Her parted legs and her moaning were more than Orion needed to let any shyness or care aside. Orion was before a she-wolf, a lycana, dressed like a sheep, hiding her claws to attack in the right moment, when she felt abandoned. That was all Orion need to unfold his transformation from a poet to a wolf - after all, his male pride could not let that fragile girl to tell him how to perform love. Never had he feared a woman and Daphne was not going to be different. Of course, all his other girls were not maids, all of them were experienced to a certain extent: whores or former sex slaves. Orion had learned the sweet nectar of the art of lovemaking from experienced women, who surrendered to his will in different levels. From a certain perspective, Daphne was no different from those girls, except that her hymen had never been broken. Or at least, so did Orion think so.<br/><br/>In spite of being taken over by his primal instincts, Orion was still nervous. All his women had told him that the first time was hardly a pleasant moment. The sailor was determined to excel himself, to do different and provide his wife - yes, that was the first time he dared call someone his wife - with the best first impression she could have. Even though he had not planned, his experience and wittiness rather than his instincts would guide his hands in that journey.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, rather than taking Daphne and thrusting her in that position, with her back leaned against the vertical marble stone, Orion decided to bring her to the ground. In spite of her sensual face, her curves and sounds, he manhandled Daphne easily, laying her straight and straddling over her. When she probably expected him to lay on her top and kiss her, Orion surprised her once more. He stood on his fours, with his back arched, pinning her shoulder firmly with his ankles and letting his erection, powerful and swinging, not far from her lips, but out of her reach. On the other hand, her shaved pussy, a requirement deriving from the lovely encounters with another woman, was at the reach of his head.<br/><br/>Just as he had learned so many times from his women, Orion leaned on her pussy and laid his unshaven cheek on her belly, causing her to feel spiked by his hard hard. If she expected Orion to be rough, Daphne's husband was just starting. He slid his head down towards her pussy, in order to swirl his tongue around herouter labia and lick it for a couple of minutes. He felt her body jerking and protesting under his own ankles' tie - Orion did not hesitate to use his elbows to pin, possibly painfully, her thighs against the warming rock. In that moment of control, Daphne could feel the raw strength of a man over her. As Daphne struggled almost in vain, Orion slid his tongue towards her pussy and started to suck it while his tongue, from time to time, entered her depths.