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“Get back here,” she shouted, chasing after the beast. I raised my brow from where I was crouched in a tree. That wasn’t a good way to get an animal to do what you wanted it to.

“Let me show you,” I called as I dropped from the tree, cutting them both off. I flicked my knife into the boar’s throat as it tried to swerve around me. It ran a few more feet before falling, succumbing to it’s injuries. 

I turned back to the girl, smiling, “You need to-” My face paled. She looked pissed. Her glare was lethal. “Sorry,” I started, “I could tell you’ve never hunted before, and I thought you’d appreciate someone showing you what to do.”

“Thanks, but I could’ve taken care of it myself,” She said, her voice warning.

Not that I listened to many warnings.

“I’m Ana. I live on a farm on the edge of this forest.” I stuck my hand out to shake hers. She stared at it with disgust. I drew it back to my side. “I haven’t seen you around before, actually I don’t see a lot of people, especially my age,” I rambled. “I just thought you’d like the help, and to talk, maybe”

Her glare grew into a smirk. I was still afraid she was going to slit my throat.

“I’m Mereoleona,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m going to stay in this forest for a while”

“Oh! That’s good. Did you know if you train and practice your magic in areas of high natural mana like this forest, you’ll grow stronger faster. You probably did know that…” I continued to ramble.

“Would you like to join me,” she asked, her face unreadable.

I tried to keep my jaw from gapping. Unless she was asking because she had plans to eat me later, I had no idea why she’d invite me, a stranger, to stay with her. But I was craving a friend and she was the first girl I’d seen in a long time…

“Perhaps you have people waiting for you to return to that farm.” She gave me a wicked grin. “Thanks for the help, but you better get home before mommy and daddy realize you’re gone.” She plopped down in front of the dead boar and lit it on fire.

Before I could think, “I’ll join you. My parents are dead, so they won’t be worrying about me.”

She smiled up at me, “Good. Come have dinner with me, Ana.”

Mereoleona and I remained friends through the years. We’d go to my farm whenever we wanted to sleep under a roof, which wasn’t very often with her. I introduced her to the people I lived with. When we would visit, I would help with the chore and she would chase the chickens and try to scare anyone that came to buy food. She never asked about my relationship to them or how my parents had passed.

We’d stay outside together, training and basking in the natural mana. Mereoleona would disappear for 50-60 days every year. She never told me where she was going or when. The first time she had left I was heart broken, though I’d never let her know that. I cried and ran around the forest all day before I realized she was gone and went back to the farm. When she came back she didn’t explain anything, we just went back to playing in nature.

Mereoleona never asked questions, and eventually I learned to stop prying into her whereabouts as well. I assumed she was visiting someone else she cared about, but left my thoughts on the matter to myself. I had introduced her to my family, so she could take me to meet hers…

“I-if you don’t want to…” Sam trailed off, her voice cracking. 

“Sam,” Flynn managed. His voice was barely a whisper. Here comes the rejection… “I don’t- I mean…”

“It’s okay, Flynn,” Sam whispered. “You don’t need to explain yourself.”

“I’m saying,” Flynn straightened his shoulders, clearing his throat. “I’m a virgin too.”

Sam blinked, turning to meet his face. “Oh.”

It was Flynn’s turn to look at his lap, his face equally as red. “I mean, I want to-”

“Really,” Sam screeched. Her heart started to pound in her chest. Luna, now what do they do?

“It’ll help me learn how to please females when we get our own place,” Flynn continued, staring at his hands.

“Oh, that’s true.” Samantha said, scooting closer to him. 

The boys were planning on living together after their parents deemed them responsible enough to be let free. After their Ordeal. That wouldn’t be for a few years, but it was still something they constantly planned and discussed. Sam’s father had told her dorm life was part of the college experience and subjected her to the room assignment lottery. But he promised to get her an apartment next year. Close to campus so she could walk to class.

Which meant for four years, they had a place away from their parents to be free. And Samantha had decided the first step of that freedom was losing her virginity. To her best friend, Tristan Flynn.

“Are you sure,” Flynn asked, placing a hand on her thigh. “I mean, you can’t get it back. And are you sure you want me to do that?”

“Yes,” Sam said, hitching her breath when his hand squeezed tighter. “Who else would I ask to do this for me?”

“Ruhn,” Flynn shrugged.

Samantha scowled, “No. Ruhn is the prince, that’s a lot of pressure. And Declan prefers males, so don’t suggest him.”

“I’m sure he’d try it just for you.” Samantha rolled her eyes. “I just want to know you’re sure.”

“I am,” Sam said. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Flynn breathed. “But I don’t have a condom.”

“I do,” Samantha felt her face flush again. “The RAs give them out like candy.” She stood up and walked to her roommates desk, grabbing the bowl of condoms they kept there to show him. “There’s all kinds of different… things on them too.”

“When’s Nellie coming back?” Flynn asked, adjusting the collar of his t-shirt. 

“Her boyfriend has the dorm to himself tonight, so she won’t be back until tomorrow.” Sam’s roommate was probably already 3 orgasms into the night. Nellie had experience, and gave Sam lessons every night leading up to this. Sam only hoped Flynn liked her blowjob as much as the pickles had.

“That’s good, we won’t get interrupted.” Flynn stood up and met Samantha at the desk, grabbing the bowl from her and placing it back down. “Are you sure you want me to be your first?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Yes, Flynn, I’m sure.”

Before she could register what was happening, Flynn bent down, his lips meeting hers. Sam’s eyes fluttered shut. His lips were so soft and sure. Her hands reached up, pulling him closer by his hand. She ignored the fact that she was shaking. 

Remember to be confident, Nellie’s voice replayed in Sam’s ears. Boys like it when you act confident, even when you’re not. Take control. I bet a guy like Tristan would love that.

Sam, keeping her lips firmly attached to Flynn's, tried walking him to her bed. Flynn got the message but instead of letting her push him, turned them so it was her walking backwards. They kept going until her knees hit the mattress and he gently pushed her to sit down.

Sam whined when Flynn pulled his mouth away. “Lift you hips,” He ordered, his voice husky with lust. 

“Why?” Sam blinked as her friend got on his knees and pushed her legs apart. “What are you doing?” This is not what Nellie said would happen!!

“I want to taste you,” Flynn groaned, rubbed her thighs. He looked up, his pupils dilated. “Is that okay?”

Sam felt her heartbeat inside her vagina. Nellie had not prepped her for this at all, but fuck… She nodded her head, lifting herself up long enough to pull her leggings to her thighs. Flynn pulled them the rest of the way down and off her feet. But then his eyes returned to her sex.

“Did you wear these for me?” Sam could tell he was trying to tease her but his voice was so deep and aroused that it sounded more desperate than anything else. 

“Y-yes,” Sam breathed. He was staring right at her, well right through her sheer pink panties through to her clit. The sex shop Nellie had taken her to was limited on the lingerie Sam would have preferred. She took off her hoodie, revealing a matching bra. Her nipples hard and scratching against the poorly placed seam.

Flynn groaned, “Fuck, you look hot.” Sam blushed again. That was something he never told her before. Usually it was ‘You look fine’ or ‘Does it even matter?’ Declan was the one usually dishing out compliments on her appearance. “Lay down.” 

Sam laid back, resting her head on the pillows her mother had bought her specifically for her freshman dorm. Going to college required an interior designer, apparently. Flynn got to his feet, ripping off his shirt, giving Samantha one of her favorite views of his defined arms and body, but then his hand moved to his belt.

Luna’s tits this was actually happening.

Once his jeans were off, Samantha peaked at his tight black boxers and realized two things. One, Flynn was very much as aroused as she was, and two, he was fucking huge. She suddenly felt unsure about being able to take him. Nellie told her if she was wet enough it would just slip in, but the third leg Lord Hawthorne was hinting at would not just slide into her. She could barely fit a finger inside herself when she tried masturbating.

“You okay?” Flynn asked, climbing into bed on top of her.

“Yes,” Sam lied. She would be fine, but only after she was assured that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Flynn leaned down and kissed her again. His hips rested on hers and they both groaned at the sensation of his hard cock rubbing against her clit. This new pressure also made them both very aware of how wet Sam already was.

Flynn removed his lips from hers, causing Sam to whine at the loss. He snickered before placing light, warm kisses on her check and down her jaw and neck, until he got to the beginning of the bra cup. He sat up, pressing his erection harder into her middle, and reached under her back.

Sam didn’t see the point of taking it off when he could see everything through the fabric, but she rose, granting him better access to the clasp, which he managed to undo very quickly.

“That’s better,” Flynn said as he pulled the shitty fabric off her arms. Sam started to roll her eyes but squeezed them shut with a gasp as his mouth clamped around her left nipple, sucking lightly. He purred, she lifted her hips and grinded into him. He laughed as he kissed his way to the other nipple. Holy fuck.

“Flynn,” Sam whined, grinding her hips into his.

“Be patient,” Flynn tsked at her. “I’m not going to rush this.”

“Sorry,” Sam whispered, “I’m just so…”

“Horny,” Flynn suggested. Sam flushed again. “You’re sexy, Sam, but you need to calm down. I want to make you feel good.”

“I do feel good,” she whispered.

“Then let’s continue,” Flynn said, kissing the underside of her boob, before moving down her ribs and stomach, Sam squirming the whole time. When he got to the thin strap of her thong he paused and looked up at her. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Tristan,” Sam said, rolling her eyes. Then she gasped at Flynn biting her hip. 

“Tell me if you want to stop, or if I’m doing it wrong.” It was Flynn’s turn to blush. His fingers hooked into her panties, and Sam lifted her hips so he could pull them off of her. Now she was bare, and her best friend could see everything.

His breath was warm, and made her very aware of how much of her arousal had spread all over her legs. She didn’t have time to suggest wiping herself off before his mouth met her clit.

Sam nearly screamed at the sensation. Her hands fumbled to grasp onto his hair, her stomach and knees bent as her whole body squirmed. 

His tongue lapped up and down on her sensitive nub, and Sam screwed her eyes shut in response. “Oh,” she moaned. She liked this, this felt good. Why hadn’t Nellie told her to expect this? Flynn growled in response to her tugging his hair closer, causing vibrations to assist his kisses. “Holy fuck,” she cried out. His licking and sucking had her dizzy.

“Sam,” Flynn warned into her clit.

“Can’t you tell I like this,” she hissed in response. “I promise to push you off of me if I want to stop.”

That seemed to work for Flynn, because his attention went back to her clit. A few moments later, Sam felt a pressure at her entrance. She pulled his hair again, giving permission for his finger to enter her. Flynn hissed as it did. She was tight.

Sam’s eyes rolled back. She had given up on being shy or proper, and decided to just moan and pull on Flynn’s hair. She had never been able to make herself feel this good.

“Flynn,” Sam whined, her belly filling with warmth. Her best friend didn’t let up, and coaxed the orgasm out of her. Her thighs squeezed around the male's head, her whole body shaking as she cried out. Flynn removed his mouth from her and slowly pulled out his finger after she laid down, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay,” he asked. Flynn moved his dry hand to rub her leg. Sam nodded, unable to speak. Her eyes fluttered. Then shut. Flynn’s warmth vanished, and she opened her eyes to watch him grab a condom.

“Shouldn’t it be your turn now?” Sam asked, eyeing the still clothes erection. She sat up on her elbows. “Sit on the bed.”

“I want to be inside you now, Sam,” Flynn said, his eyes cloudy. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Sam said. “I just thought that you would want-”

“Not today,” Flynn said, pulling down his boxers. Sam felt herself get nervous again as his cock sprang free. Thick, long, and so very hard. She licked her lips. Maybe she wanted it in her mouth more than he did. “I want this to be about you.”

Sam blinked, “But it’s your first time too.”

“I get to fuck you,” Flynn said, opening the condom and rolling it on his dick. She felt her vagina clench at the sight. “What could be better than that?”

Sam felt herself blush again. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not,” Flynn said, climbing back on top of her. He grabbed her jaw, kissed her lips, all while rubbing his cock against the very wet clit. “I’m going to ask one more time, are you sure? Now's the time to speak up.”

“Yes, Flynn, I’m sure.” Samantha rose to kiss him, “I want it to be you.”

That was all he needed, and Sam felt the pressure Nellie warned her about as Flynn guided his cock into her. After getting what Sam hoped was the whole thing but knew wasn’t even half, Flynn turned his attention to her. He held her and kissed her face and neck and she slowly took the rest of him. He didn’t dare to move for a few moments. 

“It’s really tight,” Sam whimpered.

“You have no idea,” Flynn groaned. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Sam moved her hand from his arm to his head, pulling him to her. “Move,” she demanded before attaching their lips together. 

They both moaned into each others mouths and he moved his hips back, dragging his cock out of her, only to push it back in. He kept the pace slow, letting her get used to his size. Soon enough they were both panting and moaning, Sam scratching at Flynn’s back and arms as he fucked her.

“Oh gods,” Sam cried out. She felt herself tighten around him, the familiar warmth warning of an orgasm spreading through her stomach.

“Fuck,” Flynn snarled into her neck. He kept his pace, not bothered by her physical assault of his skin when Sam came. A few more strokes and he was there with her. His orgasm nearly blinded him. Flynn nestled his head into her shoulder, his cock still buried in her pussy. “That was insane,” he mumbled into her skin.

Sam could only nod. That was better than she had expected.

Flynn groaned, getting up and pulling himself out of her. “Where do you keep your towels?”

“In the bottom drawer of the dresser,” Sam said, breathing heavily. Flynn was gone and back in a minute, carefully cleaning her up with a wash cloth. “I can do that myself.”

“Sorry,” Flynn said. He laid back down in the bed. “I think I need a nap now.”

Sam laughed, “I know I do.”

“Are you okay?” He rolled to his side, rubbing his hand down her side. He rested it on her ass. “Did I hurt you?”

“A bit sore,” Sam shrugged. “I think that’s to be expected.”

Flynn bit his lip, “Do you need anything?”

“No, Flynn,” Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“I should go home before my mom tries to hunt me down.” Flynn got up and shuffled into his clothes. “If you need anything, call me. Please.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“I will,” Sam nodded. What was up with him?  She threw on her robe and walked to the door. Flynn stepped outside. “Get home safe.”

“I will, baby. Don't worry.” Sam blinked. Flynn’s face turned bright red and then he turned and marched toward the exit.

She had rushed into a pantssuit, forgetting to brush her teeth and hair before she ran out the door. By some miracle she had gum, deodorant, and a small makeup bag in her desk to make her look presentable at the museum. But then one of the interns hadn’t watched where he was going and ran right into her, spilling his very hot coffee all over her white suit.

She had ordered lunch, as a treat for the awful morning she had (and because she forgot to pack her lunch), and not only had her order been wrong, but the food had a bug in it.

And now, after all that, Sam was layering toilet paper in the lacy thong she had worn for two days now because her period had decided to show up a week early. She was too embarrassed to ask anyone if they had anything, and while she technically could leave for the day, there was still the drive home. Pitstop, the pharmacy.

“Stupid, fucking day,” Sam whispered to herself. Maybe she could just bleed out in this bathroom stall and be done with it. She pulled her pants up, and examined to make sure it didn’t look like she was wearing a fucking diaper before heading back to her office for her bag.

“Good night, Samantha,” Miles waved on her way out. Samantha nodded back at him before heading down the grand outdoor staircase that led to the main doors of the museum. Humans and venir alike were hanging around, some sitting on the stairs, others laying in the grassy field. 

Sam ignored their smiling faces and didn’t wait for the street to clear before putting her car in drive. She dutifully ignored the text her car alerted her of, from Declan saying she was driving too fast. After a few blocks she parked in the small parking lot of the pharmacy, but as soon as she stepped out of her car, the heel of her shoe broke off and she fell.

Samantha laid there, blinking at her bad luck.

Her phone beeped several more times, probably the boys wondering where the fuck she was. She screeched, pulling herself up. “Stupid fucking shoes, stupid fucking males.” 

Sam ripped off both her heels and chucked them in the car, opting to go into the store barefoot. Let her look crazy, she was probably bleeding through her pants, next to the black stain from the coffee. The cashier knew better than to make small talk and he scanned the boxes of tampons and pads.

The drive home was silent. Sam just wanted to curl back in her bed and sleep the day off.Her lower abdomen cramped, as if to remind her it wouldn’t be that easy. 

Samantha poorly parked her car in the driveway and stormed into the house, ignoring her roommates who were lounging on the couch.

“Hey Sam,” Declan said, sitting up. She responded by raising her middle finger and shutting her bedroom door louder than she meant to. She could hear them murmuring to each other, trying to figure out what the fuck her deal was. 

Sam ignored the whispered conversation about her. Instead she went to her bathroom and ripped the stupid clothes off her body. As she suspected, the toilet paper hadn’t helped her much and now the white pants were stained with coffee and blood. She kicked everything into the corner of the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

What were the chances of her roommates making dinner without her instruction? Or better yet, ordering greasy, cheesy food. A warm pizza box would certainly soothe her cramps.

The shower was so loud she didn’t hear the click of the door opening or notice she wasn’t alone until Tharion opened the shower curtain.

“Mind if I join you?” Tharion winked.

Sam scoffed at him, “Yes, actually.”

The mer blinked. “You’re cranky today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“I had a bad day,” Sam grumbled, lathering soap into her arms. “Do you mind? You’re letting cold air in.”

Instead of leaving, like any normal person would do, Tharion dropped his pants and boxers, and then ripped off his shirt before coming into the shower.

“Better?” He grinned.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Come on, Sam.” The mer whined, “At least let me wash your back before you make your decision.”

Sam sighed. Giving up for the time being, she handed him the bubbly loofah and turned her back to him. 

Tharion seemed to purr as he moved her hair over one shoulder before slowly rubbing circles down her back. His spare hand held her in place by her hips. Sam moaned. Fine, maybe a back scrub and massage would be nice, and she would have to be nice to get those.

“See?” Tharion teased, “And you wanted to send me away.” He leaned down, his hot breath tickling her neck. “Say thank you.” He bit down into the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

Sam whimpered, “Thank you.”

Tharion pulled her to him, “Such a good girl,” he praised. His hardened cocked nestled into the space between her firm ass cheeks. “How shall I reward you?”

Sam blinked, lost in a haze of pleasure, “What-”

But before she could finish Tharion had lunged his hands down, rubbing soapy circles down her body until she got to her clit. “Maybe this needs some washing.”

“No, wait-”

Tharion’s hands were on her before she could finish her protest. Sam moaned as he circled her clit, the nerves heightened in sensation due to the change in her hormones. She flew her head back. It was fine, they were in the shower. Tharion would never know she was bleeding. He’d rub one out and then be on his merry way. That’s what they liked to do right? Please her then vanish. 

Tharion’s fingers travelled lower. “You’re so wet, baby,” he taunted. Sam’s eyes fluttered. “I knew you just needed a little help and you’d be all better.”

Sam moaned, leaning back into him, grinding her ass against his dick. If he took her from behind he’d never know. The water would wash away any evidence.

“Let me taste your pretty pussy,” Tharion said, pulling his fingers out. “Tell me who’s making you so wet-” He paused.

Samantha opened her eyes, to Tharion’s hand covered in her period blood. Her face became very hot.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was going to tell you, but then it felt good, and I…” She turned around to face him. Tharion blinked down at her before leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. The bloody hand, notedly stayed under the water stream.

“Are you okay,” Tharion asked once their mouths separated.

Sam nodded, “I’m really sorry-”

“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who shoved my hands into you. And I don’t care about a little blood.”

Sam blinked at him, “Really?”

The mer shrugged, “I’ve seen a lot worse than this on the job, and besides,” He leaned down to whisper again, “I’m making my pretty little faerie feel good and moan when she’s having a bad day.”

“So, you would… continue?” Sam pursed her lips at him.

Tharion nodded, “If that’s what my pretty faerie wants.”

Sam reached up to kiss Tharion, sucking on his bottom lip until he grabbed her hips hard, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against his abs to get some friction as he pushed her against the shower wall. 

“Tharion, please,” Sam panted as he bit and kissed and sucked down her face and neck, only stopping when he got to her nipple, giving each hardened tip a quick suck before trailing back up the other side of her face.

“So needy,” Tharion chuckled. “Do you want my cock, baby?”

Sam nodded, “Yes, please.”

The mer kissed her lips hard before aligning his cock with her entrance. Sam looked down to watch as he fucked her, noting the trail of blood and arousal the covered his muscles. She felt herself blush again, embarrassed at the mess she made. 

Tharion thrust up, hitting the spot that caused her head to roll back. “Don’t worry about that,” he groaned, slamming his hips into her. “It’s fucking sexy, it’s natural, and we’re in the shower so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Sam moaned, nodding her head. “O-okay.”

“Good girl,” Tharion teased before attacking her neck again. “You’re taking me so well.”

Sam gripped him tight, unable to do much else besides moan. The pleasure was so intense she had forgotten about her cramps. Or maybe sex had taken the cramps away? She didn’t care, it felt so good.

“Tharion,” Sam warned, her body tightening around him.

“I know, baby.” He licked her nipple. “Look at my pretty little faerie squeezing my cock while she comes.”

Sam threw her head back, moaning louder as her orgasm took over. Tharion kept thrusting, wilder now, forcing her to ride it out while he chased his own climax.

“Oh fuck,” Sam whimpered, her head resting on his shoulder.

Tharion chuckled. “I’m going to put you down now.” He placed her on her feet, kee[ing hold of her hips until she had her balance back. Sam looked at the blood covering his cock and blushed.

“I-Let me clean you up,” She said.

“No,” Tharion grabbed the loofah before she could. “I told you to not worry about a little bit of blood.”

“But-”

“Let me clean you up.” He kissed her head, “Come on, aren’t males supposed to help their girlfriend when she’s on her period? The guys will be mad at me if I don’t get you into bed with your heating pad and chocolates.”