Page 97 of Fae Tithe

“I need you,” she whispered.

“For the love of the sea, you are too perfect, too precious.” He leant forward to her right ear and nipped at it. “Say please, Len,” the High Prince whispered.

She shivered at his hot breath on her neck.

“Please Lance,” she panted, wiggling.

He groaned at her teasing. The Merman angled his hips and slowly slid the tip of his cock into her entrance. Helena hissed with pleasure at the push.

“Is that alright? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said huskily. “You must tell me if it starts to hurt.”

“It feels good. Don’t stop, just go very slow, and I promise to tell you,” she whispered back into his lips.

Lance leant back and gave her slow, half thrusts, each one stretching her a little more, readying her for his full length.

“Come on. Please, Lance. I’m ready,” Helena begged, her legs trembling from the torturously slow tempo.

“You’re so ready for me, so wet,” he rumbled.

His groin eventually pressed flush against the round of Helena’s ass, and she quivered at how full she felt. She had missed this, and him, so much.

She felt Lance tremble as he pulled all the way out of her and slid all the way back in, her wet excitement aiding in the movement. She loved the feel of him inside of her. Helena adored the sensation he gave her of being completely full. She could no longer think of anything but him and how well they fit together, like they were made for each other. Lance repeated the languid deep thrusts, over and over again, keeping his tempo measured. Helena gave cries of pleasure, gripping his vest underneath her.

Lance loved her cute, breathy pants as he pushed in and out of her. He leant forward, his braided abdomen firm against the softness of her back. The Merman adored how she was thick and strong. He loved how her curves pressed and relaxed only to him. Lance’s arms landed above her shoulders and his hands covered hers, gripping the curl of her twitching fingers. He ran his teeth from the back of her neck and into the right-side swoop of her shoulder as he worked in and out of her.

“You’re sure?” he whispered into her ear.

“Please. Mark me. Bite me,” she panted.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he agreed eagerly.

Lance closed his eyes and rubbed from his chin to his temple along the sweep of her neck. He repeated the motion over and over. He grinned when he opened his eyes and saw goose bumps tracking down her arms and legs. He did not know how it was possible, but she seemed even wetter after his scent marked her. Lance pressed his nose to her and sniffed deeply, still thrusting, confirming she now smelt like him, only of him. Lance then bit lightly on the spot, testing the pressure of his teeth against Helena’s soft skin.

“More, Lance,” she begged.

With her permission, he dug his teeth deep, pressing hard enough to draw blood. Helena gave a slight hiss at the pressure but leant into his bite. He made sure to make enough of a cut, so it would scar. Lance found it too exciting, pleasure pulsing in his lower belly. He was now Bound to the love of his life, the reason for his existence. He felt so privileged to be able to bask in her warmth for the rest of their lives. The thought of being with her, always, sent him hurtling over the edge.

Lance drew back from his bite.

“I’m coming Len,” he gasped, falling into his climax.

He felt her grip down around his cock and she let out a long, loud moan.

“Me too,” she panted.

Helena rocked herself roughly back into him, finally speeding up his pace, her back sliding against his torso as they came together. Lance groaned aloud as he spilt himself into her, thrusting all the way through his world-shattering climax as he saw stars.

Shuddering, he finally lowered his weight onto her. He propped himself onto his elbows as Helena lay flat on her front on his messy, sandy vest. He made a mental note to give her a sensually warm wash when they returned to the villa.

The Merman continued to Mark her, scratching his stubble along Helena’s skin, careful to avoid his bite so he did not hurt her. Lance relished rubbing his chin and temple over his Bound’s neck and back, grinning as she quivered, breathing in how she smelt of only him.

She whimpered softly as Lance eventually shifted his weight from her. Helena missed the press of his body immediately.

“Come back,” she whispered.

The Merman chuckled as he rolled onto the sand. Flat on his back, he tugged her onto his chest.

“I’m covered in sand,” she warned, as she shifted her body onto him.