Chapter 3: Of Valkyries and Snakes

The next morning Kate woke up groggy as the last of her medication’s brain-fogging effects abated. What she saw on her bed had her frozen in shock. The toys, slick with her fluids staining the sheets, were silent witnesses to a night she had no recollection of. Panic set in as she realized she must have pleasured herself multiple times in her medicated sleep and not just left the toys inside herself, but did so after squirting on her now-soaked bed sheets. Her growing unconscious and unfulfilled needs were now suddenly painfully visible to her, as she checked the deadbolt on her door from where she lay on her bed and nothing, it was still set in place just like she’d left it. Her window was similarly locked and showed no signs of forced entry from without as she stared at herself in shock. Nothing around her was disturbed that she could tell, and nothing had been moved or replaced.

The first few nights of this had felt off. She reasoned that finding her toys firmly lodged in place inside her, under her own guiding hands was one thing, sparking some initial embarrassment, seeing as she had been in a medicated state when she’d done this. But now, with her body boldly stating it needed more satisfaction, more release, it gave her serious pause as she tried to think things through, whilst she stared at the dark stain marking where she’d released like a willing geyser on her bed.

Her next step would be to clean the sheets obviously, but after that who could she confide in? Her friends, no, how would she explain her sudden need to resolve this problem potentially by having sex without sounding like a slut she most definitely was not. Her parents, no, they’d simply recommend a change in the drug agent when that’s what was causing the problem. Her brother, no, never she’d never put him through this, the thought alone almost made her want to retch before someone else came to her mind unbidden, Cane.

Her heart fluttered for a moment at the thought of Cane. He was always so ... comforting, his confidence and kindness had her trusting him implicitly before she could think up a reason to reject the proposal outright. He was the only person she could think of who wouldn’t judge her, who might even understand. She just had to find a way to broach the subject seriously and make sure no matter what there would be no fallout for her younger brother, not wanting it to affect him or his working at the bookstore he seemed dedicated to.

Despite herself, the more she thought about it, the more she warmed to the idea of having an older man, especially of Kane’s fifty to sixty years, be her first time with anyone, never sensing anything untoward from him, when she’d last visited the shop in search of her brother. She knew it sounded easy on paper as she rolled it through her mind, but she also knew it was always more complicated when applied in real life.

Setting the washing machine/dryer on a wet plus rinse cycle, she took the opportunity to take a shower and wash the stink of premature lust from her body. The hot, cleansing water cascading over her skin did little to ease her growing anxiety. How would she bring this up to Cane? Would he even entertain the idea? The thoughts swirled in her head like the water down the drain.

Once she finished and dried herself off she dressed herself in fresh, seductive rock punk attire that consisted of a white shirt with a chest window that showed off her cleavage, and her short black leather jacket from before which she adored. And instead of denim jeans she wore a plain black skirt with an eye-catching but modest part over her left thigh as much for function than sexual appeal with her trusty combat boots.

Redoing her Mohawk and brushing, drying the long length of her hair billowing down behind it to the small of her back, she redid her makeup with purple eye shadow to compliment her hair color with black eyeliner and matching lipstick. She looked gorgeous in an underestimated but erotically charged way, as the skirt hugged her wide hips inviting strong hands to grip them firmly and strip it away with subtle abandon. Her shirt hugged her naturally large breasts, framed by her jacket revealing the more than generous touching contours of her firm bust. The white lace bra and matching panties went a long way to make her feel comfortable and more compact than her obvious weight suggested.

Now more than ever though she focused on the positives and how she wasn’t an overweight, painted-up slut, looking for a hot rut, but instead someone trying to look confident as she faced one of the most difficult decisions in her life by following through with this, and asking for help from the one source she thought might be most inclined. Her pale blue winter eyes reflected at her in the mirror as she conceded to a moment of hesitation before she barreled through. She would just have to use some tact and explain herself. Despite her outward appearance, she was not some Barbie doll with a fresh rock punk girl reskin, she was perfectly capable of articulating herself, she just had to...

“No”, was Cane’s answer as they sat apart in his office, filled with a CCTV screen sectioned off into tidy squares and the more mundane parts of a working store’s daily functions, like the bookkeeping he’d been doing before she entered his office, requesting if she could have a private conversation with him. His initial, natural warmth seemed to follow him like a second shadow as he closed the door behind him for privacy without locking it, motioning for her to take a seat, as he sat in the opposite seat in front of his desk. He’d not chosen to sit behind his desk where his open ledgers lay, alongside his discarded pen, giving her, his full and undivided attention. She blundered through at first, explaining her night terrors, her medication’s effects, and now the recent proclivities of her unconscious body to act seemingly on its own will, to a self-contained but startling degree.

Cane was listening to every word with an acutely serious expression, never interrupting or presuming to know how to fix her problem. His reply cut her short, guessing what her request would be, but as she raised her voice to protest he gestured with his open palms facing her, asking that she give him the same courtesy of explaining as he afforded her.

“I’m saying no because ... for one thing, things can easily go wrong for any number of reasons. Maybe what you’re asking me to do, that “we do”, “together”, he emphasized with a serious tone to match the expression that sat firmly on his face. “Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t, even so, either way, the last thing I want is fallout for your brother, for him to wonder why his sister can no longer show her face at his job because things have gone inexplicably sour with his boss or worse things become weird. I’m not saying we’re destined to become a couple if this works and start holding hands if you’ll pardon my old-fashioned sentimentality, but the professional lines I’ve drawn in my workplace are clear and I’d like to keep them that way, especially in a small town like this.” He leaned back in his chair, “For another, what you’re asking for is highly personal and intimate. It’s a big deal, to say the least, and while I’d be more than happy to help, I’d like to be sure that you’re making this decision because it’s truly what you want, not because you feel like you have no other options or because you’re being pressured by someone or something you don’t fully understand.”

Kate met his eyes with fresh tears of understanding, as she wiped them away carefully away with a fresh cleanex from a nearby box dispenser Cane always had handy on his desk when doing the accounts. She smiled at the jokes recounting in her head when her brother had told her about it, inspired by Cane’s own words to him in a frequent attempt at humor he used to liven up what could otherwise feel like a stuffy old bookstore sometimes.

He raised her chin with the long index finger of his hand, his face filled with genuine contrite at her plight as he said “If we were to agree on terms...” he began but only got as far as that as she jumped into his arms, her sudden relief overwhelming her need to compose herself before it quickly it reasserted itself and she slowly sat back down, hoping to herself that she hadn’t just hurt him.

Aside from some redness in his cheeks as he breathed in, regaining his breath from the sudden jolting of the air from his lungs, Kate realized she had probably just shoved his face through the open window of her shirt and into the curves of bosom beneath. The act of complete and utter lack of control she’d just shown made her feel like she used to. Already picturing herself as she used to be, the immature and grossly inadequate teenager she’d been throughout most of high school. This was before she’d won her own self-respect and gleaming sense of self-control, which she’d slowly had to claw back over the past few days, until now.

Cane, with an easy gesture from his hands, indicated that everything was alright, as he composed himself momentarily before beginning again, understanding her relief but asking her to temper herself until he completed his response. She agreed knowing he was trying to pick his words carefully before he uttered them, gaining her respect, as he treated this not as a fling or one meaningless one-night stand to be forgotten instantly, after getting his potential jollies out of her. “If we were to both agree to what you’re asking, there would need to be terms we would both have to meet and respect or we wouldn’t even begin”, he said stating the most obvious first as he took her smaller hands in his larger ones, noticing how delicate and feminine they looked for the first time as he said “Respect must flow both ways, if you say stop, I stop, if I say I can’t keep going, you need to promise me you’ll keep your head and not drag me halfway across oblivion chasing a high you can’t get on your own,” Cane continued, his voice firm yet filled with gentle concern. Kate nodded vigorously, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “And absolutely no one can know, especially not your brother, this is between us, understand?”

“Furthermore to not avoid the elephant in the room that will probably stare at us in the face when we get to it, we need to use protection, if not already on it”, he said trying to cover all the bases he could think of. She nodded, telling him she’d never stopped taking contraceptives since early high school, not because she’d been the school slut or anything but because it always paid to be protected, her mother now still one county over, awaiting the untimely death and burial of her sister with her father, had almost become a teen mom herself. Without revealing too many details to her, she’d advised her with understandable concern of her need to be safe and sure of the partners she chose, not the circumstances that chose her instead. Kate admitted though that she’d been taking her own more cautiously than ever recently, with her oddly intimate nights of unwanted self-pleasure. She could explain the need for her typical contraceptive but the emergency one for the mornings she took afterward had provided her with a deep and cleansing form of safety net to rely on, knowing from well-documented usage that fertilized or not any ovum released into her would be aborted before it had even had the chance to attach to her uterus wall with its usage.

Upon hearing this Cane gave a welcome sign of relief, expressing how he felt reassured he’d made the right decision to join her in this endeavor after hearing the prudence of her actions. “One more question”, he said even though he already knew her expected answer “I need to just come out and ask you, so I don’t blame myself for unduly hurting you by not being observant”, he said his voice low and carefully controlled as he asked “are you a virgin and even if you’re not I’ll need you to steer me to what you naturally want, as proclivities go, every woman is a unique diamond and possesses a specific need they want to be met, even if it’s something as often underrated as cuddling afterward. We’re doing this for your benefit, your peace of mind, I’m willing to suspend my own needs, my own wants so that you might reach the peace of mind you’ve obviously been seeking”, his honest words filled the room with a gentle sincerity that Kate hadn’t felt from a man since her father had taught her to drive stick.

She measured the weight of her own words before she answered his questions starting with the most obvious she could answer “Yes, I’m a virgin,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing with a shade of red that she felt vividly on her face. Cane nodded his expression one of solemn respect. “And no, I’m not looking for a boyfriend or a fling as a result of what we’re about to embark on, I just want to understand my body again,” Kate added, her voice growing stronger with each syllable.

“And your proclivities?” he asked her with a reassuring tone.

Kate took a deep breath, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter. “I ... I don’t really know,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never had the chance to explore. But I do know that I want it to be gentle at least the first time,” she whispered, her eyes searching his for any signs of impatience or annoyance, but finding only understanding.

“Naturally I’m not a beast my darling, I can reassure you that not all men lose their heads in the throes of passion just as not all women do. We both have to keep this in mind in case one of us goes too far”, he said. Kate understood what he was saying and nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort in his willingness to listen and respect her boundaries. “Apart from that despite being forty years your senior at a handsome sixty, I’m still very much a virile man, although obviously at my age I couldn’t impregnate a rabbit if I tried,” he said with a chuckle. “But I would still like to reassure you by using condoms obviously, unless you feel strongly enough not to”, he said leaving the decision in her hands as she asked tactfully as she could “How ... you know ... how serious can your erection get, should I be worried about size”, she said earnestly, more so for her own sense of security than any actual concern “I just ... I’ve wondered, obviously but I also don’t want any tearing” she said, her tone of voice a mix of curiosity and vulnerability.

Cane could only answer by asking her permission to lock the room momentarily, more so for their privacy than anything underhanded he told her. Kate nodded as he said “I’m not one to do this at all, even with this type of context, let alone in my own office,” he said as he unbuckled his pants revealing a more than generous erection, larger than anything she had ever seen in pornos let alone handled in real life. It was monstrous and veiny, she doubted even its head could fit in her without concern for pain on her part, as he quickly gave a side profile of it, displaying its length to give her the plainest idea of what he looked like. He explained that from experience further arousal was still possible, as well as a further growth in size and girth when responding to a partner, before he quickly buckled his pants up and unlocked the door. Letting the full weight of the decision sink in, he gently reminded her she could still back out of it, as he sat behind his desk this time, Kate’s mouth hung open in a considerately accurate O-shape, her mind no doubt flicked through the scenarios in her head where their bodies met in a dance of lovemaking that could threaten to split her in half.

Sensing this, Cane spoke up, feeling her concern naturally fill the air between them. “Please bear in mind, the older you get the more experiences you acquire, but no one is self-taught. That is why considerate lovers are treasured commodities, including what you would call “petite” ones I have shamelessly asked, to teach me how to appreciate a body so different from my own. In other words, I’ve learned how to turn a hammer into the thread I’ll need to be able to pass through the eye of a needle if that’s what’s needed of me and if you’ll let me”, he said warmly, watching as Kate took her time to compose herself so she could respond appropriately after such a stunning reveal. “I understand, and I appreciate your honesty, I just want to be ready for whatever happens,” she said, her voice still a little shaky but growing stronger by the second. “And I’d like you to take it slow, really slow,” she added, her eyes still fixated on the spot where he’d been moments ago.

She faced him at last answering his question about whether he should use contraception of his own, at his advanced age “I think it’s a good idea,” she murmured, swallowing hard. “But ... I want to feel you, all of you,” she said, her voice filled with a newfound assertiveness. “If it’s safe, I want to be as close to you as possible,” Kate continued, her eyes meeting his with a fiery determination.

“From experience”, he began his tone serious and solid “even a three-layered approach to condoms in my case has failed to do what lightning reflexes accomplished by saving both myself and previous partners from prematurely becoming parents. “It doesn’t mean I won’t bring them and use them readily, just be aware in my past the thin material used even when applied in more than one overlapping layer tends to weather quickly and snap. The only advantage my age holds now in that respect is that I never have to fear the reality of becoming a father. But if you wish it for the critical sense of security it can bring you, I will use it happily without complaint”, he said with consideration for her and her well-founded concern.

Kate in answer to his offer looked at Cane with a newfound respect, understanding the gravity of what he was saying and the level of trust he was placing in her. She knew that by saying yes she was potentially opening a Pandora’s Box that could never be closed again. Yet, the desire within her burned brighter than any fear of the unknown. She took a deep breath, and with a quiver in her voice, she said, “I trust you. I would have you trust me by being bare, I don’t think I could handle any barriers between us for this first time,” her voice grew stronger with each word she spoke.

“All that’s left then is the setting”, he said as he wrote down his address and phone numbers for her on a plain scrap of paper he had lying around on his desk he then handed to her. “I’ll buzz you in, we’ll both be able to appreciate our own company in a more private setting”, he said contently. As Kate studied the address she realized it was in a private estate block in the nicer part of town close to the city centre, which meant that it was probably a penthouse suite. “As the old song goes, come as you are, and don’t worry, I don’t have a gun,” he said smiling warmly at the obvious music reference. Kate smiled in turn, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that he had a sense of humor and that she wasn’t about to walk into a horror movie scenario so far from her comfort zone.

“But don’t worry”, he said, “you look stunning already and I’m sure you’ll turn a few more heads on your way out of here, all we need now is a time, now that we have a place”, Cane said. Kate folded up the scrap of paper and stored it inside her leather jacket pocket, she said “How about tonight, after my brother’s shift?” Kate suggested, feeling a mix of excitement. “That’ll work, have you decided what’ll tell your brother about what you’re going to do on a Tuesday night?” he said honestly piqued.

Kate nodded. “I’ll tell him I’m going out with some friends from work, which isn’t entirely a lie. We sometimes do that,” she said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension that had settled around the conversation. She knew that the lie was a small price to pay for the potential freedom and self-discovery she was about to experience.

“Don’t worry then”, he said “Very rarely is any situation put in front of us to overcome, as bad as our imaginations make them out to be, most times we are our own worst enemies all along”, he said knowingly. Kate took a moment to ponder over his words before responding with a nod. She had felt that way before, so many times in her life, trapped by the prison of her own thoughts. “I’ll be there tonight, I’ll make sure to dress comfortably and appropriately,” she said, standing up from her chair and smoothing out her skirt, as she turned and left his office with a curt wave, Cane collapsed back into his chair.

He had her now, every part of her. The revelation that she’d so closely guarded herself with both typical and emergency contraceptives to eliminate all chances of pregnancies when they’d secretly violated her body eased his heart, as much as he knew it would ease Perry’s. Assuaging all guilt he might have that nothing permanent had come of their first encounter with Kate’s irresistible body and purity. He’d make sure it went just like he planned to record everything from multiple angles. He’d wow her or die trying, either way, he’d claim the unsuspecting girl at shifts end, she’d return to her home later than usual, take her sleeping medication and Perry would finally be able to indulge himself solo until either his body or his will gave out much like himself. So long as he left her roughly feeling in the same sore and aching condition Cane intended to leave her in when they were finished, he’d be golden. He smiled broadly to himself as only a lecherous, grace-stealing thief could. Ready for what was to come.

He positioned her above his hips, as he sat with his back against the leather padded headboard of his bed, with pillows propped up against his back. She looked magnificent and larger than life, as she stood open-legged in a cow-girl position over his hips, the tip of his monstrously engorged penis resting solemnly at the lips to her entrance. Kate could honestly say the apartment was as warm and charming as the man, filled with treasured knick-knacks from different cultures she recognized and even some she didn’t alongside corresponding photos he’d taken. Warm light dimmed to just the right setting on the overhead light, cast her body in the role of some exotic new experience, not unlike those he placed throughout his home framed like precious gems of exotic-looking places he’d visited in his youth she envied.

In this exposing light Cane’s body sported a wolf lean frame when fully naked. His deep, natural tan from years of travel spread evenly throughout his overall body, lending him the subtle appearance of earlier youth. His hair, straight locks of a healthy, gleaming grey were combed back and slicked behind his head with a good amount of hair gel holding it in place, which was better than to let it fall where it may when they commenced this. He looked somewhat, chiseled, somehow carved into the solid being he was, as he lay there, his ever-present warmth as palpable as his patience. There was an air of obvious intimacy here between them with no rush or expectation behind their body’s motives, which was just how she’d wanted it.

Her body by stark comparison to his was largely round and obese, but just as eye-catching as his long, sinewed frame. Her more stout appearance seemed to stuff as much of her girth into her generous, curvy limbs as the rest of her body, as the swell of her breasts along with their exposed nipples looked good enough to eat along with the rest of her. Her obvious weighty body had always been and even now seemed more alluring like a welcoming pillow for someone to lose themselves in, now more than ever. Her sweet, heart-shaped face nodded to him discreetly that she would begin, her makeup was unchanged from before, and just as strikingly vibrant in its violent hues that complimented her hair’s untamed style.

He guided her through it, highlighting that feeling no pain if she didn’t feel her hymen tear was not to be observed as a bad thing, that from his experience it was not uncommon, as he slowly guided her opening onto the monstrous head of his erection. Its bare touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body, she felt like a tight ring being stretched around something much too large and raw for her to fit, but she knew almost instinctively that if she followed his gentle guidance she would make it. “Just let it happen, Kate, let your body accept me,” he whispered in her ear, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves, as she felt the first inches of his manhood slowly ascend into her, the pressure building until she felt like she was going to burst at the seams.

He didn’t even attempt to force her down by the hips, one hand always present on the shaft of his penis the other gently caressing her cheek to remind her she wasn’t alone. That she was in control and held all the keys to the kingdom and that nothing was expected from her, except what she allowed herself to believe to be true. She took the cue and began to lower herself, feeling the slow stretch of her virgin walls to accommodate his size. The sensation was overwhelming; a mix of pain and pleasure she had never experienced before, like her body was opening to welcome a new chapter in her life. She took deep, slow breaths as he encouraged her, his voice a calming force in the storm of new sensations.

The fact that he’d secretly taken her virginity days ago without her knowledge made this all the more juicy in his mind, as her inexperienced body did most of the work in convincing her that she was still a virgin and about to be willingly deflowered. Her conscious, tight, young body loaded with a more than plentiful amount of resistance needed, to fake the same effect of a torn hymen and she would never know any better. She was a treasure to behold and he was going to make sure she felt every inch of this experience.

“I think we’re just there”, he said, his head blissfully enveloped in her, its size jarring as she nodded in agreement, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes watering from the effort of taking him in. She took the next step and willingly lowered herself down on him inch by inch searching for her lost innocence in the process. Her plump thighs quivered from the effort and she braced herself with her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she moaned out. Cane’s eyes never left her face, studying every twitch and wince, as if he was navigating a map of pleasure and pain, trying to find the perfect balance.

“As I said, don’t worry about feeling it tear, it can be deceptively fast, often it’s better this way if you don’t feel it at all”, he said with an air of a caring lover, his concern for her obvious in his eyes, as he held her cheek warmly. Picking away an unshed tear from her eye he said simply “Don’t worry, you have all the time you need and all the care and attention you could wish for”, he said solidly. Kate took one more deep breath and with it sank down onto him with a cry of pain that was music to his ears, her eyes screwing shut as she felt herself forcefully spreading around him, her walls clamping down on his thick length as she did so like a foreign invader.

For Kate herself, the pain was intense but brief, replaced almost immediately by a fullness that was unlike anything she had ever felt. Cane’s gentle encouragement and the way he was looking at her made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew she had made the right choice in confiding in him, wondering not for the first time if he had been specifically who had spawned her late-night activities, in the sense that she’d subconsciously craved him to the point where she’d be forced to eventually seek him out. Her body began to adjust to the intrusion, the muscles in her vagina stretching and tightening around him as he said “The next step would be to accept me fully so that your body can adjust to my size completely”, he said calmly, the first drops of sweat forming on his forehead, understandably. In Kate’s mind breaking through her own hymen had been the hardest part, but the reality was that the pain had subsided and she was left with the feeling of being incredibly full and a tingling anticipation of what was to come.

“If you want, I can slowly help you with that, unless you feel confident to navigate it on your own?” he said his tone warm and considerate as always.

Kate took a moment to process, feeling the pulsing heat of him deep within her. She took a deep breath and nodded, “I trust you,” she whispered, and Cane began to gently lower her hips, his aim to leave the opening of her sex flush with the base of his shaft and let her body adjust to his full and tremendous size slowly before continuing.

The feeling was intense, her body stretched to the limits around his thickness, but she felt a strange sense of peace as she leaned into the sensation, her eyes never leaving his. He paused, giving her time to adjust, his hands firm but gentle on her hips. “Just breathe, Kate,” he murmured his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re doing so well.”

Slowly, Kate began to move on her own, past the halfway point of his monstrous cock, as she slid further down. The pain had transformed into something else, a sensation that was more intense than anything she had ever felt, but she could tell it was not pain at least through her budding, collective aches, not anymore. Her body was opening up for him, welcoming him into her warm, wet embrace, and with each inch she took, the pleasure grew more profound. Three-quarters down, and she was panting, her eyes glazed over with a mix of ecstasy and challenge. Cane watched her with a knowing smile, his hands guiding her with gentle encouragement, as he watched her pupils dilate on her descent. Ninety percent down and she was riding off the edge of a cliff, ready to dive into the abyss of pleasure below.