watched his face intently, not wanting to provoke anadverse reaction from his skittish mate. He kept his caresses gentle,tamping down on the impulse to fondle him in any way that might beconstrued as predatory or aggressive. Rohyr would find it easier tosurrender control if Lassens dominance over him remained subtleand unthreatening.WhenRohyrs body turned, the instinct to be filled awakened. He tensedonce more as his learned resistance against submission duelled withthe inborn desire for penetration. Sensing his spouses physicalreadiness and emotional uncertainty, Lassen withdrew his fingers andbrought the glistening tips to his lips. Holding Rohyrs gaze, heroguishlysucked them clean.Rohyrsstomach muscles clenched in reactive need. Eyes closed in residualapprehension, he slowly lowered himself onto Lassens shaft. Foronly the second time, Lassen knew the pleasure of being sheathed tothe hilt and so wonderful was the sensation that he had to fight notto buck up into the untried passage enclosing him.Adegree of discomfort was only to be expected on Rohyrs part. Buthe was neither a craven innocent nor an inexperienced tyro. Seasonedwarrior and lover, he did not shy from pain but faced it head-on.More so if he deemed the price worth it. And giving himself to theowner of his heart Rohyr deemed well worth it indeed.Heweathered the sting of defloration with little more than a wince.Lassen laid his hand on Rohyrs thighs and rubbed them soothingly,tenderly coaxing his mate to relax and surrender himself to thepleasure of being filled thusly. Rohyr let out a small exhalation andopened his eyes to behold Lassens countenance, all aglow with loveand wonder and gratitude. It was enough to help him ignore thediscomfort and focus on the pleasurable sensations. More than enoughto dispel any misgivings he may have yet harbored and wholly welcomethe experience instead.Theyquickly found the rhythm that served their needs best. It did nottake them long to lose themselves in the timeless dance of love andlust as flesh cleaved flesh and passion and rapture flowed as freelyand fulsomely as the seed that spewed forth from one to fill theother at the peak of shared ecstasy. No description could do such anexperience justice. One could only remember it in a hot haze ofdesire and fulfillment.Rohyrmanaged to hold on to some sentience though his body trembled withthe aftershocks of completion. He lifted himself off Lassen albeit alittle shakily and took care not to collapse on him lest he laid hisweight on their childs cozy berth. Lassen pulled him against hisbreast in an embrace that was both appreciative and comforting.Hecould guess at the intense feeling of vulnerability Rohyr must haveexperienced yielding himself in the one act from which hed beentaught to abstain. From adolescence onward, he had never entertainedthe notion of being genitally pierced, not even by his consort.Exigency rather than affection had always been expected to dictatehis choice of spouse. Perhaps it was just as well that Lassen trulyenjoyed playing the sheath to Rohyrs sword.Itwas not that he did not like changing the rules of their bed-play.Under Rohyrs tutelage, he had learned never to discount thepotential for pleasure any consensual act afforded. But there was ajoy in taking Rohyr into his