A breath she'd not realized she'd been holding soughed between her lips as he praised and gently stroked her with his big hand, glad that she'd been able to meet his demand, to take him fully in her. It hurt, there was no denying that, and she did her best to ignore the eager titter of the voice that scampered up inside the back of her skull as he lifted her from the table, weighty member shifting and sliding infinitesimally deeper.<br/><br/>His movements made it easier to ignore the skin-crawling voice. Her small hands flew up to grab his shoulder and upper arm, legs tightening to cling upon him as he supported her, and began to set her to swaying against him. His cock remained deep inside, her body feeling nearly fit to split around it, but there were still small pumping strokes, and she began to hold her breath and release it in short bursts, a way to relieve the pain without quite calling on her goddess.