Chapter 7: Waking up
As he knelt between her legs, he tore away the last of the remaining fabric. At last, the girl lay completely naked before him.
Her garden glistened, with it's delicate slit dripping with arousal that dampened even the rocky floor beneath her.
Leaning in close, Damien inhaled deeply.
Sniff.
Sniff.
Sniff.
"Hmm... a virgin fairy," he muttered inwardly.
With thousands of experiences behind him, Damien could tell from the scent alone that she had never been touched. Her wetness carried the unmistakable purity of someone untouched.
And now he knew what needed to be done. Which is to prepare her, and to ease her in.
Leaning closer, he let his tongue slide out. His first stroke was slow and delicate a soft slick, that glide across her outer lips, teasing it.
It was warm and very wet, the girl's entire body jolted in response, with its hips slightly off the ground.