He slapped the tree next to my head and made me tighten and jump. He gasped. "Please, Zira." He panted. "Do something. Move!"

I was shocked by the raw pain on his face. I did as he told me, and reached around to grip his buttocks and pulled him toward me. Inserting him to the hilt in my warm sheath.

He tossed his head back, throat sweating as he groaned in relief.

I lightened my grip and slid my hands back.

He followed my touch to retreat out of me.

Then I pulled him in again. Yanking him in hard.

"Ah, Zira!" He shouted in pleasure.

I continued the motion. Shocked by the sheer power I had over him as I let him in and out of me. Controlling how fast he could move. My pleasure was building. Winding like a serpent through my core. Without thinking, I hooked one heel over the back of his calf so I could offer him more. Pulling his buttocks to make him enter me again. Until he probed my womb.

I winced. Gasping at the sharp pain. And loosening my grip to guide him back out.

Ouch. That hurt. But I was more comfortable. Realizing that I was controlling this and could adjust when something pained me, made me feel immensely empowered.

I gave him a triumphant smile. My eyes bright with thanks that he was letting me guide this.

With my foot hooked around him I discovered something new. I tried releasing my grip on his solid flesh and leveraged my arms on the tree to tip my hips toward him. Sliding down his shaft and watching as he immediately reacted.

It was arousing to see his body so tense. Lean muscle corded with need.

With wanting me. Only me.

Then I slid back and almost abandoned him entirely.

Growling, he caught my hips. Giving me a dark look. His fingers bit into my skin but he didn't bury in me as he would've before. His hands trembled as he worked to let me mount him. Slipping up and down his length and pumping against him. I felt my body chill then surge with heat and new I soaked his staff with my hot fluids. I spasmed. Gripping him tight as my ass flexed stroking him violently. Pleasure washed through me in wild waves.

And soon his was mimicking mine. With a wild, feral sound he could take no more. Finally scooping my buttocks so far that his fingers probed my slit. He entered me a bit roughly and remorse flickered over his face.

Afraid of harming me. Afraid of me comparing him to the creature that had ravished me. Mind body and soul.

He wants to heal what his monster has broken. Even I could tell that.

"It's okay." I reassured. Seeing how hard he was trying. "Take it, Van."

Take me. I knew what I was offering him.

I knew it could hurt. But somehow, I trusted him.

***

And he lost control. Pulsing into me and twisting his hips to feel me completely surrounding him.

To my surprise, I began another series of convulsions and he matched the pace of my clenching. Pushing in and out of me as fast as I spasmed inside. My back arched and my neck arched as I climaxed again. My breasts bobbing as he thrust into me.

His eyes were intense on my face and his lips parted as he panted softly. Stroking inside me. Then he planted hard and I felt him jerking. Then easing then jerking again.

I tried stroking on and off him while he did this and he had to let go of my hips to slap his hands to the tree again. His fingers ripping bark loose as he clawed ferociously into them as his pleasure gripped him.

He slid out of me and let me land on my feet. "Well done, Zira!" He shook his head baffled. "You nearly killed me with that one."

Before I could respond he flipped me around. Pulling me against him so one hand could massage my entrance. The other one lifting and rubbing my breast.

He lightly bit my shoulder and my head fell back against his as I relaxed in pleasure. He lifted his head. "What's happening, Zira."

"It feels so amazing."

"It can. When you surrender to it. To me."

"Is that what I'm doing?"

He was pensive a moment. "No. In truth, I think perhaps it is I surrendering to you."

***

He caught my hip in one hand and shoved my back down with the other.

For one horrifying moment I feared this would be like last night. But he didn't bend me in half. Just tipped me forward so I put my hands and cheek on the tree to balance me.

My ass sticking out as an offering for him.

He gripped and fondled it. Rubbing my crack with his cock as he moaned. Then he lined up the tip with my entrance. Stopping there. "Press back onto it, Zira."