Breaking the Hymen

"Have you ever seen one before?" Lorne asked, his deep voice breaking the heavy silence of the bedchamber.

Rowena swallowed hard, her eyes locked on the pulsing, vein-ridged shaft standing proud from his groin. "Not on a man," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Go ahead and touch it," he encouraged, his tone calm. "It is bigger than it normally is, but not as big as it is going to get."

Rowena’s breath caught in her throat. A sudden spike of worry gripped her chest, making her heart hammer against her ribs. She stared at the thick, rigid length of him, terrified by the sheer mass. "It gets bigger?" she asked, her mind racing with the daunting thought that this massive girth would be penetrating her body.

"It has to," he replied easily. "And harder, too. The better to love you with, my wife."

"Won't it hurt me if it gets bigger than that?" Rowena asked, her fingers curling into the wool rug beneath her knees.

Lorne did not sugarcoat his words. He spoke with total honesty. "I won't lie to you. The first time is almost always painful. Your maidenhood has to be broken," he stated. "But you have to remember that a child comes out of the same place that I will be putting my penis, and a baby is much larger. I know childbirth is quite painful, but we are speaking of something much smaller than that. I have no doubt that I can make this more pleasurable than your fears make it out to be. Go ahead. Touch it."

Hesitantly, Rowena lifted her trembling hand. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. It felt like a heavy, dense roll of hot muscle. The moment her skin made contact, the penis leapt warmly in her grasp, surging with a fresh rush of blood. Startled by the sudden movement, she gasped and quickly pulled her hand back.

"It won't hurt you," Lorne coaxed gently, not moving away. "Touch it again."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she brought her hand back. Her fingers circled the thick circumference once more. This time, she held on when it twitched in her palm. It was heavy, radiating heat, and the skin was softer than she expected despite the steel-like rigidity beneath it. As she stroked the warm flesh, sliding her grip up and down, she felt it grow harder and larger under her touch. Fascinated, she watched as the plum-shaped head pushed outward from its protective hood. A single drop of clear pre-seminal fluid beaded at the slit on the tip.

"The fluid makes everything slippery," Lorne explained, watching her tactile discovery with dark eyes. "So it goes in easier. Touch it and find out."

She did. Her fingertip lightly smeared the moisture over the smooth, purplish head. He was right; the fluid acted as a natural lubricant, making the sensitive skin slick. The sensation sparked a curling heat in her belly, making her want to explore the slick texture further.

"That's enough of that. Come here," Lorne commanded softly, satisfied with her initial discovery. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and patted the space beside him.

Rowena rose from the floor and sat on the bed. Lorne caught her waist, drawing her down with him until they were reclining back against the heavy sheets. He leaned over her and captured her lips. The kiss started gentle, a soft press of mouths, but it rapidly escalated into a forceful, claiming embrace. His mouth parted hers, his tongue sweeping in to wrestle with hers, sliding deep and tasting of the dark ale they had shared.

As he dominated her mouth, his hands moved down to possess her bare breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, rolling the heavy weight of them in his palms. His fingers pinched and teased her nipples, pulling the sensitive peaks until they pebbled into hard, tight buds. He was not hurting her, but his firm grip made it clear that her body belonged to him now.

Soon, his mouth left her swollen lips, trailing hot kisses down her throat to replace his fingers on her breasts. He sucked and laved the hardened nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Rowena let out a breathy moan as a sharp spike of pleasure shot straight down to her core.

While his mouth worked her breasts, his large hand drifted downward, smoothing over the flat plane of her stomach before cupping her vulva. His fingers stroked up and down her inner thighs, coaxing the tense muscles to relax. Yielding to his touch, she parted her legs wide, giving him unrestricted access. Once she was open to him, his hand slid up to part the hair of her mound, beginning a gentle, slippery exploration of her vaginal slit.

The pressure of his finger increased slightly as he traced the slick opening. He slipped between her wet labia, coating his fingers in her natural moisture. With every stroke, he paid special attention to her clitoris, rubbing the swollen nub at the very top of her slit. Rowena threw her head back, gasping aloud. A delicious, building heat spun from her core, radiating outward and pooling heavily in her lower belly.

When Lorne's finger finally slid inside her tight, wet vagina, the totally foreign sensation of penetration shocked her. She gasped, her hips jerking upward in surprise. It only went in a fraction of an inch, causing no pain, but the feeling of being filled unnerved her. Even when she bathed or touched herself, she had never dared to penetrate her own body. He lingered there, letting her adjust, before slowly sliding in and out. With each stroke, he pushed incrementally deeper. The wet friction sent a fluttery heat rushing through her veins. He continued to mercilessly suckle her breasts, pulling hard on her nipples while his finger worked deep inside her dripping channel. She panted, overwhelmed by the intense dual assault on her senses.

Soon, his finger hit a firm barrier. He pressed against her intact hymen, pausing right at the threshold. Rowena tensed, her breath catching as she wondered if this was the exact moment he would push through and tear her apart.

Instead of breaking through, Lorne withdrew his finger. Leaving her slick breasts behind, he trailed damp, biting kisses down her lower ribs and over her belly, his mouth moving lower. When he settled his head squarely between her spread thighs, Rowena jolted, startled by the intimate position.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tight with disbelief and rising panic. She could not fathom that any man would want to put his mouth down there.

"Relax," Lorne murmured against her wet skin, his breath hot against her folds. "This is a very enjoyable thing."

To prove his point, his tongue darted out, expertly laving her highly sensitive folds. At the exact same time, his hands returned upward to manipulate her heavy breasts. The overwhelming sensation hit Rowena like a physical blow. Holy Mother of God, he was right. A rapid, panting heat tore through her bloodstream. The pleasure was immense, unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life. He sucked directly on her clitoris, his wet tongue flicking and rolling over the engorged nerve ending without an ounce of mercy. Her breath hitched, coming in rapid, shallow pants like a dying animal. The intense, relentless stimulation pushed her higher and higher, dragging her to the absolute brink.

As her pleasure aggressively crested, the heat building to an unbearable pressure, he slipped a second finger back into her slick vaginal channel. The combined friction of his two wet fingers stretching her inside and his mouth devouring her clitoris pushed her over the edge. Rowena thrust her hips blindly against his mouth and hand. She cried out, her voice tearing through the chamber as she was thrown into the violent throes of a powerful, shattering climax. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, spasming rapidly around his intruding fingers.

At the exact moment of her overwhelming orgasmic release, when her body was thrashing and her mind was blank with pure, blinding ecstasy, Lorne forcefully pushed his fingers inward.

He violently broke her maidenhood.

A sharp, quick burst of pain ripped through her tight passage, but it was instantly swallowed by the intense, crashing waves of her climax. The sudden agony barely had time to register before the heavy, rhythmic pulses of pleasure washed it away. She lay panting heavily on the mattress, her body trembling in the immediate aftermath. The barrier was gone. The tearing of her flesh was done. She had officially transitioned into a woman.