Virginity is Overrated by Megan

Chapter 1

A/N - I don't own a damn thing. The lust bunnies got into my head and poof a random lemon was born. Grammar is not my strong suit, so sorry for any issues in that regard. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

           She had always envisioned the night she lost her virginity would involve candles. And maybe roses. Most certainly she had always pictured a bed in her fantasies. Reality had a cruel way of denying you and giving you what you need at the same time. The clawed fingers that played over her skin were as paralyzing as poison.  She wondered why he would rely on any other weapon, when had this power at his fingertips. In seconds his touch and turned her into a shivering mass of primal needs.  She felt absolutely powerless, like she was bound and chained against her will. She was being forced to submit to a power that was greater than her and the worst part was that she truly was enjoying the submission. She was so naive to think that she would be immune to this type of power. As her body shook in pleasure, she tried to regain control, she really did. Was it her fault? She was well aware of her knack for getting into difficult situations, but her ability to be kidnapped seemed small in comparison for the situation she was in now. Her body was betraying her and her heart was beating far too fast to realize that the man pressed against her wasn't the one she was supposed to be with. And where was the bed!

                As soft lips brushed over her neck, a slow throbbing began in areas too private to mention. Instead of her fantasies, she was held by a man she didn't love in the middle of a damn forest. The night air pressed heavily against her, just making everything worse. She knew it was not rape, or at least he was the victim as much as she was. She had always thought that the powerful demon playing with her was too good to lose control. She was apparently wrong, and her trusting nature had just landed her in this situation. Here she was on the fricken forest floor with the wrong hot man making her moan for him.

                Her hands wound themselves into his shinning hair as her lips opened under his. Maybe it was a reaction caused by her inexperience, but her tongue tingled as it brushed against his in a most satisfying way. The fierceness of the kiss made those she had experience before pale in comparison. She had never felt real desire until this moment, and its effects were like a drug. She wondered if she would ever be held like this again or if another body would ever feel so great pressed against hers. She told herself that she should hate this. Her first time was supposed to be with a man she loved in a palace or at least somewhere with walls. His naked flesh seemed to glow in the moonlight and his eyes reflected the light in a way that should seem downright monstrous, but the lack of humanity, the lack of the frailty that is human seemed to increase her arousal still. Chilled fingers pushed aside her clothing hurriedly. There was no time for tenderness or sentimentality. She knew her virginity was about to be given to a male she did not love but she couldn't stop herself from relishing the feelings he evoked in her. When he entered her, the pain of the intrusion almost shook her from the heady spell. Had his tongue not been working her neck, she might have had the power to pull away. But the pain was not strong enough and as it began to lessen, the desire and passion only grew.

 A simple roll of his hips was enough to make her cry out in pleasure, a sound that increased his fires. His thrusts became more powerful and his breathing became ragged. She had never seen him this way, the epitome of composure was slowly becoming the essence of thoughtless desire.  Her eyelids slid closed as she felt herself reach her peak. Wrapping her arms around him, she groaned into his neck, almost crying at the sensations driving her forward. All at once, it became too much. Her sensitive body was being ruthlessly stroked by him. She wanted to move away into a position that wouldn't leave her mindless, but his strong hold kept her as she was, climbing towards orgasm again, almost sobbing at the sensations wracking her body. 

                Her nails dug into his back as she reached her second peak, she was halfway between clinging to him and clawing at him, meeting this thrusts or moving away from them. His mouth found hers, tasting the blood from when she bit her lip, lapping at the warm liquid seeping from the small wound. She was between heaven and hell, but she could do nothing to move. Her mind had long since given up trying to halt the occurrences of the night. To her body it felt too right, it made her feel complete in the most arousing way possible. Her hands slid down to touch his backside, trying to pull him further into her, trying to make him thrust harder. He did not comply with her frenzied touch at first; his thrusts remained powerful but unhurried until she bit down on his shoulder, the feeling of her teeth scraping against his skin made something within him snap. His red eyes darkened further as his thrusts became almost brutal in their powerfulness. His pace was hurried, but he still went slow enough to feel every inch of her, warm and welcoming around him. A part of his mind still begged for control, for composure and for thoughtfulness. The message did not get through. Still his thrusts were fast, and as his body tensed, ready for orgasm he looked down at her. Pulling into and out of her, with the thankfulness that she deserved, the blood in his eyes did not recede. Even as his breathing returned to normal, the red did not clear. A calming sensation filled him as he held her in his arms. Her body still shook with passion as she tried to calm herself, to calm her breathing and to gain her composure. Unlike him, the chains of desire had receded enough to let her think rationally. Her mind was screaming at her in protest and wonder. She could not decide what was worse, to allow herself to be taken by a demon, or to enjoy it to the point of wanting repetition.