As I’m about to protest, I remember women birth babies, so while his size may not be ideal, it won’t break me.
I look at him again, trying to be brave.
“I’m going to make you ready for me.”
Odd choice of words, but we often mis-align with communication.
He nudges my legs apart, and I comply with his demands, sucking in an anxious breath. I squint my eyes shut because I’m sure my eyes look alarmed, and the last thing I want to do is appear weak to Grixis, which, to him, is worse than murdering puppies.
You got this. It’ll only hurt a little. Surely it can’t be that bad.
His mouth presses to my stomach. An odd place to plant, but the feel of his beard against my skin makes my back arch up, pressing close to him.
“You’re so sensitive,” he muses, his voice thick and husky, and God help me, I’m so eager to feel him, I spread my legs further, waiting for him to take his cock out and claim me, as men do.
He goes slow, like I’d asked him to, planting soft kisses across my ribs and down my stomach. The sensations are so foreign, I can hardly control my body, which he seems to enjoy judging by the throaty sounds he makes.
“You smell delicious,”he rasps, which makes me feel good as I’ve never been able to afford the perfumes and fancy soaps that noblewomen use.
His large hands press against my inner thighs. I place my own on my knees, forcing them to stay open for him. I close my eyes tighter, as terrified as I am enthralled by what he’s doing.
Surely it won’t hurt for long. I’ve heard it’s just a pinch.
Grixis chuckles softly. “You’re so responsive to my touch. I swear you’re going to jump out of your skin.”
Of course he makes me think of cannibals again. I swear, this man is the devil.
I prepare my body to be breached, hoping he’s as gentle as he promised he’d be.
But it’s not his cock that invades me.
Soft velvet presses against my core. I gasp, my legs tensing.
What the fuck is this?
My eyes snap open, and I look down at Grixis doing something so repugnant I’m rendered speechless. I try to close my legs, but his enormous hands disallow me from reclaiming my lady parts.
I still can’t believe what I’m seeing. That Grixis is down there…downthere…
And, bless the sun and stars—it feels good!
His tongue parts my folds from my entrance straight up to my mons, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting through my body. It’s absolutely obscene to watch, and oh, so depraved.
He’s eating me. This giant of a man is eating me.
His icy eyes find mine, his brow lifting as if to say,“Don’t mind me being a cannibal so much now, do you?”and I laugh.
He growls, nibbling on my sex with his teeth. I whimper, my legs shaking violently.
I could get used to this. If this is the sacrifice I have to make for protection, I’m all in.
Without any thought, my hands reach down and grab his hair, anchoring him in place as I lift my hips, trying desperately to get closer to the source of pleasure.
He laughs and lifts his head, gazing at my sex with reverence.“You worry so much but are so eager…”
“Don’t stop!”
He obeys, giving me a long lick, and my body immediately jerks in response. Everything feels big, like an ocean racing up the shore, trying to drag me under. His tongue circles a sensitive bit, a little nub that’s only ever stirred. Now, it’s a furious cyclone, ushering in blissful torments.