There was a moment of stunned silence as Ulrich tried to process what was happening.
Meera was pressed flush against him, her hands twisted tightly into the rough fabric of his shirt as she hauled him downward, kissing him forcefully with her eyes squeezed shut.
He could feel her soft, wet lips pushing aggressively against his own.
If he could even call it a kiss.
It was impossibly awkward, clumsy, and it felt like she was genuinely about to bite—
"Ngh!"
She bit down hard.
Ulrich instantly grabbed her shoulders and tried to shove her back.
"Mmm!" Meera groaned in protest, trying to keep her mouth locked against his.
Ulrich applied more force, finally breaking her grip and shoving her away. He reached up, his fingers brushing against his swollen lower lip, coming away slick with blood, his blood.
Meera stood a few feet away, gasping for breath, her cheeks entirely flushed.
He stared at her, his expression stern.
"Are you mad?"
She took a shaky breath, wiping her own mouth with the back of her hand, and nodded.
"For you."
Ulrich continued to stare at her in complete silence.
"I saved you from that worm because this ship belongs to you, and I need it to return—"
"I don't care," she interrupted, stepping forward and pulling him back toward her. She stared up at his face, her beautiful aqua-blue eyes looking almost turquoise under the dim lantern light.
She gave him a wide smile.
"I just want to sleep with the man who made me look at death and life at the exact same time," she said.
She smirked, her eyelids fluttering shut as she rose onto her tiptoes, leaning in for another kiss, much slower and far more gentle this time.
But Ulrich's hands remained clamped on her shoulders, locking her entirely in place.
She opened her eyes, looking up at him as he stared down at her, entirely unmoving.
She offered him a coquettish smile and pulled harder against his shirt, leaning her weight firmly against him until she finally managed to reach his mouth.
But before she kissed him, she darted her tongue out, lightly licking his bottom lip and tasting his blood.
"I'm sorry for that," she whispered against his mouth. "It's actually my first time ever kissing someone."
She finally pressed her lips against his, offering a soft, gentle kiss, slowly trying to deepen it.
"Mmn!"
But it was Ulrich who suddenly took control.
His arms shot out, wrapping around her waist as he yanked her flush against his chest, kissing her back with bruising intensity.
Meera smiled into the kiss, pulling back just a fraction of an inch to breathe.
"What is your name, hottie?"
"Ulrich," he said, backing her across the room until he slammed her back into the stack of wooden barrels.
She let out a sharp, startled cry as her spine hit the wood, throwing her head back and baring her throat.
"Aaahhh~"
She moaned softly as Ulrich's mouth immediately moved to her neck, his lips leaving bruised, red marks against her skin as he sucked and bit down.
"I... aah... feel like I've heard your... name— aah!" She gasped in broken intervals as Ulrich kissed the column of her throat, licking the glistening, salty sea-spray from her skin.
She immediately tangled her fingers into his damp, dark red hair, pulling him closer.
"Y—You're so good... at this. How many times have you... hah... had sex— Mmh!"
He silenced her, sealing his lips over hers in another crushing kiss before finally pulling back just enough to look at her.
"You talk too much," he said.
She smirked, panting heavily for air.
"Then shut me up, Ulrich." She grabbed his shirt, yanked him hard against her, and kissed him again.
Ulrich wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her away from the barrels before lifting her entirely off her feet and setting her on the edge of the heavy desk.
Meera eagerly reached back, frantically unlacing her corset. She yanked it off and threw it aside, leaving her white tunic hanging loosely off her shoulders. Without pausing, she reached for the fastening of her cropped breeches, shoving them down her hips and kicking them entirely off her legs.
She looked back up at Ulrich and let out an impatient, frustrated grumble.
"Take yours off!"
Ulrich stared at her for a long moment, genuinely wondering if this girl was even real.
Thankfully he had seen worse in his past life with Faith.
Meera ignored his hesitation, leaning forward and reaching impatiently for the hem of his rough tunic, but Ulrich's hand shot out, catching her by the wrist.
"You aren't going to cry later, are you?" He asked.
"I am going to cry right now if you keep refusing me!" She glared, immediately pressing her bare foot flush against his crotch. "I know you're already hard—aah!"
Ulrich yanked her ankle forward, dragging her all the way to the edge of the desk. He pushed her legs wide apart, stepping quickly between them, and slid his hand directly beneath the hem of her loose tunic.
His fingers found the damp heat between her thighs, the sudden touch of his cool skin startling her.
"Aahh, cold…!" Meera gasped, her hips flinching upward.
Ulrich ignored her complaint. He gripped the hem of her tunic and pushed it up, exposing her bare thighs and the delicate, closed petals of her pussy to the cool air of the cabin.
"Oh god… this is so embarrassing, actually…" She said, her cheeks burning a bright crimson as she looked away. Ulrich's cool fingers began to slowly stroke the sensitive flesh down there, tracing the seam of her folds with tenderness.
She bit her lip, shivering from the intense contrast of his cool touch against her burning skin, before suddenly grabbing Ulrich by the collar and pulling him down.
"Kiss me… I don't want to feel embarrassed," she whispered breathless, her breath ghosting over his mouth before she crashed her lips against his.
Ulrich answered the kiss immediately, while his hand continued its wicked work below.
"Hmm… hmnnn… nnhh!" Meera moaned, the sounds muffled entirely against his lips. Her eyes grew teary with mounting pleasure as his thumb teased her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Feeling that she was already slick with her own arousal, Ulrich didn't hesitate. He coated his fingers in her warm fluids and slipped a single finger deep inside her tight passage.
"Mmmh—aahnn!" Meera broke the kiss with a sharp cry, pulling back just enough to gasp for air. "Y… Your finger!"
She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pleasure. But when her gaze met his, when she saw those dark, blood-red eyes staring back at her from inches away, paired with the faint curl of his lips, she gulped.
"Nevermind—hmmh!"
He shut her up with another kiss, deeper and hungrier than before, while his finger hooked and stroked her sensitive inner walls.
"Hmphh~ mmphh!"
Meera gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his clothes until the sensation simply became too much. She tore her mouth away, gasping loudly as her body bowed upward.
"Aahhh—yes!" She cried out, an immediate orgasm ripping through her, her inner walls clamping down hard on his intruding finger.
She let out an erotic, shuddering sigh, gulping for air as she looked down. From her vantage point, she had the perfect view of Ulrich tugging down his pants, freeing his fully erect cock.
"Ohh… Gods… it's going to split me," she breathed out, her eyes widening in pure shock at the size of it. But Ulrich wasn't looking at her face, his crimson gaze was locked intently on her drenched, swollen pussy lips.
He stepped closer, pressing the broad, scorching head of his cock right against her slick entrance.
"T—That was hot… that's hot… aah… and good… hot and good… and hard…" She babbled, her face flushing a brilliant, feverish red as the heat of his shaft radiated against her most sensitive flesh.
"Lay down," Ulrich said, his voice calm yet with an hint of desire. "It will enter better."
Meera finally dragged her gaze away from his massive member and looked up at his face. A trembling smirk touched her lips.
"Enter me then," she said softly, leaning back and propping herself up on her elbows against the hard surface of the desk.
Ulrich reached out, taking hold of Meera's long, bare legs. He lifted them, draping her calves over his shoulders as he pulled her hips flush against his waist.
"Ahh… that's so…" She blushed furiously, looking at her feet dangling over his shoulders. He towered over her, casting a shadow across her body as she lay pinned on the desk beneath him. She had never felt so entirely vulnerable, yet the dominance of the position sent a wild thrill of excitement straight to her core.
Ulrich rested the blunt tip of his cock against her opening again, pausing to lock those piercing red eyes with hers.
"Fuck me," she whispered, surrendering completely.
He drove his hips forward, pressing her wet labia apart.
"Ohhh… God… this is splitting me—aaahhh!" She gasped in shock. She felt Ulrich's thick cock spreading her open, stretching tight walls that felt as though they had never been forced to accommodate anything this massive.
"Nngh," Ulrich let out a low, rough groan, feeling the intense squeeze of Meera's tight passage wrapping tightly around his shaft.
"Ahh! Wai… Wait!" Meera cried out, immediately dropping flat onto her back. She squirmed against the desk, her toes curling sharply as the pressure invaded deep into her stomach. She felt Ulrich reach the very depths of her body, completely filling her.
She raised her head just enough to look down between them, seeing his thick length buried almost entirely inside her spread folds.
"Ahhh—this… ohhnn!" She let out a long, trembling moan, finally catching her breath. "Y—You are inside me… it's inside me… ahhh, I feel so weird… aahnn!"
Her babbling was cut off by a sharp squeal as Ulrich slowly pulled back, dragging his thick ridge along her sensitive walls, and then thrust deep inside her again.
Her eyes flew wide open. She came instantly, her legs shivering against his head from the overwhelming stimulation.
"D… Do it again… no, I mean!" She stuttered, her brain short-circuiting from the rush of pleasure.
Ulrich smiled faintly at her beautiful, flustered face, seemingly amused by her frantic reactions. He didn't hesitate to give her exactly what she was begging for. He pulled back and drove his hips forward again.
"Ahan! Y—Yes… like that! T—That felt good… again… Ulrich—aaahnn!"
She moaned even louder, slamming the back of her head against the table as her hands blindly gripped the edges of the desk, entirely giving herself over to the stretching pleasure of his cock claiming her.
Ulrich stopped the slow and pauses between thrusts and started rocking his hips, fucking Meera in the truest meaning of it, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him with every forward drive so that the impact reverberated through her entire body.
"Aaahnn…Ulrich….ahhh~yes—aaahnn!" Meera's voice broke apart with each collision, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at the edges of the desk.
Ulrich watched her, lowering his gaze briefly.
Beneath the loose, shapeless tunic she still wore, her breasts moved with every thrust, swaying, bouncing with each impact, the fabric shifting and rippling in ways that told him everything about the generous weight hidden beneath it.
Without breaking his rhythm, Ulrich leaned forward, sliding both arms beneath the hem of her tunic and pushing it upward as his hands traveled north, skimming the warm, soft skin of her stomach until his palms closed over her breasts.
"Ahh—!" Meera's back arched immediately off the desk, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as his fingers sank into her tender flesh.
He squeezed, fingers finding her stiff nipples and rolling them between his knuckles, kneading her breasts genlty.
"Oh God….Ulrich…aaahnn…your hands…don't stop…mmhh!AAAHNN!"
Her voice turned high pitched as he simultaneously drove into her harder and pinched her nipple, the dual sensation shorting out her coherent thoughts entirely. Her legs slid from his shoulders in the chaos of sensation, wrapping instinctively around his waist instead, ankles crossing at the small of his back and pulling him deeper.
"Deeper…aaahnn! Yes…right there—AAAHNN! D—Don't you stop—like that!" She begged breathlessly, her head tossing side to side against the hard desk.
The cabin around them had long surrendered to the sounds of their coupling with the continuous creaks of the desk against the floorboards, the obscene wet slap of flesh, the ceaseless tide of Meera's escalating moans bouncing off the low wooden ceiling.
And Ulrich only fucked her harder.
"AAAHHH! AAAHHNN…Ulrich…I'm…I'm going to—AAAHHHHNN!" Her thighs clamped around him before she could say it, as her whole body seized.
She was already gone, tumbling headlong into another strong orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock stronger than ever, her entire body shaking beneath him, her pussy flooding around his cock in a gush of warm arousal.
That was also the last straw for Ulrich and he immediately pulled out.
The decision was made in a single instant, a last thread of rational will snapping just in time.
He came in thick ropes across her exposed pussy, coating her swollen, glistening lips in white. The next pulse landed across the soft curve of her stomach, striping her pale skin. The last spilled onto the bunched hem of her tunic, soaking into the roughspun fabric.