[Dazed from the powerful orgasm, Nadine watches him with heavy lidded eyes as he shifts himself above her. Her legs are spread for him already, body as primed as possible and still there's a nervous flutter as she feels the head of his cock against her slick folds. Lying very still now her breath stalls as he enters her, one hand still clutching his back and the other grasping the bedding beneath her, whimpering in need and a hint of fear.
It doesn't hurt in the way she's always thought it would. There's a feeling of being almost uncomfortably filled, and she knows when he breeches that mysteriously important barrier of flesh and truly takes her virginity, but it's only a moment of increasing pressure and then it's gone. There's no great change in sensation, no great revelation, only that pleasant fullness and heat and something she can't put a name too.
Once more she's reminded of the otherness of him, that Randall Flagg is not an earthly man. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care. She loves him and she's his and as unsettling and strange as he feels inside of her it feels good. Her body responds, muscles high up in her thighs twitching, hips shifting to accommodate him.]
[ A shadow falls over him, highlighting the contours of his face like a Rembrandt painting. His teeth gleam white, and his eyes burn like two hot coals. Mesmerizing and impossible to look away from as he pushes the rest of the way in.
He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
[He's beautiful. Even with his otherness highlighted, he's beautiful and terrible and the blaze of his eyes is somehow as arousing as his hands or mouth on her. Nadine doesn't care about sweet talk right now, the sensations cascading through her body have taken precedence over anything and everything. Coherent thoughts are washed away as she arches in pleasure, breath ragged, body alive in a way it's never been before.
Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]
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It doesn't hurt in the way she's always thought it would. There's a feeling of being almost uncomfortably filled, and she knows when he breeches that mysteriously important barrier of flesh and truly takes her virginity, but it's only a moment of increasing pressure and then it's gone. There's no great change in sensation, no great revelation, only that pleasant fullness and heat and something she can't put a name too.
Once more she's reminded of the otherness of him, that Randall Flagg is not an earthly man. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't care. She loves him and she's his and as unsettling and strange as he feels inside of her it feels good. Her body responds, muscles high up in her thighs twitching, hips shifting to accommodate him.]
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He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
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Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]