Lunari's eyes dipped down as Nirael shifted above her.  Her eyes glancing towards his shaft as he moved, then her gaze drifting back up towards him.  The look of nervousness on her face was apparent, but her chest rose and fell rapidly, excitement blushing her face and chest a slightly darker shade then the normal light lavendar.  While she might be nervous, her erect nipples, undulating body, and swollen sex screamed out her eagerness, even when she did not voice it.  However as he mentioned her form, she bit her lip and looked slightly downwards.  If those words were a misstep on Nirael's part, she neither said anything nor did she stop him.  Her hands rising up as he moved up above her, taking hold of his shoulders.  Her fingers were long and delicate, but strong, the hands of a woman who knew how to hold a blade or find cracks in a wall to pull her supple body up.<br/><br/>She gasped again as Nirael's fingers traced the moist cleft of her smooth and hot sex, half a breath, half moan.  But when his shaft touched her lips, she outwardly moaned, the sensation of his hard wet head against her lips teasing for the moment.  Unable to resist herself, she arched her hips, her moist inner lips rubbing against him, inviting him inwards.  Then he wrapped his arm around her and pushed forwards as his mouth met hers.  Her lips were hungry for him as she was penetrated for the first time in her life.  Nirael felt a bit of resistance as his head slipped between the slick folds, and Lunari gasped, and quickly bit down on her lower lip.  But then the resistance gave way and he found himself sliding deeper into her tight wet passage.<br/><br/>Nirael had deflowered women before and had expected a tight passage, but Lunari was no farmer's daughter or barmaid seduced into giving up her cherry.  Lunari was an athletic elven woman.  Her silken walls clenched at his shaft with a slick ferocity bourne of excelent muscular control as well as the fact that he was pushing into unexplored carnal territory.  Her body quaked as his fingers stroked the top of her petals where pale hardness sank slowly into purple slickness and she exhaled a long breath, then shifted her legs slightly beneath him, opening her stance slightly.<br/><br/><em>"You are a woman, and I hope to dare say, my woman..."</em>he whispered into her ear and she nodded, her white hair rustling on the rumpled bedclothes.  She pulled her feet up slightly, arching her knees and making the passage slightly easier as he continued to slowly sink down into her.  His hand pulled her back upwards, changing the angle, and she gasped again suddenly.  Her eyes snapped open as the difficulty faded, the pain replaced by a low ache, but now a wonderful new sensation filled her.  The feeling of his hardness inside of her, his heat, filling her, stretching her... it was no longer strange and uncomfortable, but somehow, perfect.<br/><br/>As his fingers brushed wetly against her nipple her eyes rolled back in her head as new sensations shot through her body.  An electric jolt that went from that nipple to her navel, then down to her stretched sex.  It was no longer pain, but the delight of the body that filled her.  Her mind thought of the rocks she would leap from to splash into the cold pond below.  That moment when she was in the air, and there was nothing, just her and the sky.  As if for a moment she had left the world behind.  But even that analogy paled in comparison.  Her body trembled slightly and she knew she wanted more, needed more from this man, from her lover.<br/><em><br/>"There is no greater joy than to initiate another to the pleasures of the joining, especially one you care about, but I believe there's much to explore together and I simply hope to leave you wanting to explore with me as much as I want to be with you..."</em><br/><br/>For some reason his very words sent thrills down her spine, an echo, a counterpoint to the new sensations that her body was overwhelming her with.  Her silver eyes snapped open even as she felt the passage growing easier, her most intimate space growing even wetter, wanting him fully inside of her, wanting to feel everything.<strong> "Yes Nirael, all this time, I waited, I want you to be the one to show me..."</strong>Her words were cut off as his cock finally reached the bottom of her well.  A deep pressure on the core of her, his hardness wanted to go further, was pushing against her, inside her.  It was a different kind of pain, a pressure, and one that made her toes involuntary curl onto the bed-sheets as she curled her fingers as well.  The tips of her fingers pressing into his shoulders she nodded at him, confirming her words.<br/><br/>Then his mouth was on her again and she was engulfed in his passion, inflamed by his kiss.  How perfect was this?  A part of her wondered why she had waited, could it have been this good before him?  She doubted such a thing possible.  Then her eyes opened again as they kissed, she hadn't even realized that they'd closed, but the horror of what was happening caused her to start.  His fullness, his hardness, it was withdrawing.  That deep pressure on the darkest part of her core was withdrawing.  She could feel every agonizing moment of his slow withdrawal.  Her silken walls seemed to clench him, begging him not to take this gift from her.  But it was only a matter of moments, when again his hips pushed forwards and suddenly she was filled again, more quickly this time.<br/><br/>Stars exploded behind her eyes as he slid all the way in, his hardness pressing into the back of her, electric explosions of lightning and fire running through her body as he filled her once again.  Then slowly withdrawing, and this time, with the promise of another thrust, it wasn't sad or scary, it didn't feel like she was losing him.  She knew that the withdrawal was only preparation for another invasion.  Just as every inhale must have an exhale, she ground her body up against him, her breasts crushing into his chest, her nipples dragging hard against his skin as she delighted in every single invasion of his manhood.<br/><br/><strong>"I..."</strong>she gasped after what was either an eternity or only a few seconds, she could not tell,<strong>"I feel so... I feel like I'm...." </strong>She bit her lip as the pleasurable waves washed through her body, building with each crashing wave.  Each sliding slick sensation did not give her surcease, but only built upon each other, water washing over the banks of a river bed, more and more, each time, stronger and stronger.  She knew, in her head, what was to come, but she was not prepared, so great were the sensations, she felt as if she must scream to let out the joy, the pleasure, the pressure, how could she manage to take it?<strong> "What do I do?  I want to scream!" </strong>she cried out her fingernails pressing into his flesh as her whole body tensed like a drawn bowstring.