Sable’s POV
He pushes into my ass and the stretch is nothing like my p***y. Sharper. Tighter. A burning pressure that rips a scream from my throat so raw it scrapes my vocal cords.
The oil the women worked into me is the only reason his c**k fits at all and even with it my body fights the intrusion, clenching, resisting, and he pushes through the resistance with the steady force of a man.
"Kael, stop!" I gasp into the furs, my fists clawing the pelts. "It hurts, you're too big, I can't—"
"You can." He grips my hip and sinks another inch and the burn spreads through my whole lower body like a flame licking outward from the center.
He keeps pushing and I scream into the furs and tears soak the pelts under my face. Then something shifts. The burning thins into a pressure that's intense a
