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chin and looking down into her eyes. “Do you understand that if I put my shaft deep in your tight little cunt you won’t be a virgin anymore? Even if I just hold still inside you and only pretend to fuck you, your virginity will be gone forever.”

“Better my virginity than my head,” she whispered back. “The Crown Prince is staring at us, Roke and you know how volatile his temper is!”

Roke had to admit she was right. They weren’t Mirroring like everyone else in the Court—it was a direct insult and if the Crown Prince called them out on it, he might decide they deserved to be punished or executed for their crime.

It was no longer a choice, but he still vowed not to go too far—not to take any more than he should.

“All right,” he said grimly. “On your hands and knees, little priestess and spread your soft little pussy for me.”

“Yes, Roke,” she whispered obediently and was about to obey but he stopped her with a hand on her cheek.

“Wait,” he said, searching her eyes. “I’ll enter you, Ellilah, and fill you with my shaft but I won’t fuck you or bond you to me. And I most certainly won’t shoot my seed inside you—do you understand?”

For a moment, he thought he saw a look of hurt pass across her lovely face. But then she lowered her eyes and nodded.

“Yes, Roke,” she murmured. “I understand. We’re going to pretend.”

“Having my shaft to the hilt inside you is a great deal more than just pretending,” he growled. “But yes, you get the idea. Now hurry—on your hands and knees and spread for me before the Crown Prince says something about us not Mirroring properly.”

Submissively, Ellilah did as he said. Getting to her hands and knees, she raised her dress and spread her legs, baring the soft, pink, inviting folds of her bare pussy.

“Gods!” Roke groaned as he took his throbbing cock out of his trousers. This was going too far and he knew it—but what else could he do?

Carefully, he fitted the flaring crown of his shaft to the open mouth of her little pink pussy and began to push slowly inside her.

“Oh…Oh, Roke!” Ellilah moaned as he breached her entrance and then stopped just a moment to give her a chance to feel him opening her.

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” he asked anxiously. Kindred females didn’t have maidenheads to worry about like the females of many other species, but an untried passage could still be tight and give pain on entry if the one doing the entering wasn’t careful.

But she shook her head and looked over her shoulder.

“No, I…I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s so much bigger than your…your fingers or tongue.” Her lovely face was pink with pleasure and embarrassment. “You can go deeper now,” she murmured.

“All right. But slowly, sweetheart.”

Roke stroked her back caressingly. He might be taking her virginity, but he was determined not to hurt her. Slowly…carefully…he slid more of his thick shaft into her tight, sucking pussy.

Gods, she felt so hot inside! It was like a warm, slippery, velvet glove was clasping him—it was all he could do not to ram deeper into her at once. But he had sworn not to hurt her and it was a promise he intended to keep.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” he asked again, when he was halfway into her. He had never been more glad that she was a Numalla. The copious amounts of pussy honey she made were easing the way and making it much easier than he had feared to slide his shaft into her tightly-stretched pussy mouth.

“It…it feels good.” Ellilah’s cheeks went even pinker with shame as she admitted her pleasure. “Please, Roke—put it all the way inside me,” she begged softly.

Roke felt his shaft surge. Suddenly he needed to be all the way in her—needed to feel the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb.

“As my Lady wishes,” he growled and slid the rest of his shaft hilt-deep into her trembling pussy.

Thirty-Nine

“Oh!” Elli gasped as she felt him bottom out inside her. Back before she’d become a priestess, she had always wondered if her first time would hurt. Of course, she didn’t know much about sex, but she had imagined that it would go just like this, mainly because the only mating she’d ever seen done was between the zorels who always mounted from behind.

But having Roke buried deep inside her didn’t hurt—oh, there was a bit of