The First Time - Written by Lord Artex La Mara 

The way her lips felt and tasted when they kissed, it was electric. It sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his body. He knew the moment they met, and the moment he laid eyes on he,r that she was his. The fire that burned within him, the desire that he held, grew to a fever pitch. His large hands roamed her body when they embraced, and she fell into them. Her eyes brought the same level of passion that he had for her, and when their lips met, everything else in the world melted away. 

She wasn't as seasoned as he was, and her kiss met with a soft, whimpering tremble. Wanting to shower him with the same love and passion he had always given her, but unsure of how to show it, how to explore that side of her.

 The side she always kept hidden, the side no one but him had seemed to truly understand. He SAW her, looked into her soul, and saw what she truly was. She let out another trembling moan against his lips, her petite frame pressed into his large stature. Towering over her, as he continued to share the most intimate kiss she had ever felt in her life. Her tongue explored his, her hands traced every line of his features, from his beard to his strong chin and muscular chest. 

Taking in the form of the man before her, not a man, no, but a God. Delicately, she placed her hands along his chest, exploring the ridges of his muscles, taking him in and breathing him in deep. Understanding that giving herself to him would change the course of her life, that there was no going back anymore. This was the moment, the need and time for talk had passed, and it was her time to express her desire, to share her passion. It had been boiling within her for months. Lighting her body on fire, igniting her very drive to become the woman she knew she could be and not the girl any longer, deepening the kiss once more. 

The feeling of her body pressing into his stirred his arousal, inflamed him to a hardness that he had never felt. Something about her beauty and the way her body was truly excited him. It brought him into her world, it cast him under her spell, and for someone so innocent in the ways of life and love, she seemed to know what she was doing. The lure of her form brought him to her Temple to worship it and enjoy it. To admire it and love it. He needed her as badly as she needed him, and the night was theirs. 

A brief moment in time that was to be shared and remembered for the rest of time. He traced the soft skin of her petite/curvy body. It ignited her and aroused her. 

She felt a heated desire burn within her, it growing harshly, the storm swelling within her and between her and him now as roaring and becoming more than just pure lust. She parted lips from his own for a brief moment before keeping them inches away from him, the heat between the two of them could start a fire, and she brought herself up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "I need you," she said in a husky voice, tone filled with lust and desire as she brought her gaze to his. 

A confirmation of her true desire and need for her lover. She trusted him, knew he would take care of things, and knew how to handle this situation. Without words, he removed her garments, exposing her body, bare to the world and himself now as he trailed his hands down her skin. Slowly exploring her, exploring what she had to offer, it caused goosebumps to form over her body. Never had she been touched in such a manner as it swelled within her loins. Igniting her flame, she gave a soft moan and a harsh whimper, trembling at his touch at first, her body shaking, while he explored her once more. He moved behind her and brought his arms around her, once more guiding her with his experience. 

Taking his lead, she fell into his embrace, tilting her head to the side and giving another soft moan in the process. 

She felt his lips upon her neck, making her body arch out in response to him, the goosebumps disappearing and the whimpering turning to moans of desire. She brought one of his large hands down her body, it slowly tracing down her stomach and gliding down to her center, pressing and teasing on her wet lips as he continued to kiss her neck and gently moan in her ear, igniting her body and fueling her passion. Causing her to slightly buck against his fingers as they explored her wet caverns, causing more desire to drip down her thighs and her nipples to harden at the touch of his hands and body pressed against hers. 

She could feel his own hardening at the touch of her petite body, her younger frame pressed into his and teasing the manhood between his legs, causing it to grow at a steady pace. She aroused him, inflamed him, ignited him, and opened his world to so many possibilities and ideas that he could not resist her anymore. The urge to keep her untouched and unspoiled had long since left his reason, and she needed him to be her first. To give him the most precious gift a lover could give another, she wanted him, and he needed her.  Standing behind her, he continued to explore her body, causing a great sensation to ignite in her arousal, as more of her core inflamed beyond reason or control, the damn swelling and ready to burst already, with such expert hands finding their marks each time they roamed her. 

How could she show the man her gratitude? He treated her like a Queen, respected her, and waited to give himself to her this way until she was ready. Never pressed her, gotten to know her for her, and never saw her as a vessel for his manhood, but as an equal partner. She spread her legs a little to show him the fruits of his labors, to show that his love and time invested in her would bear such delicate/delicious fruits that her Temple was now his to worship in and to love. She turned and placed her naked form against his; she could feel the heat from his thick steel piercing the very fabric of her reality now. It nearly broke her right then and there, but she held firm and wanted him to see she could handle the beast he had to offer. 

He picked her up in his arms, his muscles rippling through his body, showing off the veins and the scars of his life, cradling her so gently and tenderly. She felt so helpless in his arms, so small. It made her body tremble and shake in his arms, and once more she gave a soft, whimpering moan. She knew what was coming and was ready for him. The lust consumed her; her fire raged within her. Too long had she had this frustration of not feeling loved or desired build within her, and too long had it burned and ate away at her very spirit. She needed him and embraced him as her beloved and shared this intimate moment with him. He lay her gently down on the bed, the satin soft to the touch, caressing her skin and body while he lit some candles and smiled. 

Moving above her now, he pressed himself into her for the first time, caressing the very inner walls as the steel thrust home now. Percing the very walls of her aroused temple, the nectar from her dripped and coated the beast that was now thrusting home. Each thrust was slow, so she could enjoy it, get a feel for it. It broke her in so many ways, her world collasped and everything else melted away but him. Pleasing him, pleasing herself. She couldn't breathe; the sensation of him entering her for the first time was overwhelming to her. Driving her with a mad heat that consumed her very essence. It made her moan, her body began to buck against his, as if instinct had taken over, giving into the primal urges of lust now. 

Their bodies began to form a sort of dance, matching each thrust with a delicate, yet hard move of her own. Meeting his needs and pulling him in deep, she could feel him now fully. He filled her entirely and broke through, changing the girl to the woman and taking the gift she had so freely offered him. She was no longer innocent or untouched; he had claimed her, and she needed him so badly. She was so grateful and happy that he claimed her, he was her first and many times after, that she exploded in an intense wave of pleasure. The sweet nectar of her oozed from her inflamed body, running all over his massive beast as it continued to explore the deep, inner caverns of her aroused core. 

Each time he moved into her, it made the bed shake the very foundation she was holding close to her, seemed to shatter in his wake now as he had broken her. She arched her body and came, and exploded, her loins on fire for his touch and the manner in which he pleased her as he was buried in deep inside of her, feeling her warmth was over him and kissing her deeply in return. Sharing the same passion and desire she had given him, and what seemed like hours of this dance, this new sacred ritual they were performing, he finally gave in and burst as she had done so earlier. 

The dam broke, and an intense sea of his orgasm plunged deep within her core. He moaned for her and held her in his arms, wrapping her in his arms as he too shared his passion with her that night. 

He gave in to her lust, building the desire to the point of no return, and it all culminated in an intense orgasm that shook their very foundations to their core.

 He groaned hard into her, leaning his head into her body, having her cradle it gently while they both came off the highs of their orgasms. Beads of sweat dripping from their bodies while the two held each other closely, he pulled out gently to make sure she wasn't in pain, signs of him turning her into the woman she is now stained on his manhood as he lay next to her and embraced her close into his large frame. 

Forever knowing they would both share this moment, knowing that this moment and their love and bond would truly withstand the sands of time and last for an eternity.