she blushes pretty deeply too because, yknow, it's not like she hasn't seen enough anime to Get The Idea. not to mention, yknow, certain pieces of classical art. She carefully glances at Phel's face though, noting the blush with... some surprise? as she curls her fingers around it, softly squishing them in. ... they're certainly more muscular than the ones on Tartaglia's dragon form... ]
[ - - Aphelios covers his mouth for a moment, as if surprised himself the degree to which he CAN feel it. he nods, the second tentacle tip shifting as if with a mind of its own to skim her arm. ]
[ She-- stiffens, uneasily, but lets the tentacle smooth over her skin, watching them carefully. It raises goosebumps along her, the weirdly.. almost velvety texture, the way the outer layer of skin slides over the muscular core.
It's freaking her out a little bit, tense, but there's enough color in her face to make that unease a little-- complicated...? At least until she shudders, shaking that arm a little and letting it go. ]
[ Aphelios nods - - honestly she handled that better than expected - - and the tentacles don't disappear but they do pull back. he brings his hands to her hips, thumbing at them gently, before he lifts them to sign again - - ]
[ STOP MAKING HER THINK ABOUT CHOICES... CAN'T YOU JUST THROW HER DOWN OR SOMETHING... which she knows is a frankly insane thought but the Choice is making her a little crazy, too. How would she know what positions she prefers... what is she supposed to prefer? What do women with real experience like?
She leans into his touch a little and-- she's already made him wait so long, it feels... Cruel? to make him also go through the trouble of getting into bed with her, when they could just... oh, but she's so nervous. She's so tense with it. Isn't she supposed to relax?
She hesitates, just making a noncommittal noise as she scoots forward and (with GREAT bravery, please praise her) angles to rub the length of him up along her lips instead of just going for it entirely. Even cooled off a bit emotionally she's still fairly slick but more importantly she's very, very warm, and the action makes her shudder atop him. ]
[ look he's a monster. he's trying to be nice in the worst way possible.
what she's chosen is a good start, though - - her rubbing up slick against him, and even through the condom it feels amazing. he hisses, rocks, pushing up against her, cock hard as it pushes against her folds, providing that friction. he rolls his hips - - not aiming to press inside her yet but getting her used to the feeling, aiming to get her worked back up again, using a hold on her hips to help with the motion. ]
[ fortunately it's pretty easy to get her worked up again-- mostly because once Aphelios gets going she's completely enamored with his expression, eyes wide and her cheeks dark. The hiss, the way he instantly moves against her, his hands on her hips; she follows his lead, shivering, her own hands curling over his arm and shoulder to help with that leverage.
The feeling is something else too-- smooth and firm against her slit, thicker and less intent than the press of his fingers when it slides easily over her clit. Her mind briefly laments the lack of skin friction, what if NO condom, before she has to mentally beat that back as absolutely fucking insane no we will NOT be doing that you horny monster.
She breathes a bit heavily, but after a moment-- and maybe more nervously than she really intended-- she presses in to kiss his lips. ]
[ Aphelios kisses back readily, eager and firm to counter act her nervousness - - groans, raw and rough against her mouth as she presses against him. it would be easy to angle himself just a little differently, to push all the way inside of her in one solid thrust, but - - he resists that urge.
instead, he drops his hand down between them, holding his cock - - bracing it so the tip presses against her, and just that tip sinks inside. he doesn't pull her down onto it, doesn't push more - - his eyes flick to watch hers for any discomfort. ]
The kiss was lovely enough that she'd almost forgotten, the heat of his mouth reassuring and solid against hers. So when he presses against her entrance she goes stock still for a second, like-- right. Right, we're doing this.
She's still got good leverage, holding his shoulder. She's-- embarrassed, more than anything, that Phel is still caring so much. So she hides her face against his shoulder and just urges her hips down, sinking more of him into her and marveling at the feeling. It's not so different from fingers. It's totally incomparable to fingers. It aches-- in a good way, a painful way, an INCREDIBLY good way and oh, god, she was right. Liking it is worse than being scared of it hurting. She wants him.
She opens her mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a breathless whine. ]
[ he can't sign to ask if she's okay, so - - he just has to watch her, trust if that she's uncomfortable she'll tell him. his breath is rough, and when she opens her mouth he kisses the edge of it, over to the line of her jaw. she feels amazing - - it's hard not to push up and sink as deep as he can in her but he wants to make sure she's more than ready for it.
so it's steady, the pace at which he pulls, lets gravity do most of the work - - inch by inch into her, his breath hissing out of him. ]
[ he won't have to wait long, because she takes the plunge herself, presses down until he's solidly hilted in her. She's still pretty tense, tight around the whole of him, but for now-- for now the aching stretch is absurdly good, more than a little confusing. She can feel her pulse around him, muscle twinges as she slowly does her best to relax, her fingers dug tight into his shoulder.
She gives a soft little noise at the kiss-- acknowledgement or desire for more it's hard to say, but she does shakily shift her free hand down along his spine to his lower back, encouraging. ]
[ Aphelios gasps when she fully rests down on him - - hips twitching up into her, grinding for more friction, head ducked some to press little kisses onto her shoulder as if to vent how - - good it all feels.
it's not his first time but it's different with her, with Valencia, so hot and stretched around him. his fingertips dig into her skin, not too hard but enough to leave indents, as he struggles not to move in more than little pulses up into her. ]
[ oh, the grinding is nice. She shudders as he kisses her and tries to mimic it, but all of her attention is elsewhere and she mostly just gently mouths against his skin, panting softly. She's focused on the solid heat within her, unrelenting, how it nudges a little deeper and back again with each tiny movement. How her clit rubs against the base of him each time he barely separates. How his fingers dig into her skin, urging himself into and against her, as hers do the same.
It's still-- tight. She can't relax like this, holding herself up in his lap, back arched into his touch. It takes a second for her mouth to catch up to her mind before she manages to speak, her voice rough with effort. ]
I-- If I could... lay down.
[ on the bed. On the floor. She doesn't care, honestly, as long as he stays against her. ]
[ ah - - Aphelios nods; he really hadn't given much thought to the position but he's ready to move just as easily as soon as she requests it. he shifts, biting into his own lip for a moment as he feels himself shift in her.
he doesn't want to pull out so he keeps inside of her as his arm loops against her back, keeping her close as his knees lift and he rotates to let her rest down in the bed, his own hips settled between her legs. he rests on his elbows for a moment, still quite close to her, and signs - - ]
[ The movement is-- worse. Better. She openly groans as he shifts her, fingers briefly tightening in his back and shoulder.
As he lays her back though the difference is almost instant: with her back flat she exhales all of that tension in her shoulders, and her whole body just... relaxes. She lets go of him to rub her face, taking long, slow breathes as little electric currents jolt up through her belly with each of Phel's little situating movements, one of her legs loosely curled behind his thigh.
She almost doesn't see his signing, but she nods, shifting her red-faced gaze down to where they're joined now that she can see better-- and carefully reaches down between them, brushing her fingertips against the base of him where he's pressed into her. ]
[ he shudders - - it gives him a better view of her, too, able to look down and see her and where they're joined. it gives him better leverage to start to move, pulling his hips back then rocking shallowly forward into her.
he does have to brace his hands on the bed so he can't sign for that, but he doesn't want to focus on signing for now - - he just wants to watch her react to that, to feel her around him. ]
[ it's a good view, her hair all mussed on the sheets and her chest heaving with each breath, each move he makes. Her eyes are hazy as she watches him move, feels it in her, feels her own wetness on him (or on the condom, rather) with her fingertips when he draws back.
She's quiet, for a bit, just... enraptured by it all before she begins to lift her hips a bit to meet him. She gets the rhythm quickly, her whole body shuddering, tightening around him as he pulls out and accepting him smoothly when he pushes back in again, shivering out a soft, short little noise of pleasure. Her hand leaves it's place so both of them can smooth against his hips and stomach, just... touching him. ]
[ he can't be vocal in a traditional sense of it but he can in his own quiet way. as he moves his groans come out of him rough, raw, especially when he's able to hilt fully inside of her. her touching him just adds to it, and...
with a spark of realization his tentacles (still there) move, not to touch her but to help keep him upright, pushed against the sheets beside them. that frees his hands to skim his fingers down from her shoulders to her chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples, pinching lightly, just further adding to the stimulation as he rocks more fully inside of her. ]
[ His voice. It stokes that fire hotter, even as quiet and rough as they are, because it's from him, it's showing he's enjoying this. Enjoying her. She gradually catches on that his noises are-- stronger, more raw, when he presses in deep, so she presses up to meet him, squeezing as best she can. It has the double effect of feeling really fucking good, of course, but that's secondary.
The tentacles-- go ignored, actually, because by this point she's closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the physicality and noise of it all. So when Phel's wandering fingers pinch her nipples she jolts, involuntarily tensing around him and gripping his hips, and releases a high gasp. ]
[ he breathes out in a rush - - like laughter, but not mocking, more happy, ecstatic that he can have her make that sort of sound, that she can say his name that sweetly. it just encourages him, attention split now between roughly groping her chest and fucking into her, picking up his space. it's still not rough, or too fast, but it's steadier than when he started, letting her really feel when he bottoms out in her. ]
[ It's-- a lot. Too much. Not enough. His groping hands and the pressure of his hips and the obscene wet noises she can just barely hear under Aphelios' rough breathing and her own noises, grown sharper with the consistent pace. The aching stretch, almost entirely gone under the intense pleasure of the friction. The build of pleasure, almost imperceptibly slow for her at first--
-- Suddenly rocketing up on a thrust, coiling, condensing somewhere hot and tight in every muscle between her thighs. She doesn't say anything-- can't-- but her hands claw blindly for his shoulders to haul him down against her. Something in her is desperate, needs him as close as possible, wants him in her and wrapped around her and pressed against every inch he can reach-- and she cries out when comes, her whole body convulsing under him. ]
[ Aphelios' breath stalls when he feels her tighten around him - - with the effort not to move, at first, feeling her climax, but in the end he can't resist and he fucks he through it. his thrusts are rougher now, not careless but wanting, chasing his own completion - -
and the clench of her around him helps push him over that edge. there's a soft, rough cry, as rough and raw as his other sounds, and something, very, very quiet and strained as he slumps on her, pulled close - - ]
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sees her face
Oh.
signs to her : ]
"Sorry. You don't like them?"
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[ as if to prove they're fine. She gently grabs one. Doubles as distracting her from watching him open a condom, frankly. ]
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blushes, when she grabs a tentacle. it curls around her hand. it's warm and dry despite the appearance of it. ]
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she blushes pretty deeply too because, yknow, it's not like she hasn't seen enough anime to Get The Idea. not to mention, yknow, certain pieces of classical art. She carefully glances at Phel's face though, noting the blush with... some surprise? as she curls her fingers around it, softly squishing them in. ... they're certainly more muscular than the ones on Tartaglia's dragon form... ]
... You can feel that?
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It's freaking her out a little bit, tense, but there's enough color in her face to make that unease a little-- complicated...? At least until she shudders, shaking that arm a little and letting it go. ]
O-okay. Okay... that's enough...
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"What position do you prefer for this?"
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She leans into his touch a little and-- she's already made him wait so long, it feels... Cruel? to make him also go through the trouble of getting into bed with her, when they could just... oh, but she's so nervous. She's so tense with it. Isn't she supposed to relax?
She hesitates, just making a noncommittal noise as she scoots forward and (with GREAT bravery, please praise her) angles to rub the length of him up along her lips instead of just going for it entirely. Even cooled off a bit emotionally she's still fairly slick but more importantly she's very, very warm, and the action makes her shudder atop him. ]
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what she's chosen is a good start, though - - her rubbing up slick against him, and even through the condom it feels amazing. he hisses, rocks, pushing up against her, cock hard as it pushes against her folds, providing that friction. he rolls his hips - - not aiming to press inside her yet but getting her used to the feeling, aiming to get her worked back up again, using a hold on her hips to help with the motion. ]
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The feeling is something else too-- smooth and firm against her slit, thicker and less intent than the press of his fingers when it slides easily over her clit. Her mind briefly laments the lack of skin friction, what if NO condom, before she has to mentally beat that back as absolutely fucking insane no we will NOT be doing that you horny monster.
She breathes a bit heavily, but after a moment-- and maybe more nervously than she really intended-- she presses in to kiss his lips. ]
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instead, he drops his hand down between them, holding his cock - - bracing it so the tip presses against her, and just that tip sinks inside. he doesn't pull her down onto it, doesn't push more - - his eyes flick to watch hers for any discomfort. ]
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The kiss was lovely enough that she'd almost forgotten, the heat of his mouth reassuring and solid against hers. So when he presses against her entrance she goes stock still for a second, like-- right. Right, we're doing this.
She's still got good leverage, holding his shoulder. She's-- embarrassed, more than anything, that Phel is still caring so much. So she hides her face against his shoulder and just urges her hips down, sinking more of him into her and marveling at the feeling. It's not so different from fingers. It's totally incomparable to fingers. It aches-- in a good way, a painful way, an INCREDIBLY good way and oh, god, she was right. Liking it is worse than being scared of it hurting. She wants him.
She opens her mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a breathless whine. ]
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so it's steady, the pace at which he pulls, lets gravity do most of the work - - inch by inch into her, his breath hissing out of him. ]
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She gives a soft little noise at the kiss-- acknowledgement or desire for more it's hard to say, but she does shakily shift her free hand down along his spine to his lower back, encouraging. ]
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it's not his first time but it's different with her, with Valencia, so hot and stretched around him. his fingertips dig into her skin, not too hard but enough to leave indents, as he struggles not to move in more than little pulses up into her. ]
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It's still-- tight. She can't relax like this, holding herself up in his lap, back arched into his touch. It takes a second for her mouth to catch up to her mind before she manages to speak, her voice rough with effort. ]
I-- If I could... lay down.
[ on the bed. On the floor. She doesn't care, honestly, as long as he stays against her. ]
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he doesn't want to pull out so he keeps inside of her as his arm loops against her back, keeping her close as his knees lift and he rotates to let her rest down in the bed, his own hips settled between her legs. he rests on his elbows for a moment, still quite close to her, and signs - - ]
"Like this?"
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As he lays her back though the difference is almost instant: with her back flat she exhales all of that tension in her shoulders, and her whole body just... relaxes. She lets go of him to rub her face, taking long, slow breathes as little electric currents jolt up through her belly with each of Phel's little situating movements, one of her legs loosely curled behind his thigh.
She almost doesn't see his signing, but she nods, shifting her red-faced gaze down to where they're joined now that she can see better-- and carefully reaches down between them, brushing her fingertips against the base of him where he's pressed into her. ]
Mm... good.
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he does have to brace his hands on the bed so he can't sign for that, but he doesn't want to focus on signing for now - - he just wants to watch her react to that, to feel her around him. ]
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She's quiet, for a bit, just... enraptured by it all before she begins to lift her hips a bit to meet him. She gets the rhythm quickly, her whole body shuddering, tightening around him as he pulls out and accepting him smoothly when he pushes back in again, shivering out a soft, short little noise of pleasure. Her hand leaves it's place so both of them can smooth against his hips and stomach, just... touching him. ]
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with a spark of realization his tentacles (still there) move, not to touch her but to help keep him upright, pushed against the sheets beside them. that frees his hands to skim his fingers down from her shoulders to her chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples, pinching lightly, just further adding to the stimulation as he rocks more fully inside of her. ]
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The tentacles-- go ignored, actually, because by this point she's closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the physicality and noise of it all. So when Phel's wandering fingers pinch her nipples she jolts, involuntarily tensing around him and gripping his hips, and releases a high gasp. ]
Aph-- elios!
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-- Suddenly rocketing up on a thrust, coiling, condensing somewhere hot and tight in every muscle between her thighs. She doesn't say anything-- can't-- but her hands claw blindly for his shoulders to haul him down against her. Something in her is desperate, needs him as close as possible, wants him in her and wrapped around her and pressed against every inch he can reach-- and she cries out when comes, her whole body convulsing under him. ]
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and the clench of her around him helps push him over that edge. there's a soft, rough cry, as rough and raw as his other sounds, and something, very, very quiet and strained as he slumps on her, pulled close - - ]
Val.
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