Chapter 5 Chapter 005

ELORA'S POV   

"Are you in or not?" He remained silent. "Yes or no?" I stared at him, refusing to look away. For several seconds, the stranger said nothing; then he threw his head toward the sky and dragged both hands through his hair, looking as though I had just asked him to walk willingly into a burning building. He sighed.

"Fine," he muttered unwillingly, and my heart jumped. Even though he didn't seem excited about this whole thing, he didn't turn me down, and that made me happy. I quickly hid my relief and my excitement behind a determined expression.

"Good!" I muttered.

"Good?" He repeated in disbelief, "That is all you have to say?" I nodded.

"Yes, we finally agreed on something," I tried not to smile, because somehow I am getting excited about this whole idea that he is the man that I am losing my virginity to, not one of those monsters that call themselves dragon's prince. Then he sighed heavily.

"So, we are getting a room in a motel?" He asked suddenly, and my eyes immediately snapped to him. I didn't think about that; I was only focused on getting him to agree, but never thought about where it could be done. I shook my head.

"No way." The words flew from my lips; his eyebrows rose.

"Why?"

"Because I don't have money for that." He stared at me, while I stared back at him. A long silence stretched between us, before he rubbed his forehead,

"Then where would you want it?" He asked, "Your place?" The stranger asked, getting impatient with me, I tried to think of a possible place that we could get this done, but no possible place came into mine, then suddenly my eyes, found the root of a tree, the place was darker and it wouldn't be visible to passersby

"Over there!" I whispered, pointing toward the trees at the edge of the woods. He followed my fingers; his mouth fell open.

"You can't possibly be serious." I nodded. He looked back at me. "You want me to..." He paused, not able to finish the words. "Do this there."

"Yes!" I nodded without hesitation. He shook his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. My smile faded. I stared at him. "Why not?"

"Because that is the middle of nowhere!" I crossed my arms.

"You are the one who asked where."

"Of course, people who have sex had a place where it could be done, a place with a roof, windows, doors, and a bed with clean bedsheets, not under a tree." He scoff.

"Is it bad?" He looked at me like I was insane; he nodded.

"Yes, no one fuck a woman under a tree." He scoffed; irritation filled his expression. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't see anything wrong in it." His expression shifted to one of surprise.

"You are insane!" He screamed suddenly, and I glared at him.

"You are acting too decent." his expression changed. I continued before he could interrupt, "I know laborers; I have heard stories about them. They don't exactly need fancy rooms to fuck a woman." I used his words; his jaw tightened when I said that. I wasn't lying because it's the truth. I heard females in the foster home talk about how those laborers had sex in the farm.

"Yes, but I have never..." He stopped himself.

"Never what?"

"Forget it." he turned around, and my stomach sank; he was walking away from me.

"No!" I hurried after him and stepped directly into his path, he stopped.

"Move aside!"

"Please!" The word escape before I could stop it, he was my last hope and I can't afford to let him go, he stared at me, I had never been good at begging, even when Mrs. Harlow would punish me at the foster home, I never beg, and I hated showing my weakness, but right now pride was useless, "I just need you to help me," I whispered, "I have no one else who can help me." He stared at me for half a second, then something flickered across his face. He looked away. For a moment, I thought he would walk away. Instead, he sighed- a long, defeated sigh- and I knew that he was breaking. Somehow, something inside me tells me, the man can't say no to me.

"All right," he said quickly. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. He looked at me. "But if we are doing this, you need to understand something." I rolled my eyes inwardly, not another lecture. How old is he? I asked mentally aborting the thought.

"What?" I asked instead of asking him how old he was.

"Are you sure about this?" I nodded in frustration.

"You asked me that before." he studied my face as though searching for hesitation. When he couldn't find any, his voice came up.

"Strip!" He commanded. His voice wasn't harsh, but it sounded so authoritative that it annoyed the shit out of me. My eyes went to him; I glared at him.

"What?" I screamed

"You heard me," he muttered. I opened my lips to say something, but he beat me to it. "People don't have sex with clothes on," the stranger said.

"Oh!" I whispered as the realization hit me, that he was right, I was supposed to strip when making out with a man, I didn't think of this, this was never the scenario I pictured in my head but then my eyes narrowed, he wasn't naked then why would he want me to be naked? "You!" I said suddenly, his gaze fixed on me. "You are still fully clothed," I said. If I am getting embarrassed, I shouldn't be the only one who is.

"Are you doing it or not?" he asked. I frowned, but I had no choice but to strip.

"Fine!" I said, my voice a little louder, as if I was trying to convince myself that I could do it. I reached my arm behind me and easily found the zip, with hesitation, I pulled the zipper down, feeling my dress loosen up, the moment the zipper went down, I instinctively caught the front of my dress, with my other hand and held it up, once I finished unzipping my dress, I straightened up and my arms were crossed over my chest, holding the dress in place preventing it from falling but I know I had to let it fall, I took a deep breath then move my hand carefully from it, and the gown fall gracefully to my feet.  I looked up; the stranger's eyes were on me. He sat on the root of the tree, the one I told him we could use. A quiet growl escaped his lips. Suddenly, I felt ashamed. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I bit my lower lips  

"Do you really want to do this?" The stranger asked for the second time. I nodded, then straightened up.

"Uh!"

"You heard me." I sighed inwardly, then let my hand drop even when my instinct was telling me to turn around and run away. Then I strengthened myself.

"You see, I know what I want." My voice came out firmer.

"Come here!" He commanded I didn't move and he didn't as well, the air suddenly felt different, only a few minutes ago, I had been determined to get what I needed, I had picture the whole scenario in my head, convincing myself I could do this without feeling anything, but standing there with just my undies, was embarrassing, "you know you could still change your mind." I swallowed.

"I am not changing my mind." I cut him off, he stared at me, still not moving, my heart was beating far too loudly, I could hear it in my ears, then something inside me snapped, I stepped forward, walking slowly to him, then crouched beside him, before I grabbed his shoulders, and pressed my lips against his, for one frozen second, he didn't respond, then his hand caught my arm, steadying me, the kiss deepened but there was nothing like I had imagined, it as if I was flying, my heart palpitations increase, my stomach twisted, heat rise from my stomach to my chest as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my toes gripped the muddy ground, I didn't even know when his fingers moved behind me until my bra loosen around my chest, and fall to the ground, it was a strapless bra. A strange sound left my lips the moment his lips enveloped my tits, while his other hand kneaded the other.

I couldn’t understand what I was feeling. I had never felt like this before; no one had ever touched me this way. He was the first man, and I kind of loved this. It didn't take long before he disentangled from me, and I felt empty suddenly. A frustrated growl left my lips; he smirked. "Help me undress." My eyes bulged; I was going to take his clothes off. He looked at me. I nodded without hesitation. I reached for his coat with trembling fingers, and I took every piece of fabric from his body one after the other. His body was perfect, too perfect for a laborer. I let my fingers brush his nude body shamelessly. The moment the last fabric dropped, I stumbled backward. He grabbed my hands; his cock wasn't something I imagined. He was big down there.

"Scared already!" He tease, I swallowed hard biting my lower lips, then he pulled me to himself, "we don't have all night," he whispered the moment my body slammed into his, he kiss my neck down to my collarbone, then his hand found my womanhood, my eyes bulged, as a low groan let my lips, then his fingers move into me, "it is going to be painful," he whispered, biting my earlobe, he was trying to scared me, "you know, it's not too late for us to stop," I shook my head, I didn't want him to stop without warning he thrust into me 

"shit!" I cursed; his groans resonated around me while I trembled as waves of pleasure hit me. They ripped through my body; my whole body trembled while the stranger kept thrusting in and out of me. My back was on the dirt ground; I couldn't believe my first sex was in the middle of nowhere, on a dirty ground, and with a stranger. My fingers dug into the dirty floor, my toes curled as my lashes fluttered; I had never felt anything like this. Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to pee. "Please let me go, I want to pee!" I screamed, he smirked.

"That isn't pee!" He whispered, increasing his speed. I felt pain and pleasure at the same time; my body shook violently. Then I heard a guttural growl ripped from his throat; it echoed through the wood. I felt warm liquid filling me up and eventually dripped out of me once he pulled out, before his body collapse to the dirt ground, then he pulled me from the ground and make me laid on him, before brushing the strand of my hair that were covering my face, and press soft kiss on my forehead before a soft snore ripped from him, he had fallen asleep with his fingers wrapped around me. I knew I should leave already, but somehow, I just can't. I don't even know his name. "A little nap, and you will be gone." I mouthed to myself. I basked in his scent. I knew, I told myself, for a few seconds; somehow, his scent lulled me to sleep. "Oh, my gods!" I screamed as the early hours of the morning's rays fell on me. The sky was still dark, but I knew it was morning already. "fuck!" I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened around me, holding me so firmly that I couldn't break free, I had no choice but to cast another spell on him. Let's say that in less than twenty-four hours of meeting him, I already cast two spells. But it was the only thing I could think of. The moment his grip loosened, I grabbed my things and ran; I didn't dare look back. My heart pounded violently against my chest as I sprinted through the darkness, my footsteps echoing behind me. It wasn't long before the familiar sight of the foster home came into view. I slowed down immediately, I couldn't let anyone see me coming back at this time. Keeping to the shadows, I approached the entrance and carefully pushed open the broken gate, wincing when it creaked beneath my hand and I froze, for a moment standing perfectly still and listening, but there was nothing, so I slowly slipped through the opening and quietly pulled the gate behind me, praying that no one inside had heard me.

"Trying to run away?"