his path. Snow did not think she could talk him out of this position. But she did try.
"I think we will have more enjoyment another way." She tempted him with a sweet voice.
Fortunately, she did not see the flash of a grin behind her.
"That may be. . ." He gave her a moment of hope before he came in for the kill. "Yet, we will never know." His finger quickly tested the moisture between her legs. Snow's mouth opened in shock, but nothing surfaced in response. Probably because he was insinuating his knee directly between her clenched thighs.
He wasted no more time. He simply slid the swath of her hair aside, and sharply clamped down on the back of her neck with his teeth .
Then he pressed between her nether lips. Snow was not happy with the position. She thrashed. He held her still, barely embedded in her lush folds. In her sweet liquid.
It had been hard for him to stop his forward momentum, but he had no desire to hurt her. When she tried to buck him off, a cautionary growl near her ear was all the warning she got.
It was enough.
The Familiar first mating position was instinctually male dominant. And so it had been for their people since the beginning of time. He was embedded in her–just past the portal. And although she had no one to compare him to, she was sure he was rather large.
A tiny tear cascaded down her cheek.
He tenderly licked it away.
"The discomfort will subside shortly. Then you will see how this Familiar will make you cry with pleasure. Never pain again, my Softcat ." With that he sharply nipped her ear, then soothed the spot with a gentle sweep of his tongue. The acute sting of his bite took her mind off the burning for a moment–which was, no doubt, his intention. Feeling her inner muscles ease slightly around him, Salair did not stroke, but bore down against her inner walls, sliding ever so slightly forward as he did so. The tender inner muscles immediately clamped around him. Rich, viscous fluid coated him anew. She might be sore, but his Softcat wanted him.
He swallowed the groan rising in his throat. The feel of being inside her! Surely, this mating thing was underrated, for had he known how good this would be, he would have searched for his mate from the day he reached his adulthood. His member throbbed inside her.
His fingers intertwined tightly over hers.
Snow could feel him bear down inside her. It was somewhat enjoyable, but not enough to override the stinging discomfort.
The tip of his member came right up against the shield of skin blocking his way. Experimentally, Salair tapped against it.
He was a full-blooded, strong male in his prime–but her whimper almost brought him down. Between his difficult, snug fit in her, and the firm, tight walls, he knew that this was not going to be so easy.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, he lifted her up and back into him as he drove downward. A ragged cry issued from Snow.
The metallic smell of blood assailed his nostrils. He thought he might be able to help her, so he sharply bit the back of her neck once more, locking her in place. Only this time he enhanced lightly.
Snow moaned aloud. Pleasure played with her pain.
"What-what do you do, Salair?"
{Males have the ability to enhance the sexual act. I thought if I gave you a slight taste of enhancement, the discomfort would subside.}
Her eyes went wide. "I did not know males could do that. I have never heard the villagers speak of it; nor even boast of it in the taverns–as the men are wont to do."
{That is because men cannot. Only male Familiars have such gifts.}
"Is that why the slavers seek you out? And why the males fetch such high prices at the auctions?"
{It is one reason.} He answered rather cryptically. She wondered what other reasons there could be. "Ah, Salair, what did you mean by a s light taste?" His answer was a low laugh followed by a short burst of true enhancement.
Snow's fingers clenched the grass as she screamed, her yells of ecstasy echoing through the