The Thief and the Worrior

THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK!It came about during a bout of insomnia and I wrote it in 56 min and 28 seconds.

Reflection
Discalimer:Don't own em.
Mild Lemon and mentions of rape
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I finally worked up the courage to ask him.

He was afraid at first, but accepted anyways.

Tonight would be the night.

The night we offically make love.

He had been so afraid because he was raped, two times no less, when he was ten.

It scared him from ever accepting intimate touch as acceptable.

He scratched his sister across the face when she touched him on the arm once.

He bit me when I tried to caress his cheek the first time.

It took a lot of digging and prying to get him to talk.

When he did, I knew if anything was to happen between us I had to be slow.

And gentle.

If I scared him by moving wrong, he would get up and leave.

I had to show him the meaning of the word gentle.

The witch had been everything but.

I had to prove that I could be that.

I entered his room.

He was used to not having much so he took a much smaller one in the palace for his own.

He was sitting on the large bed with his thin arms wrapped around himself, shivering.

I moved slowly, lest I scare him out of this.

He looked up, eyes somewhat fearful, as they saw my dark form move towards the bed.

I set a paw on his knee and was happy that he did not try and move it away.

My other arm wrapped around his lithe shoulders, drawing him close.

Most people would think this is sick, twisted and wrong.

But this feels right.

He trembled lightly at my touch but not as bad as he would have had I not warned him ahead of time.

He brings his lips to mine and kissed me softly.

At least he's being as willing as he can at the moment.

His left paw danced across my chest and to the little tuft of fur.

He loved messing it up with his thin fingers.

His lips moved upwards and inched across my brow.

They then moved up to my right ear and nibbled softly.

His fingers danced across my chest playfully.

It was the first time I've seen him so into this.

I finally brought my paws into play and he immeatly froze.

Seeing his pause, I quickly leaned upwards towards his ear.

I began purring.

It was rare to find a hedgehog who could actually purr.

Technically it was a churr but it was close enough.

As a matter of fact, only the members of the royal family could properly 'purr'.

It calmed him.

He let me carefully stroke his arms and face.

I knew that if I moved too fast he would hurt me in some way.

I wasn't about to let that happen.

I bent back down and laid him flat on the bed.

My lips went to his neck and began giving butterfly kisses all along it.

A startled gasp escaped him.

I expected him to push me off and huddle aginst the wall.

But he didn't.

Instead he laced his fingers through my wild mass of quills and pulled me closer.

He liked it.

I found something that didn't frighten him.

Figuring he'd like it too, I began to suckle softly on the front of his throat.

He purred softly in approval.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

They were almost black with passion.

Knowing I could continue without hinderance, I went lower down.

Slowly, mind you.

I didn't want to frighten him too badly.

He had always been the one to service me.

This time it'd be the other way around.

I serviced him orally.

I loved his mewl as he came.

He sounded so enthralled that nothing would stop us.

His eyes shimmered with uncertainty as he asked in his timid, yet oh-so-gentle voice if it would hurt.

I didn't promise him that it wouldn't.

I told him that it would hurt for a little while until his body got used to it.

He gulped and cast his gaze to the floor.

I was about to tell him that we could stop even though I was hot, bothered and ready to put a hole through
a brick.

He looked up resolutely and nodded that he wished to continue before getting on his paws and knees.

Then I got an idea.

I told him that it would be easier of he slickened it with his saliva before I attempted the aforementioned
deed.

He nodded and began to lick the tip of my eagerness.

I knew that if I touched him as he did this, he would wimp out so I forced myself to be still and make my
enjoyment known with sounds.

He silently thanked me as he pulled back.

I was covered from crown to base with his spittle.

He turned back around and I eased in as slow as I could.

Once the head was in, I leaned over to check on him.

He was biting his lip and trying to keep from crying.

I was about to pull out when he started to push backwards.

I let him control how much went in, seeing as it wasn't my ass being streched beyond normal.

He fnally stopped when he was flush with me and whimpered.

Even though I was being constricted far more than ever, I forced myself to hold still.

He suddenly went limp.

He opened his eyes with a sigh and pushed himself so he was more sitting in my lap.

He told me there was no more pain.

I churred softly and placed my paws on his hips before lifting him slightly.

He pressed back down.

It took a good few minutes of grinding and bucking and panting before I came.

He done so too at the same time.

I tiredly let him go as he pulled himself off my flaccid member.

We laid back in the bed.

He snuggled into my chestfur.

I wrapped my arms protectively around him and pulled the blankets over us.

"Aishiteru, my obsidian tenshi." he whispered.

"Aishiteru, seiai." I answered, licking his ear.

We fell asleep in perfect harmony.

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