My First Touch: The Wolf Slayer’s Night with Lilas
Lilas’s bedroom. Stone walls, wooden roof. The bed—a massive straw mattress under heavy quilts. I stood frozen as she unbuckled my belt. Heart hammering. Naked for the first time with another soul. Skin prickling in the cool air. Her small hands peeled away my clothes, layer by layer. No words. Just her eyes, blue and smiling. I didn’t stop her. Couldn’t. This was it—no turning back.
She slipped under the quilt, bare skin brushing mine. Heat. Soft curves against my lean frame. My breath caught. Panic mixed with pull. I’d read about this. Books on love, sex. But feeling it? Overwhelming. Her body pressed close. Too close. I wanted to bolt, yet craved the warmth. Foot against foot. Tremble. “You were scared when I undressed you,” she whispered. Voice soft. I turned, moonlit shadows on her face. Lips parted. Heart racing faster. Desire bloomed low, hot.
The Approach
Talk turned intimate. Her hand on my cheek. Fingers in my hair. I’d never been touched. Not since childhood ghosts. Masturbation? Tried it. Never came. Lonely rubs. Now her? Real. Alive. “You ever touch yourself?” she asked. I smiled in the dark. Admitted it. Her hand guided mine. No. Wait. She touched herself first. Breath quickening. Wet sounds under quilts. My chest tightened. Nipples hardening. Shame? Excitement. I leaned in. Kissed her. Lips soft, urgent. Tongues tangled. Hungry.
Her hand found mine. Placed it on hers. Fingers moving together over her slick heat. She moaned into my mouth. Body arching. I felt her pulse, her release. Ragged gasps. Then she turned my hand to her wetness. Pubic hair coarse under palm. Slippery folds. “Touch me,” she breathed. No experience. Just instinct. Theory from pages. Slow circles. She gasped. Kissed harder.
The Instant and Beyond
Her fingers explored me. Pubis first. Then parting lips. Wet. Hot. I trembled. “Can I go in?” Fingers slid inside. Burning stretch. Good burn. Thrusts gentle, building. My hips bucked. Fingers faster in her. Her mouth on my nipple. Suckling. I cried out, muffled. Tension coiled. Heart thundering. Colors exploded behind eyes. First orgasm. Waves crashing. Body convulsing. Her too, clenching around me. Collapsed together. Sweaty, spent.
After. Silence heavy, sweet. Innocence shattered. No more lone wolf. Touched. Pleasured. Marked. That night broke me open. New world. Lilas’s arms—safety, fire. Dawn hinted change. No going back to empty hunts. Heart still raced remembering. Ache of loss, thrill of gain. Adult now. Craving more.
