Requiem of Love
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,166
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Requiem of Love--Chapter Four: A Flower Blooms
Here are a few things you should know about this next chapter: I tried to make it as realistic as possible, under the circumstances, for how the first time would be for our lovely couple. I tell it from the point of view of a young inexperienced woman who is with a passionate older man. I also threw in some quotes from film and literature, as well as some of my own personal metaphors, far-fetched experiences, imagination and sayings (such as using the Portuguese word for Pussy, Pussetta, I just like the way it sounds). It makes for an interesting mix of reality and fantasy (woops, I mean Phantasy).
He lied down gently upon me, kissing me all the while. His hands and mouth were smothering my breasts once again. The hardened flesh between his legs was protruding through the silk pants as he glided across my body. “I need you Angel,” he moaned. He pulled himself off me and stood before the bed. Tugging at the edges of the material along his waist, he slowly freed himself from his coverings.
My eyes marveled at the man in front of me, following every curve and muscle of his physique. Then they focused in on what could only be called an ‘instrument of beauty’.
He knelt back down to join me on the soft velvet covers; then took my mouth possessively, as if my lips held the very oxygen he needed to survive. He released them only long enough to speak. “Tonight Angel, I want to show you what it means to be loved completely. Will you let me do that? Will you allow me to show you?” he pleaded.
“Oh yes, show me Erik! Please!”
Holding my face between his hands, he began to speak softly. “Remember how I said I would never hurt you intentionally?” he asked. “Well I’m afraid what I’m about to do now will hurt at first and I won’t be able to prevent that, but I will be as gentle as possible. I promise.”
I knew what Erik was about to do and wondered how something of “THAT” magnitude could be placed inside me. It wasn’t until then that I became afraid, but I kept my fears to myself. He removed one hand from my face and began guiding himself between my legs as I lay perfectly still. He slowly moved his hips and pressed to gain entrance into my pussetta. At first it was mostly just the feeling of pressure pushing against me. Then as he pushed my legs further apart and moved with a more steady force, the pressure grew and turned into pain. ‘The pain, Oh God, the pain,” I thought to myself, burying my face into his neck so he wouldn’t see my discomfort. He succeeded in moving deeper along, but had not yet fully entered me. He continued to move with more determination and I felt my body starting to give way. At that moment, I thought he would tear me in two.
“Please Erik! Please! You’re killing me!” I cried.
“You’re killing me too Angel,” he groaned with his eyes closed, unaware of my terror.
“Erik!” I shouted “It hurts!”
He paused his motions. “I’m so sorry Angel. I know it hurts now, but it is part of nature. Your body will adjust and the pain will be over soon,” he said wiping the tears from my face.
“Do you have any Absinthe?” I asked desperately, “I hear it can ease pain?”
“Yes Angel, it can ease pain. It can also ease ‘consciousness, sanity and memory’, and if we are to be together tonight, I would like for you to have your wits about you and be able to remember the events of the evening. Sometimes Angel, you have to know the pain before you can know the pleasure,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I want nothing more than to please you, but I must know before we continue any further, do you still want this or have you tasted it enough?”
He held me tight while he waited for my answer.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Angel, are you certain?”
“Yes,” I said louder, following with a passionate kiss. “Show me what it feels like to be loved Erik, loved completely.”
“I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath Angel. I think it best if I take you quickly,” he said.
I nodded and with one powerful thrust of his hips, he was deep inside me. My flower had burst into bloom.
“Open your eyes Angel. Are you alright my love?”
“I’m alright,” I said, lifting my eyes to face his while fighting back tears of pain and joy.
“We’re together now. The pain is over,” he comforted me in the most tender tone.
He lied down gently upon me, kissing me all the while. His hands and mouth were smothering my breasts once again. The hardened flesh between his legs was protruding through the silk pants as he glided across my body. “I need you Angel,” he moaned. He pulled himself off me and stood before the bed. Tugging at the edges of the material along his waist, he slowly freed himself from his coverings.
My eyes marveled at the man in front of me, following every curve and muscle of his physique. Then they focused in on what could only be called an ‘instrument of beauty’.
He knelt back down to join me on the soft velvet covers; then took my mouth possessively, as if my lips held the very oxygen he needed to survive. He released them only long enough to speak. “Tonight Angel, I want to show you what it means to be loved completely. Will you let me do that? Will you allow me to show you?” he pleaded.
“Oh yes, show me Erik! Please!”
Holding my face between his hands, he began to speak softly. “Remember how I said I would never hurt you intentionally?” he asked. “Well I’m afraid what I’m about to do now will hurt at first and I won’t be able to prevent that, but I will be as gentle as possible. I promise.”
I knew what Erik was about to do and wondered how something of “THAT” magnitude could be placed inside me. It wasn’t until then that I became afraid, but I kept my fears to myself. He removed one hand from my face and began guiding himself between my legs as I lay perfectly still. He slowly moved his hips and pressed to gain entrance into my pussetta. At first it was mostly just the feeling of pressure pushing against me. Then as he pushed my legs further apart and moved with a more steady force, the pressure grew and turned into pain. ‘The pain, Oh God, the pain,” I thought to myself, burying my face into his neck so he wouldn’t see my discomfort. He succeeded in moving deeper along, but had not yet fully entered me. He continued to move with more determination and I felt my body starting to give way. At that moment, I thought he would tear me in two.
“Please Erik! Please! You’re killing me!” I cried.
“You’re killing me too Angel,” he groaned with his eyes closed, unaware of my terror.
“Erik!” I shouted “It hurts!”
He paused his motions. “I’m so sorry Angel. I know it hurts now, but it is part of nature. Your body will adjust and the pain will be over soon,” he said wiping the tears from my face.
“Do you have any Absinthe?” I asked desperately, “I hear it can ease pain?”
“Yes Angel, it can ease pain. It can also ease ‘consciousness, sanity and memory’, and if we are to be together tonight, I would like for you to have your wits about you and be able to remember the events of the evening. Sometimes Angel, you have to know the pain before you can know the pleasure,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I want nothing more than to please you, but I must know before we continue any further, do you still want this or have you tasted it enough?”
He held me tight while he waited for my answer.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Angel, are you certain?”
“Yes,” I said louder, following with a passionate kiss. “Show me what it feels like to be loved Erik, loved completely.”
“I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath Angel. I think it best if I take you quickly,” he said.
I nodded and with one powerful thrust of his hips, he was deep inside me. My flower had burst into bloom.
“Open your eyes Angel. Are you alright my love?”
“I’m alright,” I said, lifting my eyes to face his while fighting back tears of pain and joy.
“We’re together now. The pain is over,” he comforted me in the most tender tone.