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[ Oh all of that at once is so much. It's almost too much, if all of those feelings weren't tangled up in a little bit of anxiety by default, but god does it feel like her faculties are kind of. Slipping away from her.

The touch is absolutely electric; she jolts under his hand the same way she did when Aphelios first touched her, but different now in a room with just the two of them and her hand's already on his cock and feeling the ways he responds to her with more than just his face and words. His hips lift into her grip, she squeezes him firm and gentle in response, her palm rubbing over the head of him and smearing the pre down, her fingers a little slick with it. The way the pads of his fingers-- a little rougher but more importantly thicker than Phel's between her lips, and how her hips jerk forward to meet him on reflex.

... But speaking of words. She inhales a shuddering little breath at his, and-- can't even respond properly, as she buries her embarrassed face into his hair, her grip faltering on him just a moment. But she does whine, needy, against his ear, because yes yes yes she WANTS this she wants him to want her and touch her and she's so fucking hungry why is she hungry it doesn't matter his fingers are on her and his cock is right there and he's so fucking hot the room is too warm he smells so good and he's barely touched her at all and she needs more. ]

That's good, that's good. [It's a thoughtless little mumble, a little her hungry jerks, a little her hands are making him feel. He doesn't spend long, his middle finger parting her and sliding in, blunt and just a little crooked to massage her walls, palm flat to give her something to grind against.] You're so good, so beautiful, Val.

[ Fffffuck okay. The noise she makes as he presses even just a finger into her is almost pathetic for how strained it is because, fuck, he's in her, and she has to shift her free hand to grip Sett's arm for stability. She eagerly grinds down against his palm, more than a little dizzy with praise and pleasure and her own movements suffering a little for it; she pants against his hair and her muscles clench needily around him, but her hand stutters a little in its stroking. She's certainly making the attempt though, even if her movements pick up a little speed unintentionally.

She's a bit squeaky when she speaks, her throat tight. ]

Sett--

Those are such good sounds. I love you see you like this. [The words are breathless now, low, a little growl underneath them. He feels like he can hear his own pulse in his ears and the edges of the world matters so much less than how she sways and squeaks. The way she squeezes him, he can't help but think about how fucking good that would feel, even as her fingers slide over his skin.

His breathing hitches, and the thought nearly drives him over. It's really not going to be long.]

Lil more? [Even as he rolls his palm against her next thrust, he pulls his finger out- enough to slide two in.]

[ he keeps saying words and it's driving her a little crazy with how hot and tight and restrictive it makes her skin feel. And he growls-- and it shudders down her spine in a way that's a simultaneous and sharp mix of fear-pleasure-arousal-PLEASURE because it's just enough to feel inhuman, too be a reminder.

She almost whines a complaint at the loss of his finger and then Holy Shit there's two of them. Sir you have VERY large hands. The stretch sends a shock through her, and she barely manages to even attempt to say "yes" before it melts into a wordless, high moan. Her thighs tremble with the effort of keeping herself up enough to allow him access AND the building pressure.

Frankly, all thoughts are gone. She shifts her head to lean against his shoulder, panting, and tightens her hand around him, pumping over the head of his cock with quick, shallow strokes. ]

Edited 2023-12-20 03:13 (UTC)

[Yeah, that's it. He curls into her- for all he'd been so vocal THIS is where he gets quiet, breathing harsh and ragged, forehead pressed hard against her shoulder as he comes, jerking in her hand.

He doesn't have the sense right now to keep moving his fingers to meet her, there's just a little reflexive jerk, pressing them a little more thoughtlessly against her walls.]

[ She doesn't have the experience to know the signs before it's already happening, and thus can't save her front from being splattered but-- honestly, oh well. The closeness and his large body curling over her makes her shudder either way, the way he goes taut and silent against her. She doesn't seem to mind that his hand doesn't move into her, because she keeps grinding down against him either way, the slightly jerky rolls of her hips matching the short little strokes she's still dragging over his length.

And frankly, it doesn't take much more than that to push her over either, as close as she already was: the tight pressure of his fingers and the solid warmth of his palm firm against her bring her to shivering orgasm, a little louder for her part; she crests the waves each time with a low groan, her muscles-- both in and out, her thighs reflexively trying to squeeze shut-- gripping tight around him. ]

[Those little strokes go from just right to a little too much quickly, wringing a sound from him. Not that he doesn't LET her keep going for a little, enjoying that edge of pleasure and pain, before gently pulling her hand away from his softening cock.

The rest of Sett is all focused on her as she uses his hand to take herself over. The rippling contractions and the muscles compressing his hand. He dusts kisses over her skin as she comes down, sloppy, happy, open mouthed ones down anywhere he can reach.]

[ At that point she was mostly just moving out of habit so she lets him pull her hand away. unfortunately probably smeared with cum so. good job buddy.

That said she just kind of... gradually sags against him, boneless, breathing a little hard as she comes down and slowly relaxes. She makes a small noise at the kisses, but it's genuinely hard to tell if it's appreciation or complaint-- though what isn't hard to tell is she way she shakily and slowly nudges Sett to draw his fingers out of her. Now that the post-nut clarity has settled in so too has the ache of penetration for a woman who is very unused to it.

Aside from that, though. She does not move. Her turn to enjoy the pampering a little. ]

[Her wrecked, pliant and messy is the BEST thing he's seen, maybe ever so far. He'd stayed as carefully as possible to let her enjoy but now is his time. He pulls the towel off.

His hands are mostly clean again by the time one arm curls around her to support her, and he really only interrupts his attention to her collarbone to help with some of that mess.]

Mm, thhhhhat was a great way to warm up.

[ yknow what she just lets him help clean her up, still a little hazy-eyed. This is affectionate grooming or whatever.

She cleans her own hands off too, before weakly flopping back against his chest, shifting her legs out from under her with QUITE some difficulty so she can sit sideways in his lap and stretch the cramps out of her calves AND remove her pants because. Well. It's a bit too late to salvage them after all that. ]

Ha... Your hands are way too big to be doing that with no warning.

[ says it kind of fussily, but doesn't actually look like she's complaining... or inclined to move away from him at all. ]

[He still has the grace to look a little chagrined. The moment she's in his lap again, he wraps his arms around her, thumb drawing lazy patterns over her shoulderblade.]

Nnnot too sore? Got a lil excited..

[ she cuddles up to him happily enough, her face red and hidden against his chest. ]

Mm. We'll see tomorrow.

[ a pause, then a bit sheepish herself: ]

... Felt really good.

Right?! That was great... [Shameless enthusiasm is clearly the answer.] We GOTTA do that again.

[ a little baffled by how umm. not crazy she feels now that she's cum but maybe this is just what sex is like for people??? this is normal surely? the idea of just immediately going for his dick like that NOW makes her want to die a little from embarrassment but ???????

... at length, she nods against him, though. because she really can't deny that it felt great and even the soft ache is really, really good in its own weird way. like a mark. oh that's so weird to think of no no. moving on, ]

I'd-- yes. Yes. I'd like to. Soon.

[For all they just did, the press of a kiss on the top of her head is almost chaste and innocent in contrast.]

Yeah, me too. You make the calls, bosslady.

[ somehow that's even more embarrassing... she huddles a little more against him, but. also affectionately smooths a hand against his chest, before curling the arm around him as much as she can in general. ]

I don't-- mind if you want to ask, or something... Whenever you want to, too.