Page 24 of Sins of the Stone

“Know this, Ursulette. There will never be a moment with me when you suffer shame,” he vowed. “I adore you.Allof you. Even the things you hate.” His hand settled on her stomach. The tears forming in her eyes evaporated at his words. However, a nagging feeling scratched at her brain, ruining what should’ve been a precious moment.

“I know, but… y-you won’t fit,” she stuttered. Ramuz brushed her hair back with his hand, his claws grazing her skin.

“Not yet, but I will train your body to take me.” He paused, watching her eyes, face, and lips quivering. “If you will let me.” Ursulette swallowed hard, thinking about his request, unsure what it would entail. All she knew was that she adored how this creature acted towards her. If this was what it took to declare herself to him, she would do so. She opened her mouth to speak but, to her shock, was silenced.

“But there is one condition,” he said. Her heart sank.

Here it comes,she thought.

“There will be no more of this self-consciousness.”

“I’ll try,” she breathed.

“That is all I ask, my treasure.” Then he leaned in and kissed her. Somehow, his lips were not as cold as she predicted, his body not giving her the chill she expected from a cold-blooded creature. Or perhaps he was never cold-blooded at all. Maybe her heat was fueling him, though she wasn’t sure. One hand slid its way down her plump body, grazing the sopping space between her legs, the other falling upon her breast, pinching the apex to distract her from his training below.

He began by inserting two fingers with ease. Once more, he massaged her, spreading her apart slightly, making sure her succulent liquid coated every inch. His digits already filled her up, and a slight anxiety itched at her, knowing another would bring discomfort.

And yet, she craved. She wanted to feel the love he would inflict, the fullness, the pressure. Once he was sure she was prepared, he slid another into her, making her face twist as he continued to stroke. She didn’t notice her teeth pressing together until Ramuz spoke.

“Stop resisting, Ursulette. Your body is tense.” His voice held a hint of command. That tone made her melt. With an exhale, her muscles liquefied, her expression of distress fading. “Good,” he purred, his other hand moving to her head, stroking her hair, bringing her a strange sense of calm. “You’re doing so well, my treasure.” He continued his movements, her cavity relaxing with each comforting caress of her hair.

“I am going to do another. Do not clench,” he said, his voice now solidly demanding, making her insides swirl. She nodded, taking a preparatory breath, knowing discomfort was coming once she exhaled. His fingers were more than twice the size of a human male’s and almost triple hers. It was a fullness she had never felt before. He leaned in, gave her a kiss, and proceeded.

He placed his final finger at her entrance, maneuvering the tip inside, making her fists ball. Her face contorted again. Sweat was dampening her forehead, making her forget about the brisk temperature. Her body was burning with passion as he pressed onward, fully burying his digits inside her pulsating hole.

He thrust inside her gently, each movement bringing more moisture, more nectar, more pleasure. Even though it was the most overwhelming feeling she had ever experienced, somehow, it felt incredible. She craved when he would replace his hand with the weapon between his legs. She knew her body was ready, and so did he, removing his hand from her.

It would still be a tight fit, but she was a slave to her needs. Ramuz slid himself between her legs and gave her a leer. He teased her mouth open, sliding two of his filthy fingers into it. Her eyes rolled back, tasting her bitter sin on him.

“Taste your pleasure,” he said in a low voice. “Then beg for me, my treasure.” He slid his fingers out of her mouth, his hard mass still tempting her, laying at rest against her soft body. Ursulette’s eyes widened at his command, another warm, stormy feeling taking over at his request. Taking a breath, she latched her hands onto his head, his grayed hair falling and tickling her cheeks, and pulled him close.

“Please,” she begged, placing her lips to his ear, grazing his pointed ridge. “Take me.” She could feel a throb go through him causing a bolt of lightning to brew in her stomach once more. His lips pressed to her cheek, speaking against her skin.

“More, my sweet,” he said. “I want to adore you like you deserve.” His gentle touch and alluring tone made her melt, the suggestion of being ravaged sending her into a frenzy. She threaded her hands through his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. He hissed at the sensation, the throbbing increasingwith the seductive pain she inflicted.

“Ravage me, please,” she cried. She wanted him to swallow her up, spit her out, and do it again. She desired to be consumed, shaped, and molded into his perfect image of sin.

Another pulse, and he raised himself away from her body, prying her legs apart. He wrapped his hand around himself, pressing the head to her entrance. She shuddered, wishing he would give her the satisfaction she craved. Every movement felt painful without him against her.

“This is what you want?” His voice was strong, domineering, giving her a chill. “You want me to fill you, little human?”

Her craving almost made tears stream from her eyes. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer. I need it.” Ramuz smirked, then used his hands to pull open her thighs. With a breath, he pressed the pointed tip into her, a cry slipping from her lips.

She was frightened of his girth, but her ecstasy overrode her fear, sending her into a spiral of irrationality. She gritted her teeth as he struggled to enter. His expression grew slightly concerned, but before he could protest, she seized his head, pulling him close.

“Don’t stop,” she snarled, her teeth grit, emphasizing her need. “I need you.” His face grew shocked for a moment, then faded into mischief.

“Yes, my treasure,” he said, pressing into her harder. She clawed at the towel, but still, her body resisted, so he pulled himself away for a moment. Her face softened with sorrow as they parted.

Ramuz connected with her again, this time, her body more accepting, and he was able to slide his full tip inside, her face brimming with shock as an audible pop struck both their ears. He didn’t press further, not until her body grew accustomed to his bulbous tip. Still getting used to the sensation, she heard him let out a hiss.

“Keep going,” she said. He appeared unconfident she could, but he followed her command as the pair tossed demands at each other. He nodded and, with a grunt, pushed further. Her face twisted with a macabre mix of agony and pleasure, her nails digging into her palms as each layer of ridges slid inside, caressing her insides in all the right places.

Warm tears fell down her face from the overwhelming sensation, yet she did not protest. He pressed on, filling her more, until he hit her end, a cry emerging from her lips once he did.

“Are you alright, Ursulette?” he murmured, caressing her glowing cheek. Her eyes looked almost glossy, her chest heaving. Catching her breath, she nodded, her soft body quivering with her sighs.

“Yes,” she said. “Please, keep going.” He gave her a quick nod and began moving slowly. Each thrust was delicate and gentle. Her face of angst turned to one of pleasure, adjusted to his girth, stretching to perfection.

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