Oh, My Darling (Estaban) - Frederico's Haven

She moaned, a sweet little sound so unlike the words that she often used to cut. Her thighs spread wide for him, so he could take as much of her as he might want, her body taut as a bowstring under his touch, his thrusts. She started to tremble, to shiver in pleasure, as he pressed hard inside of her. Again and again, she gave him her cries.

Her fingers continued to play, to press inside of him with gentle pressure. It was a far cry from what Frederico could have done -- her hands simply weren't big enough. But it was similar, so very similar, that it was hard to tell the difference. If it weren't for the size of her hands versus that of Frederico, the style would have been identical. Timing each press of her finger inside of him with his thrusts, so that as he pulled away from her and slid out of her, he would slide onto her finger, she continued those soft, sweet moans.

"Am I truly welcome, brother?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic as he took her. It was punctuated by soft cries and little whimpers, but she was able to find voice. "Just how welcome am I?"

She moaned so sweet and effeminate, such a beautiful sound. It was perfect in its way, almost designed to make a man addicted to it till he needed to hear those little moans, needed to hear her cry in need and want till they exploded. Oh yes, they were good sounds. His own had become more like growls of need. Not the grunts of a farm animal but the sounds of a predator, a master, a man. They too were almost designed...

She spread for him and he rewarded her with stronger, better movements, thrusts that filled her artfully. And at the same time he answered her hands by welcoming her, thrusting his hips against her as she entered him. moaning just a little more as she filled him. Of course, later he would tease her about being her own woman rather than being a copy cat. But not now.

"Yes, little sister... truly welcomed. How...can I show you?"

Her body moved under him, so open for him to thrust hard into her. She whimpered, biting her lip as she looked up at him. She gave him herself, and as he continued to thrust into her, a second finger added to the first. There was little warning to it, and before he knew it, a third finger joined the second. She was moving differently than Frederico now. Her own little twist of things. She was spreading her fingers inside of him, causing a sweet little delicious ache each time he pressed back against her fingers.

"Oh, darling brother. I am sure you're creative enough to show me how welcome I am?" She was still baiting him, still mocking him in a small way. It just didn't seem quite as mean-spirited as it had previously. Her hips moved to him, to welcome him inside of herself. And she waited, playfully, for his answer.

He felt her thrusting more and more inside him and he wiggled and whimpered himself. Every squirm made his thrust into her a little harder, not because he was avoiding her touch, but he was building up speed and force,

He bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as he used his tongue on her aerola. Ohm he was breathing harder and moaning with a gentle shiver that went along his spine as he continued.

"Oh certainly sister, but I wouldn't want to push your limits. After all, you are so young and new to this. You poor thing."

She wasnt the only one who could mock.

The laugh from her throat was rich and thick. It was a sensual sound, almost as sweet and sensual as her moans were. Her head fell back, her body arching and pressing upward, into his mouth. She growled again, her free hand sliding into his hair. There it curled, into a hard, sharp fist, giving him a tug that was very nearly painful. Not terribly painful. But just a little. Just the hint of it.

She used the grip on his hair as leverage. She pulled his head back, just a little. To see what he would do. To see if he would trap her nipple with his teeth or if he would use his tongue against her instead. Her fingers behind him, though, were still moving inside of him. She was still stretching him, giving him that little shock of pain as well, her hips bucking and pressing against his, inviting him to give her that little shock of pain as well. She was, if nothing else, welcoming.

"My darling brother. You haven't even come close to touching my limits yet. By all means... show me how welcome I am."

She grabbed his hair hard and pulled and he growled in pleasure, his teeth finding her nipple and pulling it with his head, imparting a little pain, both from the teeth and the pulling. He gave it a little nip with the teeth, sharp and deep but not breakingthe skin, then released letting it pop back to its perfect little perch on her perky full breast.

His eyes closed and he arched back as she hit some little spot behind him and his grumble hit a full grown growl of need. He suddenly pushed himself as fully into her as possible, wondering where he limits were. Still held back by her hand, he smiled, opening his half way, a look of seductive pleasure playing across his face.

"If you wish sister, but Father will be very cross if i break you already."

His head pulled against her hand, trying to get back down to her breast. growling happily.

There was a sweet little cry as his teeth trapped her nipple, pulling it away from her body as she pulled his hair. She arched her back, an obvious movement of pleasure -- or maybe just a little pain -- as his teeth tightened around her. She shivered in pleasure, her cry so sweet and almost perfect, even, though her fingers only tightened.

He looked at her with that look, spoke to her in that tone. But her head fell back on a laugh. The laugh was short-lived as he pressed so hard into her, ending on a sharp little squeal of pain and pleasure. She was nowhere near close to her limit, and it was more surprise than pain that caused her to sound out like that. "Oh, brother. Do you truly think you're better than Father? That you could break me and he could not?"

Almost as if to demonstrate, her hand moved hard against him, inside of him, causing him very nearly the same kind of pain that he caused her.

He suddenly let out a cry.. of pleasure. He arched and pushed into her hand as she shoved it so hard into him. A silly thing to do considering how she was pressing him even further against herself.

He licked his lips and pushed his hips as hard against her as he could, grindings happily at her hips, waiting for her to try and force him further into her pressed pressing with her hand. There was the slightest tremble in him, proof of the pleasure and pain coursing through him.

"Better? oh no. But dear little Rosita, are you saying that father could not break you if he wanted to? And neither could his student? You are good, but you are still new."

He moved his head against her hand again, snapping his teeth and grinning evilly. In truth he was counting on her holding his head back for a moment.

Holding his head back was no problem. She did try to push him farther against herself, her hips pressing upward to welcome him. She arched under him, her cry mirroring his as she writhed, pressing against him with that same sensual movement and perfect pleasure.

"Not nearly young enough for you to break me, brother."

He pressed harder into those hips, into her. Of course now he was between a rock and a soft place. It was going to be harder for him to keep a steady rhythm considering how deep her little hand was inside him.

"Ah, but age has little to do with it sister. But if you say so."

His mouth went to her shoulder nad teeth nibbled none too gently.

Her head bent back. It arched her neck up, bringing her shoulders off of the floor. Closer to his mouth, so that he could nibble and bite as hard as he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He pressed into her in such a way that her hips started a slow, sensual grind against him. She gave him a soft cry, but as yet, it was more pleasure than pain. Her hand inside of him started to move again, sliding slowly out of him and back into him with a gentle pace. Still a little painful, though, the way she stretched him. She just moved slowly.

"You brought up the fact that I was 'new,' my brother."

"And many.. much older.. than you... has broken..that's the point."

Each set of words were in between nibbles nad kisses, the nibbles finding more and more teeth. She wanted more of his mouth, she was getting it. He had no problem taking time on her body, on her breasts, on nipples that acted as if they had never been teased.

She started to slowly move her hand and his body responded, moving into hers with a similar pace, though a little more power as he thrust into her as he pulled away from her hand. Oh yes, there was pain, but he knew how to handle that, as long as it was balanced with pleasure. For now it was. For now.

She was being careful. He could see it in her face, that she was careful as she moved her hand inside of him. That balance of pain and pleasure carefully kept, though she did seem to be having no trouble at all enjoying each and every sensation that he gave to her. Her hips bucked upward, to take his forceful, powerful thrusts inside of her. With each movement, she moaned, shivering in pleasure.

"Not everyone is as strong as I am," she quipped, her back arching to offer him more of her breasts. More of those nipples that just seemed to be begging to be played with.

She was showing skill and that was something considering what they were doing. Of course so did he. He had the same sire and more time with the man, more experience and training with Frederico.

His own hips matched hers even as his mouth continued to play. He knew how to enjoy himself, how to play with those succulent breasts. his mouth using her all of her chest s a play ground. And whatever else happened, his growls certainly seemed to say he was enjoying himself.

"Father always liked his lovers strong."

"Oh, my brother," she said in between her sounds of pleasure, "You have no idea how strong I am."

As if to prove the point, her hand moved. She thrust her fingers hard into him, pulling him harder against her. At the same time, her hips rose to press against him, as though somehow she would be able to take him even deeper if she moved with him. Her head fell back with a moan and a growl of pleasure, offering up those breasts of hers for more of his mouth.

His mouth did more than tease her this time. He bit, strong enough to leave teeth marks in a lovely circle around her firm and rather full flesh. He growled hard and continued to press into her even though he could not back out, not the way she had him wedged.

"But i am learning, sister."

Her back arched as she fed him a sweet, sharp little cry. She liked that...oh, did she like that. The feel of his teeth painfully biting into her flesh...

And she started to move, to grind her hips against his. As though the pain that came from him being so fully inside of her was something that she very much craved. Each movement, each little writhe and twist of her against him seemed almost perfectly timed. As though this was a situation she was more than just a little bit used to, one she enjoyed immensely. If the look on her face was any indication, she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

The fingers inside of him started to move again. Long, gentle strokes meant to tease him, to bring him more pleasure than the pain that had come to him when she moved so strongly within him before. She was giving him room to move again, her free hand roaming over his back to scratch him sharply, in that way she knew from their mutual sire that he liked so much.

He noticed the reaction and he fed on it. He was going to have to talk to his sire and get hints. It was only fair. She knew his weaknesses and preferences only too well. He answered her hips, answered her movements, answered her hands with a cry of pleasure even as he used the movements of her within him to get more room to fuck her.

And there was enough room now that his own hips could move with a force and depth that could only be called fucking. Meanwhile he tested to see how much pain she actually liked. He bit her nipple sharply, but sis not let go but instead rolled it within her mouth along the sharp surfaces, and then bit at the other breasts, taking a good chunk of her soft full breasts in his teeth.

It seemed almost like...anything that he wanted to do to her, he could. She was happy to let him fuck her, let him cause her pain along with the pleasure that the heat and friction between them built. She arched to his mouth, offering more of the sweet flesh to him. Her free hand moved into his hair, to tug lightly at it. Another of her urgings to continue.

Soon, she was shuddering in pleasure. Her hand inside of him kept moving, though, matching his thrusts. If he thrust harder, she moved harder inside of him. If he was more gentle with his hips, the fingers inside of him became more gentle. So she was happy to have anything he gave her, it seemed. Not surprising; Frederico enjoyed his lovers and trained them to take what they were given, to embrace both pain and pleasure in such a way that it would be enjoyable to both. Her reactions, her cries, the way she writhed and moved... said that she was quite the astute student.

He was sure she had been. He also could see that playing the game on the same level would never work. She could always mirror and probably exceed.. considering she was in the middle of her training and it had been many years since he had been at his peek with Frederico. Oh, he was a better lover, but he was not the amazing responder he used to me. And now.. with her, he was fighting himself trying to follow and lead at the same time.

He suddenly kissed her harder, his mouth claiming hers. At the same time one of his hands found the breast he had mauled and squeezed even as his fingers traced the marks of his teeth in her flesh. His hips continued to move but the rhythm changed, slowed. He was going to control this from now on. He circled his hips, gasping as he did so from the effect it had, her hand deep in him. But he knew the effect it would have on her as well. He was now controlling the tempo of both, his entering her an her entering him. His lead.

When he started to take control of the situation, she didn't seem as though she were going to fight with him for dominance. She seemed, as much as it may have galled him, to be testing him some way. She shuddered and sighed, the soft little sound of pleasure that accompanied his slower pace, his rough kiss against her mouth.

Her back arched, pressing the breast that he was playing with into his hand. For the moment, he was in control. Her body moved under him, offering him her heat as he changed the pace. But her fingers inside of him seemed to curl, just a bit. So that she could caress him within as well as tightening around him when he thrust into her. She was still in her training, but she was obviously a very good student.

Of course she was testing him and he was testing her as well. He moaned a little as she curled her fingers but it did not change his pace. He continued to move with that pace, using power rather than speed, but also to use his body to excite hers. He was touching her, rubbing against her in so many places, using his skill to hit little places that would heat her up and give her pleasure.

And pleasure? She received it in spades. She cried out for him, with the gift that God had given women that he didn't give to men so much, as she found her first orgasm. She tightened on him, tightened around him as he continued to move within her so powerfully. She loved it, letting him see the way she shivered and the look of bliss on her face. So confident. So beautiful. It wasn't a sight that he saw very often, really. She, however, had no problems moving her hands just a little more powerfully in kind, to bring him pleasure in more than one way herself.

He moaned as Rosita tightened on him, but did not stop moving. He would not stop moving. He had to admit she was quite a beauty and looked good like this. But she was wrong, he knew someone so much more beautiful.

Suddenly he squeezed a little harder at her neck, just enough so she could feel the strength of his hands, feel that he had more strength than she knew. He moved harder into her, faster, and at hte same time...inside him, he squeezed as well, letting her feel what he could do if she was a male, feel what he could do for their sire.

Oh, she didn't miss it. He wanted her to feel his strength. She could feel it and it only served to excite her even more. His hand at her throat only served to make her tighten on him even more as he took her. Her head tilting back so that he could feel and see that lovely, supple neck of hers as his hand tightened on it. Letting him feel the vibrations from her throat that was her moan.

She felt him tighten on her fingers as well, but now, he wasn't actually inside of her ass, was he? She moaned again, her voice low and sweet and oh-so-full of sex. She kept her eyes open, though, through the orgasm that he brought to her. So that he could see the pleasure reflected in her eyes as he continued to move within her.