Yua lay beside him, her tiny body heaving with delight.
For a girl who had wanted him to be gentle, she had certainly stepped it up. She'd found it unsatisfying to straddle him the second time around and had rolled over so he could be on top. Zhair'lo had still been gentle. No matter how much masturbating the women claimed to do before their first time out, she still seemed far too tight to just pound away at.
There was a brief silence in which he reached out for Talla and felt ... nothing.
That was weird.
The place where he could usually feel her was gone. He felt his heart race for a moment which, given what he'd just been through, nearly knocked him unconscious.
"That was - ," Yua gasped, drawing his attention.
He turned on his side to face her.
"That was -- I ," she started again and had to close her eyes.
She turned her head to face him and wiped sweat away from her eyes before opening them.
"Thank you," she said, finally. "I didn't know what to expect, but -"
A shudder went through her body, forcing her eyes to close as a light moan sounded in her throat.
"Thank you," he replied when her eyes opened again.
She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a long, wet kiss.
"If I'd known," she said, "I wouldn't have been afraid."
"I try not to be scary," Zhair'lo said. "Y'know, in general."
She laughed the way that people do when they've been under too much stress.
"You're Zhair'lo," she said, stressing his name.
"Um, yeah?"
"Do you have any idea how -- I mean -- you're Zhair'lo. You and Zo'kar are, like -," Yua stopped, completely at a loss for words.
"Famous?"
"Heroic," Yua corrected. "All the girls you saved from that dorm? They come back and they tell us that you did it; that you're amazing."
She paused a moment before adding in a voice gone solemn, "And you are."
"Oh," was all he could think to say.
"So you can imagine," she went on as her eyes traced the beams in the ceiling, "how intimidating it is to come here."
"I'm intimidating?"
"Not you," she explained with the faintest tinge of impatience in her voice. "The idea of you."
"Oh," he repeated, trying to see the difference.
There was a person named Zhair'lo -- an actual person who did normal everyday things like shovelling manure and taking a piss in an outhouse. There was also an idea of Zhair'lo, gathered from stories, rumours and the like, that girls in the Temple idolized.
"It's kind of like a statue," she went on. "It's not you, y'know?"
So they had made a statue of him in their heads, all bronze and perfect and never having to do any of the banal things that people actually did.
That was either flattering, unnerving or, most likely, both. It made him dizzy.
Try not to think about it, he told himself.
She kissed him again, at length, and one of her hands slid down between their bodies to find that he wasn't quite ready for a third round. Not to be dissuaded, she wiggled down the length of the bed to put her lips to his flaccid shaft.
Zhair'lo wondered how that might taste. Her juices had thoroughly coated him right down to his testicles. Sweat was mixed in to that and no small amount of semen. Yua didn't seem to care. She took all of him in to her mouth and worked him over playfully. He wasn't nearly the mouthful he had been the first time she'd gone down on him.
Even in his state of recent satisfaction, watching her work him over with such enthusiasm was overwhelming. It was like being tickled too much. It was a rush -- a blood rush. He felt himself coming around.
He hadn't thought a third round would be possible following so closely on the heels of the second, but there was something about the timid little girl who had turned her anxiety to enthusiasm in such a short space of time.
"There we go," she said, admiring the effects of her work.
She flipped a leg over him and positioned herself. He wasn't even really that hard yet, but she was more than wet enough to make up for it. A little bit limp, he slid inside her as she moved her body downward.
The mesh struck and a painful surge of blood flowed in to his penis, hardening it in an instant as her arousal became his arousal. It was enough to make him dizzy. Yua wouldn't tolerate his nausea, trying to roll him into position on top of her.
"On top," she insisted. "Get it in deeper."
She twisted her body so he slid off the bed and had to put his feet on the floor to stay inside her. With her thighs spread as widely as she could manage, she locked her legs around his back.
"Push it in," she begged through clenched teeth.
Her hips were angled perfectly.
Sweating with the strength of her emotions and determination, Zhair'lo slowly pushed. Yua raised her body to meet him.
There was resistance in there, a tight spot where muscles deep inside still fought against his penetration.
She whimpered but did not relent, her heels digging in to his back to push him still farther inside her. With a last wince, his pelvis met her cheeks and took up all the slack her skinny body provided.
"Oh gods," she muttered as she closed her eyes and bit her lips.
He could feel the intensity of the experience, the stretching and all the pleasure it brought her. He didn't even need to move. He could feel the muscles in her belly trembling and vibrating all around his shaft.
"Getting bigger," she moaned. "No ... no ... no!"
There was a moment of wide-eyed panic as she approached orgasm. He couldn't imagine pulling out now. What would that do, even if the mesh allowed it, to have the swollen head of his penis yanking backwards at her insides? There was nothing either of them could really do about the situation.
Yua's mouth opened wide in a rictus of pain -- a pain he felt quite acutely both through the mesh and from the amount of pressure crushing his manhood inside her.
