MOTHER OF DRAGONS.

"that's it. there you go. just breathe with me. in through your nose... now let it out." it's a little ridiculous having the man currently trying to slide his dick into your tight cunt demonstrate how to breathe, but you appreciate the guidance nonetheless. especially when even just his tip inside you has your body tensing in protest.

the next inch slides in, and you gasp, tightening instinctively. he stills immediately, brushing his lips lightly over your sweaty temple. "shhh. sorry, too much?" you whimper an affirmation. "just... try not to fight it, okay? open up for me. you can do that. there's my girl."

he presses kisses down the side of your face, your jaw, your throat, murmuring between each one. so good for me. you feel incredible. that's in. doing so well. when your breathing evens out again, he moves just a fraction deeper, thick cock stretching out your cunt with each shift. it's uncomfortable, sure, but you can find comfort in the fact this giant man is so patient with you. you bite your lip, but he catches it with his thumb, freeing it, gentle even in his insistence.

"no hiding," he whispers. "let me hear you."

"mmm—sorry. keep going."

another press of his hips, still agonisingly slow to savour your shaky exhale. "that's it. gosh, you're so perfect. you're taking me so well." and it goes like that, inch by inch, clark easing forward only when you're ready, only when your body loosens around his thick length. every time you falter, he soothes you with his voice, with soft kisses, with the steady rub of his big hand up your side.

"relax, baby. i've got you. almost all the way in."

the stretch burns, your body moulding around the alien intrusion, but there's a sweetness in it too. the ache gives way to fullness when your body finally accepts him. when he bottoms out at last, hips flush to yours and his cock so deep you swear he must be in your womb, you let out a broken little sound of relief.

his head drops to your shoulder, breath hot and ragged. you think he might be shaking with the effort it took to go that slow.

"see?" he says softly, voice just as wrecked as yours. "told you you'd be okay." he pulls back just enough to look at you, his smile boyish and awed, eyes shining like you hung the stars rather than took an excruciatingly long time to adjust to the sheer size of him. all you can do is shudder beneath him, walls still clenching around the impossible fullness that somehow feels a little more possible right now.

"is this the part where you tell me i'm a big girl and give me a sticker?" you manage to tease as he finds your hands to lace your fingers together.

he rolls his eyes. "if that's what it takes to make you feel better."

you shake your head. all you really want is a kiss right now, and he seems to be thinking the exact same thing. clark ducks his head, mouth slotting against yours as you sigh shakily against him. a few more quick pecks and his forehead is pressed against yours. his weight settles more comfortable above you, careful not to crush you. you can still feel how deep he is, but the sharp edge of it dulls with every breath you take in sync with his.

his thumb strokes against your cheekbone, soft eyes burning into your own. "tell me how you're doing," he prompts gently. "i need to hear it from you."

"full," you admit with a shaky laugh. "don't think i could take any more."

he chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the hollow of your jaw. "good thing i have nothing left to give."

you stay like that for a while. him pressed flush against you, cooing in your ear like he's genuinely proud of you, smothering you in little kisses until you're giggling instead of grimacing.

"okay. okay, i'm ready."

he pulls back a few inches, then rolls forward. and god, the drag is overwhelming, your entire body shivering as your back arches up off the sweat-slick sheets beneath you.

"ohh—gosh," he groans. but even in his own haze he's still watching you, half-lidded blue eyes focused on the way your lips part, the way your own lashes flutter. "that's it. feels so good, honey. tell me if it's too much."

you shake your head, clutching him tighter, a breathless little "please don't stop" passing your lips. his answering smile is dizzy and tender, and he listens. shallow little rolls of his hips to let you adjust, building a pace until you're begging for more.