Then we were kissing again, and the next time I kissed down her body I only stopped at her breasts for a few minutes. I wanted to fuck her so badly at that point, but I’d just been drained the second time and it’d take time for the cock to recover. Plus, I wanted to cover all the various foreplay options for me on her anyway, that night, so I might as well eat her out while I recovered.

  The scent of her satisfaction and liquid arousal was… mesmerizing to be honest. But that was nothing to the sweet taste of her. I loved the taste of a woman, and the thrill of looking up into her eyes as they lidded with pleasure, until her body trembled on my tongue and fingertips. But my nymph was truly delicious.

  I went soft, a little rougher, teased her clit, outright sucked on it and swirled it, teased her pussy lips with my fingertips, and fingered her slow and fast, straight out fingerbanging, and going a bit slower with curved fingers to stroke her g-spot.

  It all made her cum like a runaway train. I was starting to think any level of foreplay without pain would make a nymph cum. Which I proved by licking her ass, while fingering her and rubbing her clit at the same time. She came… well I lost count around fifteen.

  I suspected once she’d cum once, she was just too primed and too close to the edge that the buildups were ridiculously easy to achieve. So in the end, all my hard work told me she liked it all, except perhaps that she obviously preferred a very firm touch and harsh treatment of her perfect tits.

  She’d also been ridiculously tight, I mean it’d been a huge effort just to get my middle finger in, so it was just as well I’d spent all that time on foreplay, or I’d never have gotten my cock in when the time came.

  Regardless, she’d be getting some foreplay every time, but probably not as extensively as that first night. In fact, I was pretty sure nymphs didn’t actually need foreplay, but why skip the prelims?

  “Are you intact?” I asked, as I took my place between her legs, then kissed her lingeringly.

  Her eyes were wide with pleasure, glassy with it, and she was looking up at me in awe at the pleasures I’d put her through. Which, was honestly heady.

  “Yes. Nymphs don’t self-pleasure, another reason why it’s so important our male partner never neglect us. We have to be kept in line.”

  I grinned, “Well, I want you to heal yourself after I break your hymen.”

  She tilted her head, “If I need to, I might enjoy the intimate pain of it, and I don’t want to lose that experience if I do, the first time you truly make me yours, and fill me full of your pleasure.”

  My cock twitched hard, “Okay, only if you don’t like it.”

  I had to push a lot harder than I liked to get inside of her. The mushroom head popped in and her mouth opened in a shocked O of pain, despite the insane amount of lubricant from her double-digit orgasms. Of course, she truly was a virgin, I knew that tightness would become accustomed to my fat cock and become perfectly snug and not too tight, soon enough. Maybe a week, maybe sooner for a nymph.

  I moved slowly, burying a tiny amount at a time with a gently swaying strokes. Her body slowly relaxing as I stretched her tautly around me like a vise, softening to take me in a little at a time, until I felt her barrier.

  One insistent thrust had me bury another half inch, and I broke through her innocence.

  Her face was clouded in a pleasured pain, but she didn’t hum so I assumed she wanted to feel it. Whether because she liked a little pain with her pleasure, or simple stubbornness to endure the pain in our first act of joining our bodies together, I couldn’t say yet.

  I reached between us and teased her clit until the pain had mostly faded into a slight discomfort and a lot of pleasure, then started to rock my body again. Slowly, patiently, and gloriously sinking all seven fat inches into her silken depths. The pleasure was unreal and so intense, she had no techniques yet but being virginally tight she didn’t need them, every single movement was a potent milking grind without her doing a damned thing.

  Of course, she wasn’t still at all, instead she was rocking her body in a perfectly complementing opposing rhythm, and she let out an excited wanton gasp as our two bodies locked fully together. She was so hot, so tight, so silken soft around me and the pleasurable friction was blowing my mind.

  I kissed her softly.

  Fiona said, “I think I’m ready.”

  I stroked shallowly, moaning deeply at the potent milking she gave me just pulling out a single inch and rocking back in.

  “Sure?”

  She nodded, “Yes, that felt… amazing. I had no idea having you inside me, filling me, would make me feel this way.”

  “What way?” I asked curiously.

  She bit her lip in thought, then said breathily, “Submissive. So entirely vulnerable, yet so safe with you stretching me open and filling me up. So soft for you, a strong need to pleasure you. I feel… owned, and that feeling is deliciously feminine and exciting. I feel cherished too, how gentle and wonderful you’ve been with me, taking me to such pleasures. I knew I’d made the right choice in you, Damien, but I’d had no idea how right.

  “My mother warned me you might not be able to help yourself our first time, that you could be driven by lust to take your pleasure, but all you’ve been is concerned about mine. So much in control of yourself, it makes me feel safe and possessed.”

  I grinned, “I used your mouth twice, to keep that control.”

  She shook her head, “Mother warned me that might happen as well. You did not use my mouth, though I kind of want that at least once to see if I like it. No, you let me control all of it, let me control and take your pleasure.”

  Oh, I twitched hard in her as I realized what she meant. She was thrilled because I hadn’t fucked her face, that’s what using her mouth meant to her, anyway. What her mother warned might happen, but I was better than that. This was her first night, her virgin experience, I wasn’t going to taint it with selfish behavior.

  “So you’re my submissive and sweet baby?”

  She grinned, “At least that, yes. I loved everything you did tonight, and I love you being in control and just working at your pace and in the position you put me. I like you making the decisions. But that doesn’t mean it’s all I’ll like, or that I even like it best. I might not like rough control of me either, or… you get the idea. But commanding and gentle gets my vote as a yes.”

  I got what she was saying, all it meant was she liked what we did, not that it proved or disproved anything else. Well, we had thirty days to figure it out, and I suspected we’d know most of it before the five days on board ship were over and we were at the first space station.

  She squeezed around me and ground up into me with a needy look, telling me to get on with it.

  I chuckled, and started to stroke her, her face immediately suffusing with a deep and growing pleasure as I slowly increased the length and speed of my driving cock.

  Her body ramped up with mine flawlessly, her back arching and hips rolling up into me, in perfect opposition. I’d said it before. It was the most basic technique, but she was already good at it, with a look of concentration on her face fighting with the pleasure as she worked hard for my pleasure, as I worked for hers.

  I’d like to say I gave her another series of double-digit orgasms with my cock, but third round or not she was too damned tight, each and every stroke into her sent explosive waves of pleasure rocking through my body, and I wasn’t going to last long at all.

  Still, I lasted long enough, and when she went over the edge, her pussy convulsed around me so wildly, literally sucking my cock deeper and milking me with an intensity and silken pleasure I’d never felt so strongly. That was it.

  “Fuck, baby, you are too sexy, too much pleasure. I’m going to fill you.”

  Her eyes widened, and she rolled into a second more potent orgasm as I released my pleasure deep inside of her nubile and barely legal body for the first time. Hell, she’d only been legal for a damned day. Plus, it was the magic, the magic made it all better and more pleasurable, more irresistible, and far more profound than it should’ve been this first time.

  When I was spent, I kissed her languidly as I pulled out, collapsed against her, and pulled her to my side firmly.

  She snuggled in deeper, and kissed my chest with a satisfied sigh, telling me she was an after sex cuddler for sure.

  She said softly, “Thank you, Damien. You exceeded my wildest dreams for my first time. You were beyond perfect, thank you.”

  I replied warmly, “It was all my pleasure. I feel… truly awed and… privileged, to be the one you chose to help introduce you to sex and guide you through the discovery of it. You are totally captivating, and a wonderful woman.”

  She looked into my eyes as if to search for the truth of my statement, then kissed me deeply and passionately.

  For the rest of the night we stuck with the original commanding but not controlling, and gentle thing. We tried cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face to face upright, missionary with her legs wrapped around me, and then over my shoulders. I was a little rougher with her on doggie style, truly pounding my cock home with all my strength, as she bucked back against me wildly, but I didn’t pull her hair painfully or spank her.

  I also left her ass alone, kinks and fetishes were for later.

  I also stayed in her bed, and I held her tightly in the spooning position as we sought sleep.

  “What’s next?” she asked curiously.

  “I figured we stick to one approach for two nights, but switch roles. Tomorrow is still gentle but you’ll be in charge of what we do and when we do it. Nothing kinky or painful. You’ll also be exploring my body like I explored yours, with your hands and mouth, at your pace and choice.”

  She sighed softly, and she wiggled her perfect and petite bubbled ass against me until my cock was nestled between her supple ass cheeks.

  “That sounds perfect. Then?”

  I laughed, “Then I’ll dominate you the next night, in several different ways. Verbally, manhandling, and if you resist, I might swat you firmly to restore order.”

  She said breathily, “That sounds… okay.”

  I laughed, because her voice was far more exuberant about the idea than merely okay. Which was interesting, had her submission to my gentle command of her informed her of deeper desires in that direction?

  Well, we’d see, in two nights.

  “You can also tell me to stop at anytime, and I will, but only by saying applesauce.”

  She giggled, “Applesauce? Is stop not clear enough?”

  I explained, “In dominance sometimes a woman prefers to be entirely submissive, in that case stop will work just fine. Some women like to push the edge, gets the blood flowing, and even enjoys a sharp swat. Some women… and men, get excited by what’s called a reluctance game. I’d manhandle and take you, while you beg me to stop, or even get mock angry and demand it, to spice things up.

  “So sometimes, no. Sometimes stop means go, sometimes stop means harder and spank me too. Safe words become even more important if you like BDSM, when we eventually get to exploring that aspect of sexuality.”

  She said breathily, “Oh. So it gives a woman a helpless out of control feeling, to have a guy aggressively take her seemingly against her will, but it’s just a game to stir the blood further?”

  “Yes, and from the guy’s side it’s a thrill too, just don’t forget applesauce.”

  She giggled, “Right. Then it’s my turn?”

  I shook my head, “Nope. I have no interest at all in being dominated. To explore that in you we’ll need to pick up a submissive woman for you to try it on, while I watch, guide you, and eventually join in.”

  She said breathily, “Okay.”

  I laughed.

  “After that we’ll start in on fetishes and kinks, starting light and moving on until you’re satisfied. Anal sex, light masochism, semi-public, that face fuck you want to try at least once, I don’t have a full list of categories yet, need to look into it a bit, and plan it out carefully.”

  She asked, “Carefully?”

  I nodded and explained my earlier thoughts, “Yes, take masochism for instance, since I have thought that one through. We’ll start with a light spanking to see if you like the sting with the pleasure. Then harder spankings if you do, then tit mauling and spanking, nipple clamps, clit clamp, then actual whips and crops. That way if you don’t like a light spanking, then it doesn’t hurt you all that much, and we can just completely disregard the whole line of progression without causing you unneeded deeper pain. It works for a partial acceptance and enjoyment as well, if you like the first few things, then draw the line and nipple clamps being not your thing, then we disregard the rest by default and don’t even try it.”

  She turned her and kissed me, and she let out a breathy sigh into my mouth as I gently squeezed her breast.

  “So like, exhibitionism might start with no panties, then flashing, then cumming in public with a vibrating egg you control, then semi-public sex acts, then sex in front of others?”

  I cleared my throat, “Yes. We need a list like that for every different fetish or kink, though exhibitionism might be a bit risky past the egg idea, should people catch or recognize us. Something to keep in mind. Umm, Voyeurism too, but we’ll need a third for that, even if only for a night, and I imagine that progression will be very short and straight forward.

  She giggled, then said in a sweet heartfelt tone of voice, “Thank you, Damien.”

  “For what?”

  She wiggled against me, my cock not all that surprisingly was hard again after that conversation.

  “For that idea, for putting me first. For progressions and ruling out things as painlessly as possible. It tells me you’re thinking of me, and not the thrill you might get out of whipping me or slapping my ass with a cane or switch. I gave you my body and obedience for thirty days, and you’re thinking of my comfort, my pleasure, and of… protecting me. That’s what I’m thankful for, I never would’ve even thought of arranging things that way.

  “I also really want you right now. It umm, turned me on. Some of the ideas kind of did too, if an unsure way, but mostly it was you and your protectively sweet ideas to make it better for me.”

  I asked, “Where did you get the vibrating egg idea?”

  She giggled, “Dad does it to mom in service, all the time. It drives mom crazy, cumming wildly in front of over five hundred thousand people, and they don’t even know it.”

  Oh, I think I was sorry I asked, especially because my cock twitched against her hard at the visual it gave me.

  She giggled though, “I know, mom’s totally hot. So… one more round?”

  I hadn’t taken her spooning style, so moved down on the bed and thrust home. She was still ridiculously tight, but she took me a lot easier being our sixth round of vaginal sex. My experience told me a virgin couldn’t possibly take that much sex in their first night, but again, nymph. It had to be that, her body was just built to accept a lot of fucking and keep on going, because I was sure she hadn’t healed herself at all.

  Her sweet little gasp of pleasure, and basic grind blew my mind.

  It was a hell of a first night together.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob, her warm devoted eyes reminding me I’d put her in charge for that day, under the limit of gentle and normal vanilla sex. It was going to be a hell of a day.

  Then after sucking out a load, she reminded me nymphs liked cooking just as much, and made me an amazing bacon, onion, mushroom, and cheese omelet, and fresh baked biscuits and gravy from scratch. She was spoiling me, and I suspected part of that was because of the way I’d treated her, and how seriously I was taking her comfort and guiding her in her sexual awakening. But a part of it was also because it was simply her nature as a nymph. They lived for sex, cooking, gardening, life, fertility, and magic.

  After breakfast she took me back to bed, and truly put me through my paces, so much so that at one point she used magic to heal and restore my stamina.

  Then around ten thirty she surprised me with a blunt speech after riding me hard and putting me away wet.

  “Okay, it’s not for me. I mean, it was fun at first because it was new and different, but I don’t want to be in charge. I came so much harder, and loved it so much better, when you were in charge. So maybe on rare occasion I might need to rock your world, but I think mostly I need to be your submissive and be told what to do, so I can just focus on relaxing, feeling owned and protected, and working hard for your pleasure in whatever it is we’re doing.”

  “Okay. Fair.”

  She grinned, “I guess that means I won’t like domination either.”

  I waved a finger, “Don’t jump to conclusions. Your dynamic with females will be completely different, you might just like being in charge of them, or even dominating them, while your submissive to me.”

  She pondered that a moment, “Good point, so we’ll still try it. So, it’s still early, do we skip ahead?”

  I shook my head, “We have plenty of time, so let’s just enjoy what we know you enjoy when a day of discovery ends so early. I don’t know about you, but just normal sex won’t ever get old.”

  She pouted.

  “Be good, or I won’t hold you down and fuck you tomorrow morning.”

  She giggled, “Fine, and you’re right, I’ll never get tired of feeling cherished with your gentle loving, especially the vigorous kind.”

  I snickered, “So, we leave in eight hours, and we’ll be alone together for five days straight working out, fucking, eating, and sleeping. Is there anything you want to do before we go?”

  She chewed her lip, “You mean get out of bed?”

  I snorted, “Yes,” I held her tighter against me, “But only if you want. I thought you might want to talk to your mom, or your dad. I’ll need some alone time to work up a list of categories and those progressions, and you can review them and tell me what you think before we go ahead with them.”

  She grinned uncertainly, “Tired of me already?”