I said I would post it so here it is. 4000 words of first time smut from yours truly 👍
Meet me at the lighthouse tonight at nine. There’s something I want to tell you.
Millie smoothed her skirt down and fiddled with the hem anxiously. Xander had been out and about all day; she’d had plenty of time to fix up the lighthouse’s small living area and make herself nice and pretty for what she so desperately wanted to do. She’d cleaned up, made the bed, and then took a nice, long bath. Millie had used her favorite soap and lotion, shaved her legs, and trimmed the coarser hair between her thighs. Full-on shaving the area hadn’t been an option, unfortunately, but she hoped Xander wouldn’t mind.
She wore a simple blue blouse with the top three buttons undone, a plain dark blue skirt, and nothing else. As the night air cooled, Millie wished she’d worn underwear, because the sensation of the slickness between her thighs getting cold was… odd, to say the least. She glanced at the clock: eight forty-five. Hurry up, she thought, knowing full well he had fifteen minutes left. Millie wandered back over to the table where she’d placed several of her sauciest romance novels, bookmarked at the naughtiest scenes. She started to review them again. Xander would be her first – but she wanted to do her absolute best to please him.
A few minutes later, there was a soft whoosh, signalling that someone had come through the mirror. Millie jumped up, her heart racing as the door opened. Xander poked his head through. He shut the door behind him with a lopsided grin. “Hey, pretty girl.” He tossed his coat over the back of a chair. “You wanted to talk?”
“Yeah.” Millie steeled herself. You can’t chicken out now! “Want me to pour you something to drink?”
Xander tilted his head, his bright green eyes glittering with curiosity. “Why, that sounds lovely.” He stopped and stood by the table, admiring her with a soft smile.
Millie nodded and tiptoed to the cupboard, where she’d stashed a bottle of cheap wine from Grezzo’s collection. She’d left a note for her father – with Xander, be back later – and prayed he wouldn’t decide to barge in. Please, let this take the edge off, she thought as she poured a glass for herself and for the doctor. I want this so badly, but I need to relax.
Millie approached and handed him the glass. She hopped onto the table and crossed her ankles, watching as Xander took a big drink from the glass. His Adam’s apple bobbed quite handsomely in his muscular neck. Oh, how she wanted to kiss it, nibble it… Millie quickly sipped from her glass. The alcohol burned pleasantly in her throat. Relax, Millie, just relax.
“What did you want to talk about?” Xander asked, setting his now-empty glass down.
“Oh, I, um…” Don’t lose your nerve now! “Xander, we’re engaged – and, well, I…” Millie swallowed hard. She held her wine glass in both hands to hide their trembling. “You’re going to confront the Countess soon, right?” She fiddled with the top button of her blouse.
“Well… we’ve kissed, made out, but…” Millie’s breath hitched as Xander leaned closer. “I… we could die, right? And I don’t want to die without knowing what –” Be brave! “–what being with you felt like.” She sighed in relief. She’d said it, and hadn’t passed out in embarrassment! Millie glanced down, though, unable to look Xander in the face at that moment. She could feel the alcohol thrumming in her veins, warming her from the inside.
Xander moved to stand in front of her knees and tilted her chin up with one hand. He smelled of rosemary and sage – so he’d cleaned up beforehand, too. Was he also expecting something to happen? His fingers were surprisingly soft as he slid them along Millie’s cheek and into her hair. “Is that so?” he asked gently.
Millie’s face grew unbearably hot. She managed to nod. Xander’s other hand rested on her cheek; his thumb teased her lower lip. Without thinking, Millie’s tongue darted out to taste his skin; the doctor hissed through his teeth. “Oh, sweetie,” he practically purred. Xander’s thighs pressed into her knees, and Millie uncrossed her ankles so he could stand between her legs.
He kissed her, gently, his lips impossibly soft and plush as always. Xander slid his tongue along Millie’s lower lip; she let him in, blushing as he kissed her deeply. It never failed to make her heart flutter that Xander was always so conscientious of her comfort and didn’t force her in any way.
Xander’s kiss made Millie’s head swim. She grabbed onto the front of his vest to try and keep herself steady. Gods above, kissing him always felt so good, like she was about to float away if he wasn’t holding her. She could taste the wine on his tongue as it slid over hers. Xander pressed closer to her, subtly establishing his dominance. Her thighs opened a bit further, and soon, the doctor’s hips were flush with hers. Xander pulled back slightly with a tiny huff. Millie moaned, a muffled, desperate, needy little noise as he broke away for air.
Xander tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to reveal her throat to him. He examined her for a moment, his eyes dark with lust. “Pretty little mouse,” he whispered. “I wish I could mark you up. One day…” He leaned in and kissed her right earlobe. Millie’s breath hitched – that was her sensitive ear, and he knew it. Xander nipped at her ear, then tugged lightly, and Millie nearly fell apart in his arms right there. She tried not to squirm as he sucked on her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin. She gave in and started to moan with abandon when Xander bit her earlobe and pulled gently. Millie played with his hair and whined, her hips canting forward into the growing bulge in his slacks.
Xander’s hands slid down to Millie’s chest, undoing her remaining buttons. Millie decided to unbutton Xander’s vest and shirt as well – she didn’t want to be the only one between them who was shirtless. The doctor quirked a brow at her braless chest. “No bra tonight? That’s a bit naughty, don’t you think?” he asked lowly.
Millie grinned, eager to find out how he’d react to her lack of other underwear.
Xander had felt Millie up before, but he’d never actually touched her bare chest. He shrugged off his shirt and vest, then helped Millie out of her shirt, sliding it down over her porcelain skin. Before he touched her, though, Xander glanced at the door. “One second.” He took a chair and jammed it under the doorknob, so as to prevent any unwanted guests from intruding on their private time.
He returned and kissed Millie, grinning against her lips. The feeling of his bare chest on hers was strange in a wonderful way. Xander’s large, warm hands cupped her tits. The doctor took a moment to admire her heavy breasts in his hands. “God, your tits are gorgeous,” he said, and Millie flushed at his coarse language. His thumbs circled her nipples before rubbing the nubs curiously. Millie tried to keep her breathing even as he gently squeezed and caressed her chest. She couldn’t help but push her tits into his hands; he chuckled at her neediness. “Didya want this badly, pretty girl?” he asked, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Mhm.” Millie’s brain whirled. She felt dizzy with lust; all she wanted was for Xander to keep his wonderful, big, warm hands on her.
“Here. Lean back some.” Millie did as she was told, and Xander kissed her collarbone before moving down. He pressed sweet kisses to her left breast, then licked her nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Millie gasped as his tongue laved over her nipple. She’d never thought that act could feel so good.
Xander let go with a wet pop, kissing her underbreast before moving to her other tit. He wrapped his arms around her waist and scooted her back some so she could lay back on the table. He sucked on her right nipple, moaning to himself as Millie played with his hair. His hips bucked into hers, grinding his bulge into her pussy through her skirt.
Once he was satisfied, Xander sat back and squeezed her tits. “You’re so beautiful, Millie,” he murmured. “My pretty, sweet, good little bride.”
Millie moaned at his words. His good little bride. The phrase made her feel dizzy. Millie sat up, desperate for more kisses, more touch, anything from Xander. She slid her hands over his chest, down to his ass, giving it a squeeze. Do men like that? The vague thought popped into her head. She hadn’t read that in any of her dirty novels. Xander didn’t react poorly, so maybe he was neutral to it. Hmm. Noted.
Millie’s skirt sat between her thighs, and Xander pressed against her body, grinding his clothed cock into her. The doctor laid his hands on her thighs and let his fingers drift up the soft skin. He reached her hips, where her underwear should have been – and when he didn’t find the cotton, he gasped. “Millie, Millie,” he said. “Who taught you this?” Xander placed his hands on the small of her back and pressed her forward so she would hop off the table. “You act so sweet and innocent, but what you really want is to be a dirty girl, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled shyly.
Xander slipped his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed down. “God, Millie. You’re so cute – you just make me want to boss you around.” He laughed, more to himself than her. “My good little wife…” The skirt had to be pushed down harder over Millie’s ass (when had she gained that weight?) but it finally fell to the ground. Millie unbuckled Xander’s belt; he whipped it out with a hiss, then unzipped his slacks and shoved them down. His cock strained desperately against his dark blue underwear, a wet spot forming in the front.
He stepped back to admire Millie’s fully nude form. Millie held her breath; sure, Xander had felt her up, but to actually see her full body? To view all the folds and curves and soft, plush, pudginess? She hoped he wouldn’t be disgusted.
Xander’s lips curved into a wonderful, genuine smile, and Millie breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re beautiful,” he said, taking Millie’s hand. “So, so beautiful.” He led her to the nicely made bed and gestured for her to lay down. Millie did so, and Xander kissed her, his hand sliding down her body, over the thatch of curls between her legs. “Let me touch you, Millie,” he purred, nibbling her neck. “Let me show you just how much I love you.”
Millie nodded eagerly and opened her thighs just enough so Xander could see what he was working with. His fingers parted her lips, and he gazed at her glistening wet cunt. “You’re so wet. This all for me, mousey?”
“Oh, you’re so good to me.” Xander’s middle finger circled her entrance before just barely dipping in. “Relax, relax.” The doctor laid down beside her, rubbing her cunt with his middle and ring finger, letting Millie get used to his touch before diving in. “You’re doing okay, right? You don’t want me to stop?”
If you stop, I’ll kill you, Millie thought. “Keep going, please…”
Xander’s middle finger slipped into her pussy and curled – against some kind of soft, spongy spot inside her, causing her back to arch. Her own fingers were too short to reach it, she realized as he pumped his finger in-and-out, in-and-out. Millie’s breath came as soft, needy little pants. She bit down on her fingers, but Xander scolded her. “Move your hand. You’re going to let me hear you.” His voice brokered no argument. Her fiance slid a second finger into her, his ring finger, and Millie’s head lolled to the side. She kissed his neck, grabbed the pillows for purchase, grinded into his hand. He chuckled at her desperation. “That’s right, sweetpea. This is what you need. This is exactly what you need.”
Xander moved his hand slightly so his thumb could circle her clit. Millie squirmed – she’d only ever made herself orgasm by touching the sensitive little button, and she came fast. “C-careful… I’ll cum…”
He hummed in amusement. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yeah, b-but, really fast – ah!” Millie squeaked and bucked into his hand as he pressed his thumb into her clit. “X-Xander! Please, please…!”
Millie groaned, trying to fuck herself on his fingers, but they were no longer there. The doctor was sitting up now, licking her slickness off his fingers. Xander knelt beside the bed and hooked his arms under Millie’s knees. He yanked her closer with a mischievous grin.
First, he lavished her belly in kisses. Millie hadn’t realized how sensitive her stomach was until Xander started to kiss and nibble at the skin; she moaned with abandon as he left dark love bites on her lower belly. Xander seemed surprised by her sensitivity, but was more than happy to bite, kiss, and run his nails over her tummy. Millie squirmed, tears brimming in her eyes from the pleasure. He kissed her belly button, his tongue circling it, and Millie nearly sobbed. God, it felt so good… How could she feel so close to cumming from this alone?
Once Xander was satisfied he’d marked Millie’s belly up with plenty of bites, he pressed the flat of his tongue against her cunt, and Millie yelped in surprise before sinking into the pleasure. He kissed her entrance, her clit, and then let his tongue dip into her entrance. His mouth was almost unbearably soft and hot on her. Millie carded her fingers through his hair, her thighs hanging open while Xander made out with her pathetically wet cunt. She sat up on her elbows so she could watch him, both emboldened and embarrassed by her own lewdness. Xander glanced at her through lidded eyes and thick eyelashes, and Millie whimpered, tugging on his hair as he sucked on her needy little clit.
“Xanderrrrrrr…” she moaned, her hips bucking forward without her input. He laid his head on her thigh, stroking her cunt, admiring how swollen her clit was, how glittery with slickness her pussy.
“Make me cum,” she whispered. “Please. Need it so bad!”
Xander’s fingers slid back into her, and he sucked on her clit, driving her further toward abandon. Millie’s back arched, her cunt pressed into Xander’s face as he devoured her. “Close, close, so close, ah, ah, ah–! Xander!” She squirmed, and then her body spasmed as she came, falling back against the bed. Millie moaned, her vision going blurry with tears of pleasure, her fingers trembling as she grabbed her fiance’s shoulders.
Xander sat back on his heels, looking rather self-satisfied. He stood and kissed Millie, and she whimpered at the taste of herself on his lips. It was slightly tangy, a touch sweet – not what she would have expected, but definitely pleasant. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Millie reached for his bulge and squeezed. She pulled back and panted, “I wanna do the same to you.”
Xander shoved his underwear down and his cock sprang free. It was gorgeous – the head was an angry red, dripping with precum, and his cock was girthy and veiny. “Wow. It’s big…” Millie murmured, and Xander laughed. She was suddenly acutely aware that she had no idea what she was doing. But she’d gotten this far on the knowledge from smut books, right?
“Here. Let me sit down.” Xander and Millie traded places, with her kneeling in front of him. His cock bobbed near her face. She licked her lips, then placed a dainty hand on his shaft. Xander grunted – he must have been in agony from how hard he was. Well, time to learn how to do this…
Millie opened her mouth, then quickly shut it again, before deciding that simply licking at first might be the best option. Her tongue darted out to taste the precum leaking from his tip, and Xander hissed at the contact. It was a bit salty, but not unpleasantly so. Her tiny kitten licks shifted down his cock. Finally, once she’d built some confidence, she opened her mouth and placed the tip of his cock on her tongue.
Xander’s stomach tensed, as if he was forcing himself not to thrust into her throat. Millie closed her lips around the head and bobbed down as far as she could, trying to remember all the tips from books she’d read. What Millie couldn’t get into her mouth (curse her gag reflex!), she stroked with one hand. Her other hand braced on his thigh.
Xander stroked her hair, moving her bangs out of her face so he could get a good view of her sucking him off. “Fuck, that feels good, sweetie,” he groaned. “You sure you’ve never done this–ah!–before?”
Millie’s heart swelled with pride, and in a moment of hubris, she tried to take his cock further into her mouth. She gagged as his dick hit the back of her throat, but she valiantly tried to hold still, to please him, like a good girl should. Like a good wife should. Like the good wife she’d be, once they escaped this damned city.
“Millie,” he hissed. “C’mere. Get on the bed. I need to be inside you now.”
She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving with exertion.
“Do you want to be on top?” Xander asked.
“No. Want you on top,” Millie whined. She flopped down on the bed, thinking about how long she’d been fantasizing about Xander taking her. “Please. Fuck me.”
Xander kissed her roughly, slanting himself between her thighs. The tip of his cock flopped onto her belly as they kissed. She could feel it dribbling precum on her skin, desperate for her, like she was desperate for him.
Her fiance lined his cock up with her entrance, then slowly pushed in. Millie’s mouth opened into a little O, her head falling back into the pillow. Once Xander was all the way inside, she felt her belly, pressing down where she imagined the head of his cock had ended up. “You feel me nice and deep, huh?” he purred, placing his hand over hers. “Does it feel good?”
“Feels so good,” Millie moaned in reply. She was sure she was wearing the dopiest smile. Her fantasies had finally come true…
Xander pulled his hips back, then thrust back in slowly, letting them both adjust and feel things out. Millie watched with lidded eyes as he thrust into her. “God, your cunt feels amazing,” he grunted as he sank into her all the way. “Like you were made for me.” Xander laid over her, kissing her cheek and neck, and Millie wrapped her arms around his back, her hands on his shoulders.
He started to fuck her in earnest, and Millie lost track of where she was. The world felt dreamy, distant – all that mattered was her and Xander and their bodies and their love. Millie’s voice came out in broken, soft pants, begging for him, for anything he’d give her. “More, more,” she managed to cry out, and Xander was happy to oblige.
“You’re so good to me,” he moaned, sitting up slightly so he could thrust with more power. “My girl. My good girl. My good little wife. Mine.” He held her right hip tight enough to leave bruises, while his left hand grabbed her belly and her tits. “You’re mine now. Now and forever. You understand?”
His lewd words cut through the fog and made Millie whine. “Yours, yours,” she moaned, nodding eagerly. Her tits bounced in time with his thrusts and her words. “I’m yours, Xander!”
His thrusts became sloppy, uneven, and his hips stuttered. “Gonna cum – where –?”
“Inside, please,” Millie begged.
He nodded, and at that, Millie’s legs locked around his waist without thinking. Xander growled, leaning forward to thrust into her with his full weight. Millie held onto him as tight as she could as his hips faltered and he pressed his cock as deep as it would go. He flooded her cunt with his seed, thrusting it back into her a few more times, kissing her roughly. Millie had never felt so adored in her life.
He was still hard when he pulled out, and despite them both cumming, Millie felt… hungry. She needed to make up for all the time they hadn’t had. “I wanna go again,” she murmured, playing with his hair. “Let me on top.”
Xander rolled onto his back, and Millie plopped down onto his cock, his cum and her wetness making it easy to get right into bouncing on his lap. Her body seemed to move of its own accord, like she really had been made just for this.
Xander groped her tits, her belly, her thighs. His bright green eyes, dark with desire, were lidded as he watched her bounce up and down. I should be exhausted, she thought, leaning forward to kiss him again. But all I can do is think about his cock!
Her fiance reached down to rub her clit. “Cum for me, sweetie. Cum on my cock,” he purred. His hair was messy, his forehead and chest glistening with sweat. Gods, he was so sexy – and he was all hers, like she was his. “So fuckin’ good.”
She came within moments, and Xander sat up to meet her, holding her tight and shallowly thrusting up into her. His own orgasm followed a second later, filling her up even more, filling her with his love. He buried his face in her neck as he chased the end of his orgasm. “Good girl,” he groaned. “My good girl.”
They sat there holding each other for a few minutes. Xander lazily kissed her neck and collarbones while Millie played with his hair. She wanted to go again already – but Xander (or, more accurately, his dick) seemed to need a break.
He laid back on the bed, pulling Millie down with him. His cock, now soft, flopped out and dribbled semen on her inner thigh. Millie curled up against his chest, and although she wanted to fuck again, she was also perfectly happy to cuddle him while they both recovered.
“I love you,” he said, stroking her hair.
“I love you, too.” Millie kissed his cheek. “That was… amazing. Thank you.”
“You don’t know how long I wanted to do that,” he murmured. “How often I thought about how I was going to take you… but you beat me to the seduction part, huh?” Xander chuckled. “Honestly, I thought we wouldn’t fuck ‘til we got married. Which is not a problem, y’know, but… this is really nice.”
“You’ll have to tell me everything you thought about,” Millie whispered.
“God, you’re naughty.” Xander kissed her forehead. “I’m so glad.”
They fucked several more times that night. By the wee hours of the morning, they were both sore and spent – but they still went again and again, eager to make up for lost time and to borrow it from the future, in case one or both of them didn’t make it.
Finally, they were both completely done, snuggled up under the covers. Millie vaguely remembered she’d planned to sneak back into the Emerald Eye, but figured that plan was done for. Grezzo would yell at her later, sure – but it would be well worth it, because she got to spend a wonderful night with Xander, filled with pleasures she could have never dreamed of.
Xander snored softly, and Millie smiled to herself, sleep dragging her down into its depths. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing his neck. I love you. I love this. I love us.
She hoped she’d have the rest of time to tell him that.
