Claimed

Sara stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. She had been sitting at her typewriter all day, writing. She was a writer of gothic romance novels, and a famous one at that. No one bothered her in the house that she lived in, which was in the middle of the Colorado wilderness. She liked living by herself, and in such a secluded area. It helped her to write better, being that there were no interruptions. Not even a phone to distract her, only a cell phone for emergencies. She grabbed a towel that was hanging next to the shower door and quickly dried herself off. Once she was sufficiently dry, she turned to look in the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the bathroom door.
She was very beautiful, with long blonde hair that hung down to her waist. She also had deep blue eyes, a straight nose, and slightly pouty lips. She also had a lean and shapely body, keeping herself fit using the many aerobic exercises that her friend, Lana, had taught her. But, the problem was, according to Lana, that Sara hardly ever left home. Sara was surprised that Lana would trek the long jeep trail to come over to her house. Lana always was pushing her to 'go out, meet people, have some fun at some poor horny dude's expense'. Sara would merely laugh and tell her that she was busy. She always wanted to stay home and write. With all the ideas swirling in her head, she wanted to write them down so she wouldn't forget them. Lana would always scold her for keeping herself hidden from the world. "She has got to get a man, that way she won't pester ME so much" she thought. Looking in the mirror for a minute longer, she finished drying off her long hair and grabbed her large, bulky nightgown and put it on. Even though she was beautiful, Sara wanted to hide her body as best she could. She didn't like it. She thought she was too bony. Satisfied that the large nightgown hid her body sufficiently, she grabbed the towel she was using and walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair. She had no idea that someone was watching.

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Undertaker had been perched outside her bedroom window for hours, just staring at the display of beauty that was before him. He had come here every night for over a year, just to watch her. He remembered the first time that he saw her face. One of the members of his Ministry of Darkness, Mideon, had been reading a book.
"Mideon, what are you reading?" Undertaker asked.
Mideon didn't even look up. He was too engrossed in what he was reading.
"Mideon, I said, what are you reading?" Undertaker asked, tapping him on the shoulder.
"It's called 'Dark Knight's Desire'" Mideon said, not even looking up.
Undertaker raised an eyebrow. "A romance book, Mideon? You're reading a romance book?" he asked.
"The story is actually pretty good. It's something you might like, Master", Mideon replied. He put his book down, and shuffled through the bag that was lying at his feet. He took out another book and handed it to him. "Here, Master. Try it", he said timidly.
Undertaker turned the book over, and stared at the picture that greeted him.
It was the face of a beautiful blond woman, probably in her early to mid twenties. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he made it his first priority to find out every detail about her. He spent the next year finding out every single detail that there was to know, from her name (which was Sara Barton), to her waist size (size four), down to her favorite chewing gum (Big Red). He had even become addicted to the novels that she wrote. It was amazing that such...sordid and explicit fantasies poured out of this seemingly innocent woman's head. He watched as she sat down at her typewriter again. An idea popped into his head. He then closed his eyes and began to concentrate. He carefully entered her mind, and began to find out details that no one else had ever known. He was shocked when he found out that she was a virgin. "How can such material come out of the mind of such an innocent woman?" he thought. He dug deeper, finding out that she had never even had a boyfriend before. "How can anyone NOT want her?!" he thought. He was amazed that, in all the time that he had been watching her, he had never thought of probing her mind. As soon as he got what he wanted, he withdrew. He smiled. She was single. Over the time he had been coming to watch her, his desire for her increased dramatically. He looked at the nightgown that she was wearing. Even though her body was covered, he knew of the oh so wonderful package that was hidden underneath the bulky wrapping that was her nightgown. He would always watch her shower through the bathroom window. Also, he knew that, when it was warm, she liked to stroll around her house, nude. He loved it when she did that. He watched her as she put on her black wire rimmed glasses, and began to type. She was always a feverish worker. As he watched, his body began to get more and more excited. He was always excited when he watched her. She was so innocent, that it made him want her even more. She just typed away, unaware that he was watching her. Unaware of the lust that she had awakened within him, the lust that he had never known before. He looked up at the moon, seeing that it was nearly full. He knew that the next night would be a full moon. A plan began to form in his head. Before he could stop himself, he had made an envelope and a black rose appear in his hands. The envelope was black, her name written in silver ink on the front. He made his way to her front door, and put the envelope and rose on the doorstep. He knocked three times, and quickly hid himself behind a tree that was not too far off. It was dark, so his black robe blended in perfectly. He raised his hood and waited.

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Sara was busy typing when she heard a knock on the door. "Who could be out here, of all places, at this time of night?" she said to herself. Looking at the clock hanging on her wall, she noticed that it was 11:30. She went to her door and opened it. There was no one there, but upon looking down, she saw the envelope and the black rose and froze. Who could have left it here? She slowly bent down and retrieved them. She saw her name written on the front in Gothic type lettering, which was written with glittering silver ink. Opening the envelope, she took out a card. The card was also black. On the card, it said:
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way."

It was written in the same lettering and ink. She looked around, desperately trying to find the person who had left these items on her doorstep. She saw no one. She looked at the card again. She remembered the quote from a poem that she liked, called "The Highwayman". She forgot who had written it. Reading the quote over and over again, she slowly smiled. No one had ever shown interest in her before. But, the question was, who? She didn't really know anyone, so her mind was blank. She went back into her house, and closed the door behind her. She walked into her living room and sat down, turning over the card in her hands. She was trying to figure out who it was from.

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Undertaker moved from behind the tree as the front door closed. He made his way to the living room window, where he saw her sit down and turn the card over in her hands. She then looked at the rose, which she had placed beside her on the couch. She picked it up and brought it to her nose, and inhaled. He grinned when he saw her smile. She got up and walked over to the table by the window, and placed the rose in a vase that was on it, making sure that it was in the middle, and making sure that it was clearly visible. When she sat down again, still inspecting the card, another thought popped into his head. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he sent something to her, a gift. Once the deed was done, he opened his eyes to see that she had risen and was walking to her room.

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Sara walked into her room, still staring at the card. She was at a total loss. She looked up and gasped, the card falling forgotten to the floor.
On the bed was a black shiny box, tied with silver ribbon. On top of the box was yet another card. Slowly, she walked towards the bed. She was becoming terrified. Someone had come into her home without her knowing. With a trembling hand, she picked up the card. It was like the first, black paper written in silver ink, with the same lettering. This time, the message said:

"Just a few little somethings that I would VERY much like to see you in"

Slowly placing the card beside the box, she slowly began to untie the ribbon. Once the ribbon was untied, she cautiously opened the box, and pushed the tissue paper aside. Her eyes widened. Inside the box was clothing. But, not just any clothing. Picking up one of the garments, she saw a silken teddy. She gulped and blushed deeply. Dropping the garment back into the box, she noticed that there were several bra and panty sets, as well as a short silk robe, and a silk negligee. They were all white. She slowly picked up the negligee and held it up.

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Undertaker smiled when he saw her reaction to the lingerie that he had given her. But, he sensed the extreme fear that she was feeling. So, he decided to go into her mind and wrap his mind around hers, like a warm blanket, massaging the fear away. He didn't want her to be scared. That was the last thing that he wanted. All he wanted to do was to love her, like no man ever had. He wanted his touch to be the first touch that she felt. He didn't understand why she shut herself away like this. She was so beautiful, a woman to die for. He loved the way she walked, with a sexy little sway to her hips. He thought that her hips were made specifically for his hands. His excitement grew to the point where it was excruciating. He wanted her so badly, and she was so very close. He wanted to drink of the sweet wine of her lips, to bury himself in the warmth of her body, to feel her internal muscles clamp down on him in her release. He looked at her legs. Time and time again he would picture those legs wrapped around him in the heat of passion. He looked up at the moon again. It was then he made his decision. Tomorrow night, he would come back, this time to claim her as his own.

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The next night, Sara took her shower at the usual time, which was at 11:00. She usually finished her showers in fifteen minutes, but tonight she took a little longer. She was still thinking of last night, and the mysterious person who had sent her the gifts. She was afraid at first, but the fear disappeared. All that was left was curiosity. Who was this person? How did this person find out where she lived? How did this person get into her home if all her windows were locked, and the only way to get in was through the open door? She pondered these questions as she stepped out of the shower. Drying herself off, she reached for her large nightgown and hesitated. She drew her hand back, looking at the nightgown she usually wore. For some odd reason, she didn't fee like wearing it. She looked at the open door to her bathroom, at the box that she had put on a chair next to her bed. "I wonder if they fit" she thought. Taking the towel and wrapping it around herself, she walked out of the room, stopping in front of the chair that held the box. She opened it. Looking over the contents, she decided to try on the teddy first. It was a very snug fit. Turning to the large mirror across from the bed, she looked at herself. She was amazed to see that she looked good. She looked damned good. After a few minutes of looking in the mirror, she began to pose. After a few minutes of posing, she giggled and blushed. "Right, like anyone's going to see you in it", she thought. Sighing, she took off the teddy and tried on the bra and panty sets, which fit her perfectly as well. The bras were push up bras, which made her large breasts look somehow larger. Her favorite was the negligee. Slipping it over her head, she looked in the mirror. The negligee hugged her curves beautifully. For the first time, she didn't think she was bony. She decided to sleep in it. Slipping on the silken robe, which came to her mid thigh, she sat down at her vanity, and picked up her brush. She began to brush her hair.

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Undertaker carefully walked outside her bedroom window, surprised at the sight that greeted him. She was modeling the teddy. At once he felt his pants becoming painfully tight around the bulge that was housed there. He watched, mesmerized, as she posed in front of the mirror. Every pose was a seductive one. That made the bulge in his pants harden even more. She had no idea of the spell that she had unknowingly cast on him. As contradictive as it was, there was no other way to describe it. It was a spell of seductive innocence. He watched as she peeled off the teddy to try on the rest of the garments that were in the box. Once she came to the negligee, he read her thoughts. She was going to sleep in it. "Oh, no. Sleep is not on the agenda tonight, my sweet", he thought. "I intend to claim you, mind, body, and soul." He decided to make his presence known before he decided to go to her.

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Sara was finished brushing her hair, and had begun applying lotion to her soft and silky legs. "I don't do all this moisturizing for nothing" she thought. When she was done, she put the bottle back on the vanity. Suddenly, she felt a chill, as well as a...presence in her mind. Wrapping her arms around herself, she looked around. She had the feeling that she was being watched. She began to sing to herself. "I always feel like...somebody's watching me..." she sang softly, thinking of the Rockwell song. At that moment, she heard footsteps, not here, but in the living room. She got up, slowly, and made her way to the living room. Peeking around the corner, she saw that there was no one there. "Just your overactive imagination" she thought, sighing. Walking back to the bedroom, she went in and closed the door. When she turned around, she froze, staring in shock.
There was a man standing in the middle of the room. He was huge. He looked to be about two or three inches shy of seven feet tall, and very broad shoulders. She couldn't really see anything else, because he was wearing a black velvet robe with satin trimming, the hood pulled up over his head. The only patch of skin she could see were his hands. They were enormous. Slowly, very slowly, he began to walk towards her, while she backed away. He walked until he was directly in front of her, her back coming in contact with the door. He put his hands on either side of her, and leaned down. It was then that he began to speak.
"I told you that I would come to you by moonlight", he said. His deep voice sent shivers up and down her spine, not shivers of fear, but shivers of something else. Something she would later discover to be desire. "I always keep my promises." He looked down, removing his left hand from the door, and fingering the hem of the silken robe. "I see that you've received my gifts", he said. "Do they fit well?"
Sara gulped and nodded, her eyes wide. She didn't dare take her eyes off the man that was before her. "How did you get in here?" she squeaked.
"It doesn't matter. What does matter is the reason I am here."
"Why are you here?" she asked.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I've come here...to claim you", he said, brushing his lips over her earlobe.
She gasped sharply when she felt his lips come in contact with her ear. No one had ever done that to her before. Her breathing became heavy, her chest heaving. For the first time since she had discovered this man in her bedroom, she felt fear washing over her.
"Do not be afraid of me", he said softly. "I promise that I will not harm you." He pulled back so he could remove his hood.
What she saw made her breath catch. He was very handsome, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders and over his shoulder blades. He had a bold nose, and lips that looked made for kissing. But his best feature was his eyes. Those fathomless green eyes. She was too busy staring at his eyes to notice that he was touching her face until she felt his fingers tracing her cheek.
"So very lovely, so very innocent", he murmured, staring into her deep blue eyes. He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. They were soft. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him, and bent his head, kissing her. Because of her inexperience, he began slowly, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. Once her mouth was open, he gently snaked his tongue inside, exploring every single crevice, encouraging her to do the same, which she did, slowly. Once he felt that she got the feel of it, he deepened the kiss, pulling her tighter against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get a firm grip in the spinning world around her. This was her first kiss, and she could rightfully say that it was a damn good one.
They separated, the kiss leaving both breathless. He felt himself harden even more when he felt her chest heaving, pressing against his own. He ground his hips against her, letting her feel his arousal. He looked down at her flushed face. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelids halfway closed, her eyes darkened with desire. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted her. NOW. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She clung onto his shoulders, as though not to fall. He was really tall, and she didn't want to fall down. He walked over to the large canopied bed and carefully laid her down in the center. He reached over to the lamp that was on the table beside the bed and turned it off, bathing the room in moonlight instead of the lamplight. With a wave of his hand, he made the curtains to her window open, the moonlight getting brighter, and shining down on the bed. He kissed her again, only to begin trailing kisses over her jaw line and down her neck. She gasped when his lips traced over a certain spot just under her earlobe. He guessed that it was her sensitive spot. He then took advantage of this knowledge and began to lightly run his tongue over it, making her shiver with delight. She wrapped her arms around his neck once again, running her fingers through his silky hair.
She didn't understand why she was letting this man do these things to her, but, at the moment, she didn't care. She didn't want him to stop. He was creating sensations and emotions that she had never felt before. She began to feel intense heat stabbing between her legs, the small bud between her legs hardening, throbbing in tune with the beat of her heart.
He removed his lips from her neck, much to her whimpering protests. He looked down at her. She lay there silently while he took in every curve and valley of her lovely body. He picked up the strap of the robe between his thumb and index finger and slowly pulled, undoing the loose knot. Once the strap was untied, he opened the robe to reveal the negligee that she was wearing underneath. The hem of it was riding high up on her thigh, showing even more of those legs he loved so much. Reaching out, he began to run his hand up and down her thigh, making her tremble slightly. Her legs were so soft and smooth. He then began to run his hand up her thigh again, but this time going higher and higher until his hand went under the garment. She cried out softly when she felt his hand close around her breast, kneading it and rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger, bringing it to a hardened bud. She moaned, arching her back into his hand, encouraging him. He then removed his hand. She looked up at him, whimpering. She liked the hand just where it was.
"Sit up", he whispered huskily. She complied. He then slid his hands inside her robe, and slipped it off, tossing it to the side. He then slipped the thin straps of the negligee over her shoulders, replacing his hands with his lips. She angled her head so he could have better access to her neck, moaning as she did so. His lips felt good. She felt him place his hands on her thighs, running them upward, bunching the negligee in his hands on the way up. He brought it higher and higher, silently encouraging her to lift her arms, so he could slip the garment off. Once the garment was off and tossed to the side, alongside the robe, he gently put his hands on her shoulders, urging her to lie down. Looking down at her, he saw that she had been nude underneath. "So very lovely", he said again. He then began to run his hands over her body, beginning at her ankles, and making his way upward. He lingered on her hips for a moment, smiling when he saw that his hands seemed to fit perfectly. "As I've always said, your hips were made for my hands", he murmured. His hands moved further upward, to cup and knead her breasts once again. Her moans increased in volume, arching her back into his hands once again. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations his hands were creating. She gasped sharply when she felt his lips close over a hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it. She reached for his head, curling her fingers in his hair. He stopped swirling his tongue, and began to suck on her nipple strongly. After a few minutes, he removed his mouth and repeated the same treatment with the other breast. He was pleased to feel her writhing frantically, moaning.
She was in a state of euphoria. She had written about these situations all the time, but she had absolutely no idea that they would feel this way. His touch was simply electric. He withdrew to look down at her. She looked absolutely beautiful, with her damp hair splayed over the pillow around her head, one leg laying flat on the bed, while the other was bent at the knee, her foot braced on the mattress. Her hands had fallen to either side of her head. She was breathing heavily. He leaned down and kissed her passionately again. He then placed his hand on her inner thigh, and began to run it upward, his fingers brushing against her moist center. She took in a sharp breath, looking at him with wide eyes. He then began to delve his fingers into her soft folds, his thumb finding the hardened nub he was looking for. He began to massage it firmly, enjoying the moans and squeaks that were coming from her. She had grasped the shoulders of his robe, and was pulling at it. Her breath began to get heavier and heavier, her moans getting ever louder. He was bringing her to heights that she never knew existed. He then dipped two fingers inside her and began to move them in and out slowly, his thumb still massaging the hard bud between her legs. She began to move her hips against his hand. She began to feel strange, an intense tingling between her legs. Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be big.
"I..I..I feel so strange", she panted. "What's happening to me?"
"Don't hold back", he whispered. "Just let it flow."
"I can't", she whimpered. "Oh, god, I can't."
"Yes you can", he said. "Just don't try to hold it back. Just let it come." He wrapped his other arm around her and drew her close. “Don’t worry. Hold on to me. I’ve got you.”
"I...I...” She abruptly bowed up off the bed, screaming, her essence flowing over his hand, her hands digging into his shoulders. He smiled as he watched her shatter into a million pieces. He had just witnessed her experience her first orgasm. He kept his fingers going until she lay back on the bed, her screams dwindled to soft whimpers, her body trembling in the afterglow.
It was the most intense thing she had ever felt in her life. She lay back on the bed, panting heavily. She then looked at him, watching as he brought his hand to his lips, licking her essence off his fingers.
"Mmm, you taste so sweet, darling. I must have more", he said, his voice husky. She shivered at his term of endearment. He then got up, and crawled to the foot of the bed. He gently grasped her ankles, and slowly spread her legs apart. Her head was up, watching him with half-lidded eyes. As soon as her legs were open, he began to crawl toward her. He lay on his stomach, his face just inches from her drenched center. He used his hands to spread her thighs farther apart, as far as he could get them. He then locked his eyes with hers. He removed one of his hands from her thighs and used his fingers to move aside the delicate folds of flesh that was displayed so close to his face, searching for the still hard nub. Once he found what he was looking for, he bent his head, and lightly flicked his tongue over it, making her squeak. He then began to tease it, running the tip of his tongue over it, ever so lightly. He was delighted to feel her writhing under him, to hear her moans once again increase in volume. He kept on teasing her, making her writhe even more. He had to pin her hips down on the bed with his hands to still her; such was the force of her writhing.
"Please", she whimpered. "Please, mercy. Mercy!"
At her encouragement, he began to lick her more strongly, making her moan louder and louder. He then moved lower to delve his tongue deep inside her. He then felt her hands on his head, tunneling her fingers through his hair.
"Ohhh, please, don't stop. It feels so good", she breathed. She began to move her hips against his tongue.
He groaned loudly, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her. She tasted so good. He began to wriggle his tongue around inside her, causing her to tighten her hold on his hair. He gauged when she was going to release and eased off. She whimpered loudly in distress. She didn't like to be teased. He then began to bring her back up into the clouds, only to ease off again.
"Please,' she said. She began to beg. "Please, don't torture me anymore!"
Finally taking pity on her, he finally began to bring her back up again, this time giving her the pleasure she was begging for. She screamed, tightening her hold on his hair painfully, her essence flowing onto his tongue. He took in every drop she had to offer. She tasted so sweet.
Sara couldn't believe that not only had this man had come to introduce these feelings to her, but was doing so numerous times. And she had a feeling that he wasn't done yet. Standing up, he gazed down at her yet again. Every time he looked at her, she looked more beautiful. Her hands had fallen to her sides, her body still trembling. Her chest was heaving, her nipples hard and rosy. "So beautiful", he said, his voice even huskier than before. He then slowly removed his robe, letting it fall to the floor.
She widened her eyes, seeing that the only thing he was wearing under that robe was a pair of skintight jeans, and a pair of boots. Her eyes wandered over the broad expanse of his bare chest, tracing over the network of tattoos that adorned his arms like sleeves. He was very muscular, his arms looking like tree trunks. "This man can break me with his bare hands!" she thought. She watched as he slowly began to remove the rest of his clothing, as if doing a striptease just for her. Once he got his pants down and off, he straightened, showing her the massive erection that had been confined in denim just a few moments before. She gulped. He was enormous, not only in length, but in thickness as well! She began to wonder how she was going to fit all of him inside. She began to squirm. She wondered what his reaction would be when he found out that she was a virgin.
He stood there silently, letting her eyes wander over his naked body. His erection was throbbing strongly. He wanted, no, needed to be inside her. He then bent over, and braced his hands on the mattress. He then propped a knee on the mattress, and began stalking towards her slowly. He noted the look of apprehension on her face. He crawled over her, his body mere inches from hers. Her breathing turned shallow, her eyes wide. He then settled his weight on top of her, but not entering her (as much as he wanted to do so). He made sure that he didn't settle his full weight. He didn't want to crush her. He wanted to make sure that her fear was assuaged before he went any further. He caressed her cheek tenderly. "What's the matter, my love?" he asked.
"I...I...I've never...experienced..." she began, biting her lip, her hips still squirming.
"I know that you're a virgin, Sara. Which is why I intend to be as gentle as I possibly can", he said gently, placing light kisses on her lips.
Her eyes widened. "How did you know?" she said in a small voice.
"I know everything about you, Sara." he said, his hand closing around her breast to once again tease the nipple.
"How?" she asked.
"I've been watching you for over a year now. I've come here every night just to see you. I knew that if I didn't have you soon, I'd simply go insane", he said. He then took her earlobe into his mouth and began to suck on it gently.
"A year? How did you find out where I lived? I'm not on any maps, as far as I know", she said.
"I have friends in very high places, as clichéd as it sounds", he said, still not taking his lips off her earlobe. "I can find out anything, by calling the right people."
"Oh", was all she could say. She was distracted by the feeling of his hand on her breast, and his lips on her ear. Letting the subject go, she moaned and arched her back into him, bringing him back to the situation at hand.
"Spread your beautiful legs for me, love", he murmured. Once she complied, he then positioned the head of his hardened, swollen, and throbbing member at her entrance. She began to squirm once again. "Sara, I feel that I must warn you. There will be pain, but it will pass quickly. Do you trust me?" he asked, looking directly into her eyes. He didn't want to do anything until he had her complete and utter trust.
Sara took a deep breath. "Yes", she said.
"Good. I need you to relax for me. Can you do that?" he asked gently.
Sara nodded. She then loosened her muscles until she was completely relaxed. She took another deep breath. "I'm ready now", she said.
Nodding, he took a deep breath. He didn't want her to feel pain, but this was necessary. He guided her arms around his neck, silently urging her to hold on. Putting his hands on her hips, he began to enter her slowly, making sure that she adjusted to him. Once he came to the delicate barrier, he froze. Tensing his muscles, he then trusted forward sharply, breaking the barrier.
She screamed at the pain that shot through her, tears springing to her eyes. The pain passed, just like he said it would, being replaced by the feeling of him inside her. He moved his lips over her face, kissing her tears away.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't want you to feel any pain, but there was no way around it", he said apologetically. He didn't move for a while, letting her adjust to his size.
After a few minutes, Sara spoke. "I think I'm okay now", she said.
"All right." With that, he began moving inside her, gliding in and out slowly, each time going as deep as he could. He groaned at the feel of her. "I've never felt such exquisite tightness", he groaned. He propped himself up onto his elbows, so he could look down at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, emitting a long moan. It took all of his willpower and more to keep his control in check. He groaned again, louder this time. His body was screaming at him to go fast and hard. He wouldn't allow it. This was her first time, and he was determined to be as gentle as possible, unless she told him otherwise.
Sara had never felt anything remotely like this before. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his thickness inside her. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, oh god, yes. Mmmm." Although she loved gentleness that he was showing her, she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist eagerly. "Please, hurry", she panted. "Go faster."
At her words, he began to quicken the pace, panting heavily like she was. He then heard her moan grow louder.
"Yes, just like that, love. Oh, my god!!"
Each word she spoke had him going faster. But it wasn't enough for her.
"Harder" she squealed. "HARDER!!"
His control abruptly snapped, bucking and jerking wildly, making her scream, the springs of the mattress squealing angrily in protest, and her headboard banging so loudly against the wall that it threatened to make a hole in it. Neither one noticed. They were only focused on each other.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her fingernails into his skin. She met his thrusts eagerly. She was dangerously close to her release. "I..I'm coming!! Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming!!"
"Look at me!" he said. She then looked directly into his eyes. "I don't want you to look away, understand?" he asked, still thrusting wildly. He wanted to look into her eyes as she released.
"Yes", she said. He kept on thrusting, feeling her body tense. She was just about to release. She was suddenly there and screamed, never taking her eyes away from his. He kept on thrusting, his own climax very close behind. His moans grew louder and louder, until he finally bellowed her name while emptying himself into her. Once his climax subsided, he collapsed on top of her, never taking himself out of her. He was still spilling inside her in small spurts. After about five minutes, the spurts ended. He carefully removed himself from her and rolled over, wrapping his arms around her and taking her with him. She rested her head on his chest, sighing.
"Are you all right?" he asked, caressing her cheek lovingly. "Did I hurt you in any way?"
"No", she sighed. "I'm just peachy." She then peeked up at him. "I don't even know your name", she said softly.
"I am called Undertaker, but my birth name is Mark", he said. "Call me whichever you like."
"Mark", she said, smiling. "I like that name." She sighed again. She had never felt more relaxed, or satisfied in her life. She wondered what Lana would have to say to this. She then placed a small kiss on Mark's chest. "Good night, Mark." With that, she settled into sleep. She then nestled deeper into his arms.
He stayed awake, watching her sleep. She looked even more beautiful than ever, a thin layer of sweat glistening off her beautifully creamy skin, her hair still damp from the shower she had taken before he had appeared. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips curved into a content looking smile. He then began to ponder what had just happened. It was the best night of his life. Not only had he claimed her, but also something else happened that was totally unexpected. At the exact moment of his release, he felt something that he didn't expect to feel. It was as if something in his very soul was taken out of him, and placed into her. What's more, he felt something from her soul being placed into him. He then realized what that meant. He had found his soulmate. Watching her for a few minutes more, his eyes began to grow heavy, and he slipped into a blissful sleep, never once removing his arms from around her.