I touched myself, showing Otto the most intimate part of me, the area of my body that I wanted him to touch, the part I wanted him to own. I wanted to please him in the same way he was pleasing me. I looked down at the long, thick length of his erection that stood hard between his muscular thighs.

This man was a brutally hard male, one who knew hard work, knew how to survive. His body showed this, his personality screamed it, and it made me wet with need.

He stroked himself in slow, almost lazy motions, his focus on me. I was transfixed by the sight, getting more turned on by the second, and knew that once we were intimate all else would fade away.

I felt my eyes widen at the sight of the clear fluid that dotted the tip of his shaft. I lifted my gaze from his impressive length, moving it up his chest. I stared at the light sprinkling of chest hair that covered his pectoral muscles, and looked at his face.

I was more than ready to have him move closer, to have his big body right on top of mine, and have him thrust deeply into me, claiming me, marking me as his.

He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the bed and kept his gaze trained between my splayed thighs, his hand still on his cock, his motions still lazy and unhurried. But as the seconds moved by Otto started stroking himself a little faster. The sound of his palm moving over his flesh filled my head, made me dizzy, excited. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him masturbating.

“How ready are you for me?” he asked, even though I knew he could see how wet I was.

“So ready,” I said instantly.

He groaned but finally moved onto the bed and placed his hands beside my hips. I felt myself grow wetter at how big he was, hovering over me. The way he watched me made me feel desire like I’d never imagined.

“Tonight I make you mine.” The position he was in made him look so very fierce.

I needed him to kiss me. He didn’t make me wait long, and only a second later claimed my mouth. His flavor was sweet, but also slightly spicy, like how I’d envisioned a man would taste. I couldn’t stop the small noise that came forth from me.

He moved his hand behind my head, grabbed a chunk of my hair, and forced my head back. My throat was now arched, bared for him. I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he continued to kiss me.

I wanted to feel him pushing into me, making me feel full and complete. He swirled his tongue around the inside of my mouth with possessiveness.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed. This was it, no going back. But truth was I wouldn’t even think about stopping this.

Otto pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked down at me. “You’re mine until I draw my last breath.”

There was no doubt he meant every word.

In one deep, fluid motion he slid into me. My back arched, my breasts thrust out. He broke through my innocence, the pain intense, the stretch burning. He groaned above me, closed his eyes, and I saw how taut his body became.

I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my bottom when he was fully inside of me. The air left me, my heart stalled, and all I could do was hold on for what would be a moment that changed the very essence of me. He gave me long moments to adjust to his size, to get accustomed to the penetration before he started moving.

I felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that I couldn’t catch my breath.

When he started moving in and out of me I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his firm flesh. He didn’t speak, but he breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed.

The perspiration that covered his face dripped onto my breasts, turning me on even more. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up above me. It was clear he was trying to control himself.

I felt myself become wetter.

“Fuck,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.

I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his girth. The sensation was uncomfortable, but all-consuming, all-encompassing. He stretched me, filled me completely.

When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of my body once more, I held my breath.

“Look at me, Sansa. Watch as I fuck you.”

I stared between my thighs, and could see his massive length inside of me. When he started to pull out I saw how my wetness glistened on his shaft. He plowed in and out of me, claiming my innocence, taking it as his own. Sweat dripped down his hard, muscular body. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me, making me slide up the bed with each thrust.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. And when I was flat on the mattress again he went primal on me, slamming in and pulling out, over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, making it so that was all I could hear. Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Otto pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.

A gasp left me at the sudden feeling of emptiness and at the quick movement, but he didn’t make me wait long to feel full once more. He palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I gasped from the sensitivity of it.

“So fucking beautiful. So damn perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up so I was now on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my legs spread. I was on clear display for Otto and I loved it.

And then I felt him place the tip of his shaft by my entrance once more. He slid inside of me in one smooth, fluid motion.

“Oh. God,” I found myself whispering.

He moved in and out of me slowly, but as the moments ticked by, his motions became harder, faster. He growled and held onto my hips in a bruising hold. I felt empowered. I lowered my head and looked down the length of my body, and could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me.

God, that was so arousing.

He groaned and grunted, and my pleasure increased, went so high I thought I’d never touch the ground again. Otto held my hips so tightly that the pain had me gasping, but also mixing with my pleasure.

Otto buried himself deep inside of me, and I could feel the hard jets of his seed fill me, bathing me in this possession.

And then he came.

He filled me with his seed, filling me in it until all I could feel, smell, and hear was Otto. And when he pulled his mouth away from my neck and groaned out, shivers raced over me.

He covered my back with his chest, and his breath, coming out in hard pants, covering my flesh. My arms shook as I held myself up, the pleasure consuming me. When he pulled out of me I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. He lay beside me, keeping his hand between my thighs, the possessiveness in that act clear.

“Mine,” he said huskily.

This warm feeling filled me when he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. He seemed brutal, hardened by the life he’d led, but with me he showed this soft side, this different experience.

He pulled the blankets over us, and I leaned closer, loving the heat that came from him. I took his scent into my lungs. I felt safe, protected in his arms.

I knew the future was full of possibilities and uncertainties. I didn’t have my family anymore, but that didn’t mean I had to be alone.

A new life had found me, and I embraced it.

* * *

Hours had passed since he’d claimed me, made me realize what living was really like. We lay beside each other, Otto’s big hand on my waist, my body pressed right up against his. Contentment filled me.

I stared at the fire, the flames burning brightly over the logs, shadows moving along the walls.

I thought about my mother and father, and wondered if they’d be happy with where I was in life, with what I’d accomplished. Maybe I didn’t do much for others, but I had survived, and in this world that meant everything.

They’d be glad I found someone who cared for me.

I’d never forget where I came from, the world we lived in, or the dangers we might face in the future. But with Otto by my side I wasn’t afraid or alone.

I shifted and looked at Otto, saw he slept, and reached up to cup his stubble-covered jaw. I had never thought I’d be able to see myself in this situation, and certainly not so soon after meeting him. But here I was, ready to face the world with Otto by my side. I was not ashamed to admit he was bigger, stronger than me. He would protect me, make sure I was happy, and in return I’d do the same.

I didn’t have much to give him, but I could give him my heart, my loyalty. I could give him my happiness.

I didn’t know what the future held, but I did know that I wanted to stay right here with Otto.