Jay reached down and put his hand under Kathryn’s chin, gently pulling her to a standing position. Now that their initial lust had been slaked, they both had time to wonder about the intensity of what had just happened. It made Kathryn suddenly a little unsure of herself, wondering if it could possibly have been as intense for him. She shouldn't have worried on that account because Jay’s world had been rocked to its core.

It was said that when you found a life mate, that you would have no doubts. Something magical happened when one of his species found the one they were fated to be with. Stories varied from couple to couple, but they were so fantastical that none of them could be taken very seriously. He wondered; there was obviously something different going on here. He had never felt the level of passion that he felt with Kathryn, not in his eighty plus years of life. As he looked at her, standing there naked and vulnerable, all he could think of was wrapping her in his arms and making love to her forever. That didn't necessarily mean something magical had happened, but he definitely felt a connection to this beautiful woman. How would she feel about him when she knew the whole story? Would she be able to accept what he was? It wouldn't really matter, because if she was the one, he would have no doubts right? So he dismissed the possibility from his thoughts and simply drew her in for a kiss. She was timid at first but they were soon locked in another heated embrace, any misgiving they had disappeared in the waves of heat emanating from their bodies.

When Kathryn reached down, grasped his hand, and led him to the bedroom, he didn't give it any thought. His kind were sterile until mated, nor were they susceptible to human disease. Kathryn didn't worry because she had been on birth control for years. As far as she was concerned, she was risk free, and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her without barriers to their pleasure.

They made it to the bed, stumbling in the dim glow cast from the lights of the dining room. They kissed slowly, the fire no less intense but more familiar, less frantic, a slow exploration of bodies, each rejoicing in the feel of the other under their lips and hands.

Jay slowly descended to the bed, bringing Kathryn down with him. As he stretched out on the bed, he lifted and molded her to his body until she was sitting astride him. He was amazed at her beauty as he gazed up at her, heavy breasts swaying over him, her nipples tracing across the coarse hair of his chest, causing a riot of sensations. He drank in every curve, the slope of her neck to her shoulder, her rib cage, the pinch of her waist, and most lovely of all, the swell of her hips while she sat astride of him. He touched every part of her that he could reach, almost reverently, making Kathryn feel like something precious found in an unexpected place.

Though only minutes had passed since the mind-blowing orgasm she had torn out of him with her mouth, his cock was hard as steel once again. It was nestled in between the lips of her wet channel, causing her to slowly grind her hips up and down his entire length, until she could feel the ridge at the head of his cock strike her clit and his heavy balls pressed to her ass. She didn't want to wait any longer, though she was apprehensive about taking such a large member inside her body. She was so wet and needy; she decided the pain would be worth it.

She rocked forward, nearly smothering his face with her breasts. He didn't seem to mind in the least. He palmed them from the sides, squeezing them together, and rubbed her nipples across his tongue, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive buds. She paused for a moment, enjoying the sensations that were arrowing straight to her pussy, reminding her she was empty and in need of filling.

She positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly rocked backwards, working herself down his length, one glorious inch at a time. “Oh, God!” she hissed as she made her way down to the nest of curls at his root, stretching her deliciously, just short of pain, but leaving her no doubt that she was well and truly full

She wanted to draw this out and make it last so when he was fully seated inside her she sat still, feeling the stretch of accommodating him, and drinking in the look on his face and every clean, hard line of his body. His big hands were still roaming over her, smoothing his palms over her legs and back to grasp the round globes of her generous ass. She thought that she had taken all he had to give her, but she was wrong. Slowly, but with an unimaginable strength, he pressed up and into her, parting her lips around him even more, causing a pain that felt so deliciously good, and nudging deep inside of her, pressing into places that had never been reached before. She gasped in response as he withdrew slightly and slid back in again, a slow drag up and down his shaft, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before doing it again

She took control again, placing her hands on his chest, pressed him back into her pillow. With agonizing slowness, she worked upward until the petals of her sex kissed the head of his cock, only to push back down again, muscles constricting in a slow torture of unbearable pleasure. She rocked back and forth until the maddeningly slow pace wasn’t enough, she wanted to be, claimed, pounded, and driven to the point of mind-blowing orgasm.

Jay sensed the need building inside of her, the desire to be taken. He knew she didn't want to ask for it, she needed it to be demanded of her, and Lord help him, he couldn't stop himself.

Jay rolled them both until he had Kathryn pinned to the mattress, her hips tilted up to meet him, as he started to stroke into her. Slowly he seated himself fully on every stroke until he was sure she could take him without too much pain. Kathryn started to make small, incoherent noises, spurring Jay to greater efforts. Soon she was chanting “Oh God” over and over until Jay thrust particularly hard and deep into her. A wicked look crossed her face and she growled out a “Fuck Yes!” That was all Jay could take; he couldn't control himself any longer. His own orgasm boiling over, he began chanting as well, but in a language that Kathryn didn't know. It wasn’t any language that Jay knew either, not consciously anyway. It was the language the shamans of his kind used to talk to the spirits, calling upon them for help or guidance. Jay needed both right now, whether he knew it or not. Their bodies began to slam into each other furiously, a long stroke out and a hammer stroke back into her deepest reaches, spiraling them both toward a destination neither one expected.

Kathryn could feel Jay swelling to impossible size inside of her, stretching her beyond anything she thought she could take and she loved every second of it. They were so close to detonation, her heart hammering hard and fast, keeping the same tempo as Jay’s body slamming into hers, the same beat as the drums the shamans used to call upon the spirits, the same beat as Jay’s. Suddenly, she could feel it all connected. Their hearts, their bodies, keeping pace with the drum beat of something much larger and infinitely older than themselves. She suddenly felt small in the world, the vastness stretched out around her, but unafraid, still tethered to her body by the rhythm she and Jay were sharing. Small, but at the center of all things, important, at one with everything. Her body was about to explode and launch her to places unknown, and Jay was coming with her…

“Now, now! Oh God! Please, yes! Jay!” a string of incoherent words and thoughts poured from her. Jay answered in kind, shouting her name with a growl. He launched his hips forward and poured everything he had into her, slamming home like the last piece of a puzzle long lost.