<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)   </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered<hr/>Biting her lower lip and turning her face away, Rowan strokes her fingers down Will's back and enjoys the sounds of his breathing, the feel of his frame lovingly poised over her, the weight of him pressed into her, the kisses at her throat and mouth.  Her eyes drift to the dark ceiling, and dreamily they flutter as he eases himself between her thighs.  She relaxes, feels the pressure of him there-- part of her rebels, clenches out of fear-- she knows he must feel it, and she is terrified, for just a moment, that she'll disappoint him, or she'll ruin this moment that she wants so much.  With a steadying breath, she presses her lower hips against him just as he readies himself, and she decides...<i>oh, well, yes, okay... that actually feels really really good... I should let myself have this moment with Will... I have to just relax, and let this moment happen as it's supposed to, because... well... it</i><em>is</em>supposed to.  It's not like I'm broken.  I'm not.  I'm not ruined.  I'm... I'm a woman, damnit, and--</> as she felt a little bolder, and lifted her hips again, and her clit rubbed against his insistent hips, a little jolt of electricity--<i>Oh, yes, that will help.</i><br/><br/>Her breath catches at the moment that he starts to enter her, and she knows that he's starting to feel the insistent drive more and more, and that he won't be denied-- and despite her initial fear, her hunger, her many-time nightmares and her one-time wound that has haunted her for so long, she opens her thighs wider, she breathes and she relaxes... and "Oh," she says softly, cupping his face, staring deep into his eyes, her mouth agape and her breath ragged, "Oh, gods Will, I wish..." and he manages a little entry, then a little easing out... letting her inner lubrication do its work, mingling little by little and easing more and more each attempt, coaxing her along like a scared animal.  "Mmm..." she bites her lip because it feels good, then she can't contain it, "oooooh gods that feels so..." and then he reaches her channel, and the honey flows free and hot, coating him, and she clenches and relaxes and he glides out and in freely.  The next stroke is to her core, which he reaches.  The scar tissue is sensitive and tingling like the heart of her, virginal but for the touch of pain long ago.  She emits a moan, her shoulders pressed to the mattress, her back arching up from the bed, her ass pressed forward as her hips meet him and she emits a cry of sustained, fulfilled want, desperate and hungry for more... "Oh god Will, I wish, I wish..." she kisses him, she holds him there with muscles she hasn't used, she clenches him and squeezes and keeps him inside and releases and he buries himself again.  She gasps and cries out in ecstatic pleasure and tosses back her head in a sharp in and out of breath that is high and lovely and free.  "Oh gods I wish you were my first," she says, gripping his lower back and buttocks and willing him to free himself, to go wild within her body.