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was, after all, a virgin.
    He trailed his lips down a searing path to my belly, where he explored my navel. I pushed him lower. His fingers loosely pulled against the hairs on my mound with interest. He played with a springy lock of midnight black hair and I couldn’t help but smile at his innocent wonderment. How fulfilling it was for the both of us each time we joined after his long sleep; it was his first mating, and sometimes mine. We discovered one another anew after so long.
    “It is so interesting how humans have skin and a little fur spattered about various places on their bodies. Why are some parts covered and yet other parts left bare? It makes no sense really, and somewhat odd; you should have either one or the other. Does that make you man or beast?” he said in a confused, pondering way.
    “Some men are indeed beasts,” I replied.
    His licentious play was driving me to the brink of insanity. I pushed him lower. His eyes lifted to me when at last I stopped to settle him between my open thighs. He lifted a cocky brow and his tongue leisurely licked at my folds. After one taste, he needed no more encouragement. He plundered everywhere until I writhed beneath him helplessly.
    “Randar,” I whimpered.
    “An odd name for a whale,” he replied through licks and teasing suckles.
    “It’s a fine name for a whale, and for a Kodiak bear, and for an eagle, and for a...” I was cut short on a gasp as he invaded me deeply.
    “Human females also talk too much,” he informed me, coming up for air.
    “Spoken like a true male,” I countered.
    He felt so wonderful as he replaced his mouth with delving fingers. His large body strolled back up mine own, tasting everywhere. I moaned, feeling the penetrating heat make my blood boil with want.
    “Mmmm, human females taste divine,” he said as he gently nibbled on my nipple, laving, grazing his teeth back and forth over the taut pebble. He cupped my round globe as though weighing it. He squeezed and kneaded my flesh. I arched my back, offering him more. I slid my leg up the length of his hard-as-steel powerful thigh.
    “It gets better, my darling,” I promised.
    I reached for his cock; it was hard and long, and huge, just like him. I stroked it between my hands. Up and down I teased sensuously, feeling him harden further. He groaned deeply in the back of his throat. His eyes widened suddenly in shocked surprise and his spontaneous reaction was to clutch me tightly, too tightly . His body pinned me to the bed with his overzealousness; I felt imprisoned.
    “Randar, I can’t breathe.” I gasped, feeling some panic.
    “Where does this, my throbbing organ, go into a human female?” he demanded. His voice was vicious, and for a brief moment I felt real fear. I was stunned with surprise; I had never once feared him.
    I then remembered his animal lust might get the better of him, for man and beast were still as one. Never before had I tamed a being so incredibly powerful. This witch child of ours would be strong if I proved victorious. I calmed my thundering heart and reminded myself this was my Randar, my soul mate, my beloved.
    “Go gently, Randar. Human females can be very fragile and become injured if they are taken with too much force, especially with their first mating,” I chided him, stroking his back to calm him. He growled out in a tone that I guessed was a whale’s frustration and annoyance, an interesting sound to be certain. He settled himself admirably. His body remained taut, but he softened his grip and once more he stroked instead of squeezed.
    “Please, where?” He sounded so tormented I took pity on him.
    I spread my legs wide and guided him to my opening, thinking my cautious chiding would urge gentleness from him. Big misunderstanding. Eagerly he thrust himself inside me, burying his large length deeply, and I screamed in pain. Never before had he taken me like this. His actions were so primitive.
    I gasped for air and whimpered his name. He