virgocat | Closed

There's something incredibly arousing about watching him like this; powerful, seductive. She realizes that she could easily be contented to just bring him pleasure like this. Seeing him so vulnerable, enjoying her touch like this, it's a heady thing.

She wraps her fingers around him, careful not to hold him too tight, and moves her hand again, up and down. Her motions slow and rhythmic.

It feels incredibly good, but he has an agenda here. He lets out a strangled sound, stopping her hand with his own.

"Sorry, I just... I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."

He sits up so he can kiss her, nipping at her lips. "And I still want to make love to you," he whispers against her lips.

"Oh..." She hadn't really thought about that. She'd been too wrapped up in the experience of giving him pleasure to think that far ahead.

"Sorry," she murmurs against his mouth, going in for another kiss. "I got caught up."

She brings her hand up, away from his hardness, since she's been stopped from touching it for now, and cups his cheek. "You're so lovely, I couldn't help myself."

"Me? You're the lovely one," he says, pressing another affectionate kiss to her lips.

"We should use a condom, though... I have one in that black jacket with the gray lining."

Either she can get it, or he can get it. He caresses her thigh with his hand absently, a little embarrassed about the condom.

"I... I was kind of hoping this would happen, so I grabbed one and put it in my jacket here."

"A what now?" Sorry, they don't have that word in Faerun. She's clearly puzzled, so she reaches for his jacket and hands it to him. She wouldn't' know what she's looking for anyway.

"Uh..." He doesn't even know if they're a thing in her world. "Something you put on a cock. It helps prevent sexually-transmitted diseases and... pregnancy."

He tears the wrapper open and pops it out, showing it to her before jacking it into place on his dick.

"It might feel a little strange, but it'll still feel good."

Well, a tiny bit of mystery vanishes from the experience watching him roll a thin sheath over his penis. A thin, wrinkly, vaguely bad smelling sheath. It gets a dubious, puzzled look before she turns her gaze back up at Arthur.

"Um...not that I don't appreciate the gesture but uh...I'm a virgin, Arthur. I don't have any diseases that you could get." She's not going to ask him, but well, the need to know is out there. Because why else would he need to use that?

He lets out a confused breath, his eyebrows furrowing. "I know. I'm clean, too, I promise. I got tested for everything not long before I showed up here, and I haven't had sex since. I just wanted to one, give you the option if you didn't believe me, and two, not get you pregnant."

Because he has no idea that it's different with her half-elfness.

"Oh...Oh!" She gets it! And lets out a laugh in a rush. She grasps his face between both hands and kisses him nosily on the mouth.

"You can't." She giggles and kisses him again, a rush of adoration just bubbling up in her. "You can't get me pregnant. Not now anyway. Not for another month and a half."

He blinks, confused, but he smiles as she works up to her explanation, kissing her back distractedly. When she explains, his eyes widen.

"Oh... I didn't even think... I just assumed it was like the human women back home."

He smiles, poking at one of her pointed ears. "How often do we have to worry about it?"

"Well, human women are more easily impregnated, because they're shorter lived." Imagine if elves and half-elves had the same potency. The women would need to be celibate forever just to have some peace.

She smiles hard enough to wrinkle her nose when he plays with her ear. It tickles, but she doesn't dare say so, after the torment she'd dished out to him only a little bit ago.

"Once every four months, for a little less than a tenday at a time. There's signs, so it's very easy to track."

"Once every four months?!"

He rips the condom off his cock and throws it to the floor, grinning and giving her a big smackeroo on the lips.

"Fuck condoms. I mean, I'll wear one when you're fertile, but damn, I dislike the feeling. I can't believe I get to... to feel you without a condom."

It feels serious all of a sudden, and he leans in to give her a proper kiss.

"God, I want you, Sye," he breathes, wrapping his arms around her.

Well with how fast he abandoned the thing, Syeira will never buy into the whole 'it still feels good' story. Ever again. She knows why he was trying, for himself and for her, but no. She's never going to buy it.

She sinks into his embrace, kissing him back with passion. "I want you too."

Snaking a hand down between them, he tests with a couple fingers how wet and pliant she is. When he's satisfied, he pats her butt cheek. "I need you up a little, babe," he says as he spreads the precome down his cock, stroking himself a little in preparation for her. He leans forward to kiss her, his voice softer. "Tell me if it hurts and we can stop."

She lifts up as he instructs, but nerves come roaring back when he speaks of it hurting. This is really happening. Her hands rest on his shoulders, a fine tremble going through her, that she tries to will away.

"It will hurt." She casts her gaze up, meeting his. "It's the way of it. I'll be all right."

She's reassuring both of them. It's just a thing that must be, and then it will pass. Her breath eases out of her, and she kisses him softly.

"I'm ready."

He nods, sweat gathering on his brow from the nerves. If he seriously hurts her, he'll hate himself.

But he won't. He knows they'll be okay, if they're slow and careful. He holds his cock and eases into her. The feeling is incredible, but he goes slowly, watching her face.

It hurts. Not the worst she's ever felt, no, but then she has a bit more than her fair share of experience in the realm of pain. She can certainly endure it, but that doesn't lessen the reality of the fact that it hurts.

She winces as the stretch happens, the push and the pain. It's a little reminiscent of being stabbed; there's a sharpness to it. She grips his shoulders, laying her forehead into the curve of his neck, her breath heavy and fast.

"It's fine. It'll pass." Her voice is strained, but she knows that he must be as tense as she is. She didn't want to stop. They'll just have to start again. Might as well get it through with since they've already begun.

It pains him to know she's in pain. He pauses, giving her time to adjust, and then moves again, and repeats the process. He kisses the side of her face, murmuring endearments.

It's slow going, but eventually, he's all the way inside her. He rubs her back and kisses her neck, panting with the effort of holding still.

"You okay?"

She clutches him close, settling against his body. She breathes, deep and deliberate, as her body adjusts. She feels...full. And as the sharpness eases, it's not so bad.

She lifts her head, kisses him softly. "I'm okay."

He's filled with so much affection for her that he feels like he'll just burst. He kisses her back, warm and soft, and moves his hips slowly and shallowly. He watches her face, wanting to see if this is too much or if she's adjusting.

She makes soft little noises as he moves, not completely from discomfort. The longer they're joined, the less it out right hurts. She's in a place between. He's nudging a spot inside her that feels intense, and promises something powerful if things go just right. It makes the discomfort that remains more than bearable. In fact, she doesn't mind it at all.

She moves her hips against his, a shallow, exploring motion. She lifts her head to watch him, her eyes asking if she's doing it right.

His mouth drops open for a quick breath. "Good," he praises her, moving his hips with her. He moves her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.

"So good, Syeira." She feels incredible on the inside, hot and soft and wet. He pushes his hips up and tries to build a steady rhythm, but he's not going to last terribly long.

That's probably her fault, since she'd got caught up in pleasuring him before.

The praise has an effect on her, she couldn't have predicted. It causes a thrill of arousal to shoot through her, spurring her to move again, with more confidence. It makes him rub against that spot inside her more firmly and she moans.

"Arthur... it's- ah!" And that's about all she can coherently come up with.

He leans forward to kiss her more passionately, spurred on by her pleasure. They move together well, and Arthur kisses at her neck, moaning against the skin there.

"Syeira," he groans, moving his hips against hers. "I'm... I'm not going to last long," he warns her, his face flushed and warm, his hair tousled. She looks lovely like this, her wild hair loose, her skin flushed.

"What should I-?" Her words cut off on a open mouthed moan, as their bodies roll together and hit her in just the right way. She leans back a little, moving a little more forcefully, trying to get that sensation again.

"Can we- ohh... more? harder?"

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