The First Flower

I was halfway inside her. Rapunzel was clinging to my shoulders, her nails digging into my coat, sobbing softly into the crook of my neck. Her small, virginal body was clamped around me like a vice, trying to reject the invasion even as her heart welcomed it.

"Shh, angel," I whispered, switching to my soft side to reassure her. "I've got you. Just breathe."

I stopped moving completely. I wrapped one arm securely around her waist and used the other hand to cradle the back of her head, stroking the long, golden silk of her hair. I peppered her face with soft, feather-light kisses, her wet eyelashes, her flushed cheeks, the tip of her nose.

"It hurts, Ray," she whimpered, looking at me with those huge, trusting green eyes. "It feels like... like I'm tearing."

"That's the barrier breaking," I murmured against her lips. "That’s you making space for me. It only hurts once. I promise."

I kissed her mouth, gentle and deep, tasting her surrender. As she melted into the kiss, her body relaxed just a fraction. Her hips sank a millimeter lower. That was all the permission I needed.

I gripped her small hips with bruising ****. I bucked my hips upward. SHOVE.

"AAAAH!" Rapunzel screamed, breaking the kiss, her head throwing back.

I buried myself to the hilt. I bottomed out deep inside her petite frame, hitting her cervix with a dull thud. She was so short, so tight, that I felt massive inside her, a giant stretching a doll.

"Too deep!" she gasped, struggling to lift herself off, but my hands anchored her down.

"No," I growled, holding her impaled. "Take it. Take every inch of your Hero."

I held her there until her struggles turned into trembling acceptance. Then, I began to move. I started soft and sweet again. I rolled my hips slowly, grinding my pubic bone against her sensitive clit. I leaned forward and latched onto her neck, sucking a bruise onto her soft skin, marking her property.

"You feel so good," I whispered hoarsely. "You're so warm, Rapunzel. So perfect."

She shivered, the pleasure beginning to bleed into the pain. "I... I like it when you say that. When you kiss me."

"I love kissing you." I moved my hands to her chest. I cupped her perky, eighteen-year-old breasts, squeezing them rhythmically as I thrust. I flicked my thumbs over her hard nipples. She moaned, a new sound, breathy and wanting. "Oh! That... that sparks!"

"Ride me," I commanded softly. "Show me you love me."

She tried. She pushed down on my thighs, lifting her hips and sinking back down. It was clumsy, innocent, and incredibly erotic. She watched our bodies where they connected, her pale, smooth stomach slapping against my abs, my hard cock disappearing into her tight, wet slit.

Then, I switched to the dominant side again. "Too slow."

I stopped her rhythm. I took control. I began to hammer upward. Slap. Slap. Slap.

I thrust with brutal, unforgiving speed. I tossed her small body around, her breasts bouncing wildly, her hair whipping through the air. I wasn't making love anymore; I was using her. I was fucking the innocence right out of her.

" Ray! Ray!" she cried out, breathless, unable to keep up. "It’s too fast! It’s shaking me apart!"

"Good!" I roared, slapping her ass cheek hard. SMACK. "Let it shake you! Don't think! Just feel!"

I drove into her, hitting her deepest spot over and over, showing no mercy for her size. I wanted to widen her. I wanted her to feel soreness for days. I wanted every step she took toward the Lanterns to remind her of this moment.

She started to unravel. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth hung open. The friction was too much, the emotional overload too intense. "I'm... I'm feeling something!" she wailed. "It’s building! It’s scary!"

"Let it go, Rapunzel!" I grabbed her face, forcing her to look at me. "Give it to me!"

She shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, milking me with terrifying strength. She screamed, a high, pure note of ecstasy that rang through the forest, and collapsed against my chest, her body convulsing in her first orgasm.

I didn't stop. I rode out her climax, grinding through her spasms. Her tightness was unbearable, pushing me over the edge. "Mine," I snarled.

I grabbed her waist, pressed her down as far as she would go, and erupted. I poured thick, hot ropes of seed deep into her virgin womb. I filled the unwritten page with my ink, marking her internally, flooding her petite body with the proof of my ownership.

I held her tight, feeling the pulse of my release throbbing inside her, listening to her broken, happy sobs.

After a long minute, I slowed to a stop.

I kissed the top of her head. I rubbed her back soothingly. "You did so well," I whispered tenderly. "My brave girl. My perfect princess."

Rapunzel lay limp against me, sweat-slicked and ruined, a goofy, dazed smile plastered on her face. "I love you," she slurred, drunk on endorphins. "I love the sword."

I smirked over her head, looking into the dying fire. "And the sword loves you."