Elise felt the phallus bending and bending until is gave, surging forward into Gabrielle’s depths. She could feel a surge of pain that she remembered vividly form her own deflowering. The mix of emotions was overwhelming and Elise’s eyes glassed over as she looked down at her love.
Gently, she laid flat atop her while she got used to the pain. She felt a tackiness staining her thighs and she knew it was blood from Gabrielle’s innocence being taken. Taken by her. Given to her.
“I love you,” she whispered into Gabrielle’s ear. Gently, she began to move the phallus so that the good sensations would wash away the lingering hint of pain.