Breath hissed sharply through Delaena's teeth as she inhaled. Her hands moved to Altair's upper arms, holding on tightly when he stroked her clit. She felt the heat between them like fire, burning in her body and his. She was burning with desire, and she wanted to know every inch of his body. She needed to feel him. When she felt the tip of his prick, her heart nearly stopped. She glanced down and let out a soft gasp. The women of the planet had created toys and other items to pleasure themselves and each other, and of course there were fingers and tongues, but this... She swallowed hard, moving her eyes back to his.<br/><br/>She was afraid, almost about to ask him to stop, but when he started pushing inside her all she could do was moan. The sound was low and throaty, and escaped her with hardly a notice. She kept her eyes on his, all doubt gone from them. Her grip tightened, pulling him closer. The priestess leaned up and pressed her lips to his again, lifting her hips slightly to encourage him. She was expecting the pain, and she welcomed it. Very few of the women of Eve had had their hymen broken, but it was considered a rare and sacred occurrence. How better, then, to do so in a temple of the gods? Delaena could feel the magic running through her, the energy. She could feel her arousal growing, her need for him growing.<br/><br/>She laid back completely, pulling Altair on top of her without breaking the kiss. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip gently, hands now moving up and down his back. She lifted her hips and felt him stretch her and fill her a little bit more, and she moaned again. She knew the pain was coming soon.