To a Moment of Passion

“Nero, come on!”

Your name is Nero. Your father is a knight from the town of Haleve, and your mother is a merchant’s daughter. The leaves are whispering with the breeze, and the flowers are all in bloom. It is summer, and you have just become a man.

And, as you have for years, you’re chasing Siria.

She’s laughing at you as she spins, her raven hair tangling around her face and her blue, blue eyes dancing merrily. She’s biting her lip and giving you a look that you can’t quite read, but you are drawn to her the same way you always have been.

“And what exactly is so important, then?” You decide to tease her a little, throwing your arms wide and gesturing to the fields and orchards around you. “Why not slow down for a moment and enjoy the beauty of the world?”

“If you do that, you don’t get the surprise I have planned, Sir Nero.” She leans forward, and you fight the urge to glance down the collar of her gown. “And I think you’ll enjoy it, so….” She smiles coyly and turns, tangling her fingers behind her back and cocking her hip as she throws an inviting look at you over her shoulder. “Your choice.” She’s noticeably letting her hips swing more than usual with each step as she begins to walk away.

“Well, I….” You trail off uncertainly, both taken aback and incredibly aroused by her forwardness. The two of you were my no means chaste; stolen moments had afforded you both time to learn of each others’ bodies. But she was rarely outright with those desires. You can still remember her taste from the last time…. “I suppose I have **** but to follow you. After all, who knows what dangers might be… around these….” You sigh as she raises her eyebrow at you. “Lead on, Siria.” You smile as she stifles a laugh.

“But of course, good knight.” She holds out her hand, quickly pulling you along as you take it. Having grown up in Haleve, you both know the town and its surroundings like the back of your hand, and the small wood near the river is no exception. Deep within there are a pair of old stone houses, connected by a small bridge crossing the river. They are worn down and uninhabited, their rooves filled with holes that neither of you has ever had time to mend. You had spent most of your time there in the house on the side of the river nearest the town, and had only crossed to the other side a handful of times.

It is that ever-present sanctuary that is to be your destination. As the two of you cross the threshold of the first house, you feel that sense of comforting familiarity you always have. And then Siria begins to cross the bridge.

“The other side? You usually don’t like to use the bridge.” Granted, she has a point. The bridge itself might appear sturdy, but with how long the structures had been abandoned even when you were young, that is very much in doubt.

“I have my reasons.” Siria’s eyes are twinkling as she hops into the other house, avoiding a stone in the bridge that had always been a little wobbly. “But you don’t get to know until you come in here….”

As she sidesteps so that the wall hides her, you are consumed by an internal debate. Follow, or no? On the one hand, this could genuinely be something you’ll like. On the other, she’s made insinuations and then come up with some embarrassing trap before.

Shaking your head, you resolve to take a chance. Crossing the bridge, you pause at the small door before ducking your head inside.

She’s inside, sitting against a collection of simple cushions and quilts. She looks much more nervous now, and her cheeks pinken as she sees you looking in.

“Are you reconsidering?” You grin as you see her squirm.

“No. I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous?” Kneeling in front of her, you run your thumb across her cheek. “Why would you be nervous?”

“Because I…” She swallows. “Because I want you.”

“You….” Her meaning hits you, and you trail off. “Oh.”

“And I’m worried that I’m pushing too hard, or that it’s just not a good idea, or….”

“Siria.” You lift her chin as she rambles, smiling as she nibbles on her lower lip. “Do you want to?” There’s a long moment of silence before she nods. “And it’s your own wish, not some sort of misguided obligation?” You laugh as she punches you in the arm.

“This from the man who grinned like an idiot while describing how my womanhood tasted in detail.” She’s blushing outright now, but the way she’s shifting is a giveaway that the memory of that particular encounter is not at all unpleasant.

“What can I say? I can describe you with complete certainty as sweet in every way.” Her glare just makes you grin wider, and you move forward so that you are leaning over her slightly, taking a predator’s satisfaction in the way her eyes dilate and her breathing quickens, her full breasts rising and falling beneath her thin gown. Your hand drifts to her hip, your fingers gently pressing at her behind through her skirt. “And I seem to recall that you rather enjoyed tasting me as well.” Her sputtering and the fetchingly deep rouge of her blush cause you to give in further to your temptation, your hand leaving her hip to begin fingering at the hem of her skirt.

Her breath hitches as she gazes up at you, licking her lips as you slowly lift the thin dress.

“I don’t know what you me-ean.” She swallows. “But I remember you practically sobbing at how good it felt for you….”

“So you’re saying that you weren’t savoring my cock that time?” You lean in closer, whispering in her ear. “Because I remember the way your eyes lit up. I remember how you seemed determined to taste every inch with that clever little tongue of yours. And I certainly remember you moaning in what sounded suspiciously like delight when I came in your mouth….”

“Damn you, Nero.” She’s visibly squirming now, and one of her hands moves to her collar. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No. Just to make a point.” Your hand drifts up her skirt and between her legs, and you smirk at her as your fingers reach her lower lips and feel her dripping. “And to do that. I wonder what made you more wet; remembering me between your legs, or remembering how you felt with my cock in your pretty mouth.”

“Shut up and touch me, farmboy.” Her voice is hard, but her eyes are ****. One delicate hand pulls at the gown’s collar, revealing her shapely tits to you in their full, rosy-peaked glory. As her left hand grips at the back of your neck and tangles in the hairs at your nape, her right begins pressing at your groin through your trousers, massaging your manhood. “I want this, I want you, and I want it to be a good memory." She leans up and kisses you, pulling away only slightly to speak again. “Please.”

“As you wish.” Your eyes are locked with hers as you begin teasing her folds with your fingers. Her raven hair, slightly mussed and a few strands falling across her face, seems to fan out like a dark halo as you push her fully onto her back. Her sapphire-blue eyes sparkle in the dim light, framed by dark lashes. Her pink lips are parted as she breathes in shakily, and part of you preens at the remembered image of this girl on her knees, those soft lips wrapped around your cock as those blue, blue eyes gazed up adoringly.

She whines and whimpers as you play at her entrance, occasionally slipping a fingertip into her heat while your thumb rubs circles around her clit. Her blush spreads to her chest, the succulent mounds tempting you too much to resist. Leaning down, you take one rosy nipple into your mouth, licking and nibbling while you increase the intensity of your actions at her vulva.

“Nero...” Her voice is thin and shaky, and her eyes are shut. “Yes, I…”

“Go on.” Pulling away from her chest, you press your forehead to hers. “Let go. Come for me.”

Siria’s breathing quickens for a moment, and then she goes rigid, her mouth open in a silent cry as her eyelids flutter, her legs quivering and her fingers curling into fists. You feel her pussy clenching around your fingertip, and you almost think you can hear her heart beating fast as the hand she has at your neck alternates between holding the back of your head and digging her nails into your skin. As she slowly relaxes, her breathing evens and her eyes open halfway. She smiles lazily at you as you tease at her with your hand, easing her down from her high.

“I love you.” The words leave her lips in a whisper, and as she pulls you back into another kiss, the warmth of them washes through you.

It’s quickly replaced by a different warmth as you feel her soft hand slipping into your trousers to wrap around your shaft. Pale, nimble fingers dance across the sensitive skin as she gently strokes, her other hand moving to free your cock from the offending pants. Shifting slightly, you quickly throw them off, leaving you only in your tunic as the girl beneath you brings your erection to its full nine inches. She bites her lip as she sees the full length.

“I still don’t know how that fit in my mouth.” She looks a little sheepish. “I don’t know how it’ll fit in me, for that matter.”

“I’ll be careful.” You haven’t stopped your gentle ministrations at her core, intent on keeping her comfortable through this. “Though you weren’t exactly complaining that time.”

“I know.” She blushes. “I just kind of…. A few of the other girls found out about that time and, well….”

“Demanded details?” You grin knowingly.

“Unfortunately.” She’s blushing again, the movement of her hand still slow and gentle around your cock. The softness of her skin would be enough to push you over the edge if it weren’t for the promise of what is to come. “And they were insistent on knowing so much that, well…” She ducks her head. “From what they said, it seems like you’re… big.”

“Maybe.” You shrug. Truthfully, you kind of knew that. Or at least suspected. “Afraid that it will hurt?”

“A little.” She breathes out, her hands leaving your cock and neck to pull her skirts up around her hips, exposing her long, long legs and the wet, welcoming pink of her pussy. “But I want this, and I trust you.” She spreads her legs, inviting you forward with gentle tugs at your arm.

Taking your place above her, bracing yourself with one hand and kneading at her hip with the other, you offer her an encouraging smile. As your shaft grinds against her lips, you both react; her long groan and your hiss of pleasure seeming to mix in the small, dim stone cottage. You slowly thrust forward, rolling your hips and teasing her with your length. Her squeaks and whimpers feed your desire as your cock is slowly covered in her wetness.

“Nero.” Siria grips your wrists as the two of you move in rhythm. She brings your free hand to her face, her own small fingers holding yours against her cheek. “Please. Be.... Be my first. Make me yours.”

Her eyes are shining, her lips parted. Her heart-shaped face is giving off a look of such need that it seems unreal. But her voice is what causes you to falter; she means it, every word.

“Siria.” You pull your hips back slightly, your tip now pressing at the entrance to her heat. “I want nothing more.” Pressing forward, you grit your teeth as the head enters her. She’s murmuring and gasping, and you continue to push inside. Her walls flutter and pulse around you, tight and hot and smooth as silk. But you don’t get far before meeting slight resistance. You look to her, seeing her brow furrowed and her lips drawn tight. She meets your eyes with a certainty you’re not sure she truly feels.

“Do it.”

Nodding, you pull back slightly, watching her eyes shut tight and feeling her fingers clench around your wrists. And then you thrust forward, hard and fast, half of your length plunging inside. Siria cries out, but her expression quickly shifts to slight confusion.

“Are you all right?” Your thumb brushes along her cheekbone, drawing her attention back to you. She blinks dazedly before nodding.

“I thought it would be worse.” She squirms under you, wiggling her hips and inadvertently clenching around you, which doesn’t feel unpleasant in the least but it still distracting. “It did hurt a little, but mostly it feels a little strange. A little stretched, but I feel… full.” She visibly swallows. “Not completely, but I mean, well… Just go slow, okay? And then…. Wait, maybe?” Her voice drops closer to a whisper with every word, and you chuckle as she blushes at her own uncertainty.

“Whatever you need.” You’re not going to complain. Being inside her is perhaps one of your new favorite feelings; her walls grip tight around you, and as you sink further inside the sensations grow in intensity. By the time you’ve buried yourself fully inside her pussy, you can’t help but imagine that the two of you are a perfect fit. Something presses slightly at your head deep inside, and she’s now smiling slightly, her eyes closed and a soft hum escaping her throat.

“Stars, that’s wonderful.” Her expression as she looks into your eyes is almost worshipful, and you suspect yours is similar to her. “I’m ready, now.” The hand she’s not using to hold yours to her cheek grips at your shoulder, and she arches her back slightly under you. You only nod, slowly pulling back. She moans in response, the sound music to your ears even as the sensation of withdrawing proves just as good as entering her. Then, you thrust, buying yourself inside again, your length pressing against what you think may be the entrance to her womb. Your movements are slow but certain, a consistent rhythm forming as you move in and out. Each time you pull back, she whines a little more needily, and each time you thrust back inside, she gasps a little louder.

Your pace increases a little as you get used to the new feelings, but you want to savor this. To savor the feeling of her pussy clenched and pulsing around you, the sound of her voice crying your name and gasping in bliss and delight. The flush that has spread to the valley of her breasts and the dreamy smile on her soft pink lips. You want to burn the adoration in her eyes into your memory and carve your name onto her soul.

Mine, mine, mine.

The hand at your wrist grips tight but never digs in, only keeping you close as you both come closer to reaching your peak. The hand she has on your shoulder drags back and forth, her nails scraping across your skin but never pressing hard enough to draw blood. Her feet have locked themselves together behind your back, locking her thighs around your waist. Her breath is coming in quivering gasps and even as she’s left more breathless you can see your name on her lips.

Yours, yours, yours.

She pulls you down as her pleasure reaches a crescendo, locking your lips to hers and tangling your tongues as you pierce her depths with a possessive fervor. You manage two more hard thrusts before plunging as deep as you can go, swallowing her cries with your mouth as you erupt, spilling your seed into her womb.

You stay like that for a long while, still half-buried inside her as your kisses become slower and more languid. When at last she pulls away, her skin shines with sweat and her chest heaves, her pert breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath. She’s smiling radiantly even as her eyes glaze over as though drunk.

The girl beneath you doesn’t speak, and neither do you for a long moment. There’s a power in that silence that you’ve felt before, often enough that you know its meaning. Somehow, in this moment, this girl with her raven hair and sapphire eyes is more beautiful than ever.

Leaning down, you press your lips to her forehead before whispering in return.

“I love you, Siria.”

Her smile widens further, if that’s possible, and despite her having known it and being told such before, she breaks into tears as she holds you close, the two of you savoring this moment as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

But all good things must end one day, mustn’t they?

You think you hear a voice at the edge of your consciousness.

And what an end it was….