him. Their bodies were not touching yet as his hovered above hers. She could see his supporting arm blaring at the bicep and tricep; the moon reflecting bright white across his sun kissed complexion. His other hand softly took hold of one of her breasts and kneaded atop of it. With his eyes looking down upon her, he softly whispered, "Reach down, Luna... take hold of it, and slowly lead it inside... I'll handle the rest. Relax, baby..." Grayson whispered down to her with a smile. Of course, once she got him angled to strip her of her virginity, all he had to do was slowly push his hips in to sink inch after inch before he couldn't fit anymore.
 
Grayson seemed the very definition of composed. The female’s gaze hung on him as she felt his hands brush along her hips. The coarse, warm touch began to cause her heart to flutter in her chest. “Is that why you are letting me sleep with you? Because I am beautiful?” The female couldn’t help but be flattered either way, her cheeks tainting a light blush as she focused on the man before her. Luna was utterly distracted by the way his chest began to tighten and twitch to her touch. He was glorious, every inch of his body deserved to be worshipped and caressed. It seemed that he chose to comfort her, and it was certainly working. The way his hands brushed up and down along her hips, coaxing warmth and tightening in her abdomen. Maybe there was truly nothing to fear. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt the way the male began to grip and tighten across the plush, ample flesh of her rear. Nothing had ever felt so good.

As he responded to her comment, the female paused slightly. “You will make me yours, what does that mean?” The female assumed that sex would be how it would happen, but since he’d stated it, she assumed it must have been something else. Luna gazed down as the male shed his clothing, watching as the large swell of flesh sprang free. It was daunting; his incredibly large cock and his overwhelmingly large frame. How was she going to handle him? The brunette gave a soft squeak like sound as he drew in and grasped her rear as he had before, except he lifted her with such ease, as if she was nothing more than a feather. “What are…” The female paused as her breasts rose up to his chest, the soft, ample mounds almost brushed against his chest. In fact, she almost wished they were rubbing against one another. “All yours,” The female purred softly as she gazed toward him as he continued to carry her. The female paused as he began to lower her down. The comfort of the bed caused her to ease, even if just for a moment.

The female observed his form above hers in the dim lighting; it seemed as though the light danced along his muscles with intent, alluring and full of power. The race of her heart was uncontrollable, clearly displayed by her swift rise and fall of her chest. As his grip began to caress along one of her breasts, the female whimpered with need, her back arching to force herself further up into his grasp. Upon hearing his command, the female began to drift one hand down between their bodies. “I don’t know if I can relax,” She breathed softly as her fingers began to close around his girth, caressing along him with clear need. Luna was concerned he was too big for her body, that he would be far too insatiable for her to satisfy. The female took a slow, deep breath as she began to part her legs further. The brunette leaned up on her elbows as she neared her lips toward his. Her lips twitched slightly as she pressed her warm, slightly moist lips against his. A tender, warm embrace of her lips danced over his as she began to tug lightly on his girth, indicating her readiness.

As he’d begin to push against her slick entrance, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, which he could feel against his own. Soft gasps continued to slip from her as he began to ease deeper within her. There was a moment where she could feel the pressure building as if he wasn’t going to fit. “You’re too big,” Her words came out in a breathless whisper as her chest continued to rise and fall, “Grayson,” The female whimpered as she could feel him begin to fill her with his tip. Soft gasps and moans escaped as she could feel that final pressure before she could feel every inch of his massive length begin to fill her. Whimpers spilled from her parted lips as she eased back against the bed, her legs raised to brush up along his sides before clamping down along his lower back. A rush of pleasure pooled through her abdomen, causing her to push her head back against the sheets in a rush of euphoria.

“Oh god,” The slick fluid that had been building up within her began to coat him as her walls barely allowed him movement. There had been a slight pain that rippled through her as he filled her, as he clearly began to stretch her. Slowly, her hips began to thrust upward to ease him into her, clearly she was beginning to hunger as opposed to being afraid. The sheer amount of pleasure building within her began to force her to rock her hips up toward his, meeting his movements as cries of pleasure began to leave her arched form; her breasts bounced with each small movement, their tight peaks standing up toward the male.
 
Every muscle fiber of his body seemed to rise from under the surface beneath the dim lighting of the room. Gray's actions and moves were only highlighted by the glow of the moon peering through the room as he towered above her; it was as if the martian planet was his spotlight upon a stage. His hand greedily continued to knead and squeeze at the top of her malleable mound as Luna arched her back in a natural reaction to such a thing. Skillfully, Gray's thumb found itself frequently swiping over the top of her rock hard nipple in order to tease it too, as if it would be left out if he had not. A deep breath was sucked in through his nose upon feeling Luna's nimble hand brushing between their stomachs and coming to close around his impossibly thick girth. Said girth had to literally be nearly three inches in width and veins were found upon its surface from root to tip.

"Mm, you have too, baby... otherwise..." Grayson's words were kept at their whispered volume yet also unfinished. He didn't want to scare the beautiful woman laying on her back beneath him. A hard swallow shifted his throat in raw anticipation and his balled up fist clutching the sheets beside her head only grew tighter. Her proficient hand would lead him toward her pleading pedals whom were met with the slick surface of his mushroom shaped head. Pre-cum from him stained her as she angled him just right. Radiant blue eyes peered down silently into her gaze as if telling her to be ready, but she was already surfacing to meet his lips with her own as to where Grayson eagerly returned to favor.

His head canted to the side, breath was held, and lips came to brush over hers tender as his v-cut hips began to push forwards. Immediately, he noticed there was no way he'd fit. His cock head was almost twice the size of her slit, and it's tip was struggling to enter with the increasing force of his hips. Grayson groaned loudly against her lips as he began to *make* himself fit. "Mmmh, baby..." She could hear him struggle against her lips as he pulled from their prior kiss to look into her nervous eyes. "I am going to make you mine." The man moaned from above her as he began to fit inch after inch inside of her after breaking her for the first. Crimson stained that throbbing rod now lancing her insides around it. "You feel so good, Luna... oh my god..!" He muttered with the clutch of his ripped six-pack that was surrounded by his obliques, almost looking like circuitry to his core. The forward motion of his hips, and the absolute struggle to bury himself in her, had every muscle flaring in expanded states.

He could feel her ankles link at his lower back as he pushed in until four inches of his mammoth nine was inside. He was forced to retreat, pulling back until the tip before his broad and defined back flexed between the pronounced shoulder blades. Rock hard glutes tensed up at his posterior as Grayson thrusted downwards again to find five of nine now fitting inside of her, but she was squeezing him so fucking tight the man thought he was stuck. His hand balled up tighter to the sheets near her head as his eyes watched her large breasts bounce with every bump of his cockhead smacking against the wall of her cervix. "Luna..." He moaned out her name as his hand which hand been grasping at her breast now cradled the side of her face. Grayson lowered unto his elbows atop of the bed beside her face. This brought his pectorals to mash against the surface of her generous breasts. His body swallowed her beneath it as the brute plowed home a firm, third thrust which sent her body jolting under him. Sweeping some hair from her face and pressing his hand to her beautiful cheek, he would lean his head down and mash his lips against her again.

That's when another thrust busted open her cervix wall, as his marble hard cock violated her womb to the extreme. He was about to bottom out inside of her now, with his balls mashing to the curve of her ass as she swallowed every inch. It meant his up curved cock was now plunging into her womb, considering her channel was never meant for a human and not one this big. Grayson groaned against her lips as he gasped upon thrusting home another rocking buck of his hips, "Mmh, your pussy is so tight, baby... rock your hips back against mine and show me how hungry you are..." He would cant his head to the side and run his lips along her neck as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts, pounding her into the mattress now as her fluids began leaking from her cunt and unto her ass since his dick was absolutely lancing every centimeter inside of her. There was *no* room as he slammed home thrust, after thrust that began to echo through the room lewdly.
 
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