may/december

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MAY/DECEMBER ROMANCE A May-December romance is any where there is a larger than average age difference between the partners involved. Sometimes this is met with disapproval, sometimes it is arranged, sometimes it is abuse of power, and other times it just happens and it's no one's fault or doing. This meme focuses on those relationships. - Post with your character, preferences, and note their ages (or an estimate if no canon age is given). - Please don't forget to note how much of an age gap you're comfortable with! - Look around, tag. Have fun! Make up a scenario or make use of the prompts below. beginning 1. confession - you've just confessed your love. How is it received? 2. coerced - they have more power than you and you have no choice but to go along. 3. arranged - this was an arranged union and may not have had anything to do with your choosing at all. 4. secret - it would be forbidden or frowned upon, but you can't resist... middle 1. difference - does the age difference make things difficult? 2. domesticity - just a day in the life... 3. experience - one of you has more experience than the other, but at least they're eager to teach. 4. argument - you're fighting for one reason or another. end 1. breakup - things aren't working. 2. discovered - your forbidden secret has been found out and judged. 3. another - one of you has fallen in love with another. 4. happily ever after - against all odds, you've made it work.

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[dated]

[ When was the last time Manuela had been given such uninterrupted attention, let alone spoiled? So often scorned, she would have readily called that bluff if he weren't so quick to show that he is indeed a man of his word. At this point, what reason did she have in playing coy? He was a grown man, after all; sure, still many, many years her junior, but he was also technically her superior in terms of rank. Does not that balance things out a little? Certainly it must.

But she doesn't have time to reason with herself right now. Right now, she was getting what she's been aching for for so long... Or rather — she was getting damn close to it.

He kisses like she thought he would: soft and sweet, but with an unmistakable confidence and resolve that she's come to know from him in every other aspect of his life. He is tentative, but eager — showing potential for a great lover, indeed.

Manuela, in turn, kisses like she sings: bold, assured, hungry to keep going. Like a star in the night sky eager to shine as bright as it can before its inevitable burn out, she doesn't hold back, angling her head in a way that allows their kiss to deepen, for her tongue to slip past his lips to coax out more action. Her arms she winds around his neck, finally letting their bodies press flush together, so that he might feel every soft curve she possesses. ]

I wonder, dear Ferdinand. [ Pausing to breathe, she then takes one of his hands from around her waist to not-so-subtly guide it down over her ass. ] Do you truly understand what it would take to spoil me?

[ The still-open door is long forgotten; Manuela is far more preoccupied to see just how far Ferdinand is daring to go. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ The kiss starts innocently enough, but it’s not long before he finds himself drawn in, all concerns of propriety and etiquette a distant memory. In their place is a burning desire – a simple ember at first, but as her lips part and her tongue touches his, it ignites into a wildfire. It takes no coaxing at all for him to reciprocate, pressing his body close to hers as he chases her tongue with his, painting it in broad, hungry strokes.

So utterly is he enthralled that when their bodies meet, he pays no mind to trying to conceal the rather obvious sign of arousal that she’s already incited. And when she guides his hand to her bottom, he wastes no time in giving it a hearty, eager squeeze. It’s not very noblelike of him, but he doesn’t particularly care right now, so long as it pleases her.

His lips hang close to hers as she breaks for air, and he finds himself panting softly against her lips, hanging on her every word. Her voice, as it always has been, is the sweetest of music to his ears. But this time, her song is private and seductive, hopefully serving as a prelude to a recitative comprised of her pleasured cries. ]

I have imagined it a great deal as of late. [ He sneakily catches her lower lip between both of his, giving it a playful tug before continuing. ] But I am more than happy to learn.

[ And what a great many things she could teach him. Just the thought of them all causes his hips to grind into her, allowing her to feel just how eager of a student he is. ]

[dated]

[ Trust that Manuela has honed in on the stiffness pressing insistently against her hip. She hasn't been able to think of much else since, to be honest. The fact she can incite such a reaction from a highly desirable man... over just one kiss? What bigger flattery can there be? (And while she might have never doubted him, it's still quite nice to know for sure that he isn't merely all talk when it comes to all those pretty words.) ]

Mm, and I would be happy to teach you.

[ She doesn't reach down to touch him, though she desperately wishes she would. Feeling emboldened by his desires, she feels whimsical enough to play it coy, at least for the beginning.

Carefully, she withdraws herself from him, her skin prickling with electricity when her body remembers how strong and big his grip felt around her rear. It truly takes all her strength to step away from him and settle herself back down on a cot. She crosses one leg over the other, letting the high slit part to show a generous amount of skin. ]

But first, show me what you already know.

[nobiliteatime]

[ This all really is happening, isn't it? This isn't just some particularly pleasant dream that he's having. The subtle taste of her kiss lingers still on his tongue, and the sensation of how her body fits against his is fresh in his memory. To think that he would actually be able to act on what's seemed like an unobtainable fantasy, destined to remain out of reach for so long — what has he done to deserve such fortune?

And he only feels even more fortunate as she settles on the cot. His eyes flit to her leg, and the first thing he imagines is how lovely it would be to have those legs on his shoulders while he puts his mouth to work. It's a wonderful image that stokes that fire within his belly even more. ]

It would be my pleasure.

[ Though he doesn't know a lot by firsthand knowledge, does he? Most of what he has to go by is instinct. But anything worth doing well is worth learning, and he's always been a quick study and eager to learn. That eagerness is even on full display as he approaches her, and trapped in his pants though it may be, less and less of it is left to her imagination as it grows harder still.

His gaze is full of hunger and longing as he locks eyes with her, and he doffs his gloves, tossing them casually to the cot next to the one they'll be sharing. ]

Or, as I am hoping, yours.

[ And slowly, he lowers himself down to his knees before her. Not once does he break eye contact as he puts a hand on her calf, gently extending her leg outward so that he can turn his head and press a kiss to the inside of her lower thigh, then press another further up her leg. His other hand reaches out to gather her skirt, casting the fabric to one side so that the only thing in his way happens to be what she's wearing underneath. And even then, should there be anything in his way, he'll hook a finger beneath it to tug it down and make sure it doesn't stay in his way for very long.

All the while, his heart pounds with anticipation. He's throwing himself right into it, but he feels as though he might truly go mad if he doesn't. He wants to taste her sex on his lips and tongue, to get to know her so intimately that he can pleasure her in a way that no other man has ever achieved. ]

[dated]

[ Her eyes are molten lava as they follow his descent down to his knees. She can't remember the last time she ever brought a man to such a state, outside of violence and magic. To have such a fine young man so eager to do her bidding like this... Why, it was a high damn near close to when she would sing on stage. It's just as addicting, too. ]

I have high hopes for you, Ferdinand.

[ Truth be told — and something he will discover soon enough — she has already grown quite wet from anticipation. The way he looks at her like a true object of desire, juxtaposed with the near-reverent way his bare hands touch her skin... It has her breath hitching, her chest tightening in a way that threatens to leave her oversensitive before he can even start.

The meager piece of fabric that had once been her undergarments now hands uselessly around one ankle, and though she is content to sit and watch him go at his pace, a touch of impatience shines through when she parts her thighs eagerly, granting him more room to get closer still... and a full view of her glistening cunt.

Carefully, she leans back on her elbows, eyes still trained on his own. But as if the sight of her spread out and hungry like this weren't enough, he'll soon feel the light pressure of her heeled foot tracing up along his thigh, not stopping until it reaches the bulge of his arousal. ]

Get me nice and ready for this, will you?

[ Because she'll be damned if they're stopping at just oral. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ The sight before him really is one to behold, and it’s one he’ll certainly never forget. Manuela’s entrance, slick with arousal, so inviting and… perfect. He’s almost mesmerized by it, by the fact that he is responsible for soaking through her underthings. That slickness, he imagines, will feel incredible around his cock, and she’ll look utterly divine while taking him in as well.

But he genuinely wants to see how she likes to be touched first. He has some idea, and as his eyes catch a glimpse of the hooded bud nestled above where her folds meet, he mentally connects it with an anecdote he’d overheard from some of the soldiers talking amongst themselves in confidence. It had seemed crude and unseemly of them at the time, to talk so brazenly about their own conquests, but perhaps that information would be useful to him.

His cheeks brighten at her direction, and his gaze is momentarily lifted from her cunt as her foot teases at him. He nods quickly, lowering his head between her thighs. ]

It’s quite ready for you, Manuela.

[ Not that he’s complaining. He’s a gentleman, so of course he doesn’t mind one bit. But there’s not really anything gentlemanly about how he buries his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue firmly along her entrance. Its tip brushes between her folds, tracing a path upward that leads to a flick across the hood of her clit.

His hands find purchase on her hips as he closes his mouth over the bud, giving it a suckling tug. Eyelashes flutter as he glances up at her, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of starved desire and an eagerness to be told, via words or otherwise, that he’s doing a good job for her.

Hopefully, he’s off to a strong start. ]

[dated]

[ The soft, low sound of Manuela's approval rings out in the otherwise empty infirmary. Such a scandalous place to do such a scandalous thing, but it wasn't as if any of this was pre-planned or anything. Part of the thrill of it all was the spontaneity, the almost forbidden nature of this tryst. That alone would have had her growing damp in her panties, but Ferdinand's unwavering attention was really just the thing to stoke that always latent fire in the pit of her belly.

With a sigh, she tips her head back, back arching to lift her heavy breasts into the air as he gave a particularly rough suck. One leg she'd hooked over his shoulder, making it so he could feel the tensing of her thigh every time his tongue swiped a stripe between her folds, teasing her. ]

Oh... yes, Ferdinand... keep going.

[ Gradually, she begins to rock her hips in a quiet bid for more. One of her hands has found purchase behind his head, curling around soft amber hair. All the while his mouth worked on her, her own couldn't stop uttering out whatever came to mind. ]

Look how wet I am for you — yes, there, lick me deeper —

[ Hopefully, no one else thinks to pass by the infirmary that evening. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ Ferdinand’s inhibitions aren’t so dulled that he doesn’t realize how scandalous the situation is. There are very meticulous expectations placed upon him when it comes to courting and physical relationships, and he’s still fully cognizant of them.

But with Manuela? Goddess forgive him for it, but he just doesn’t want to hold back. This is what she wants and desires from him, and it’s what he wants, too. It would be one thing if this were simple physical lust, but his feelings go far beyond that. And she makes him feel appreciated, treasured – wanted. How could he not be willing to bend a few rules for her?

He is quickly finding, of course, that pleasuring her is a rather enjoyable endeavor. There’s the matter of her lovely, melodious voice, obviously, but everything else appeals to him as well. The sensation of her fingers in his hair, the taste of her, the way her body arches so perfectly in response to his ministrations; all of it arouses him to no end, making his cock ache with stiff anticipation.

He hums against her skin, opening his mouth wider and allowing the tip of his tongue to slide inward. He quickly discovers that his tongue, unfortunately, can only go so far in, but his imagination quickly arrives at a solution to that.

One of his hands leaves her leg, its palm facing upward, and a single finger traces upward from the bottom of her slit before it sinks into her, its entrance eased by her slick arousal. His mouth refocuses on her clit as his finger slides in to the hilt, curling upward and stroking at her front wall. Only after striking her with his tongue some more does he break for air, murmuring breathlessly against the skin as his finger begins to move in and out. ]

Manuela…

[ He wants there to be no doubt that it’s her that he wants, not just the thrill of a forbidden rendezvous. That is very thrilling to him, as it turns out, but that’s not even the most exciting thing about any of this to him.

He locks his gaze upon her face as his tongue alternates between dutifully polishing her clit and lapping at the wetness emanating from her cunt, above where his finger is buried within her. The other hand tucks itself under the curve of her bottom, giving her ass a firm, eager squeeze and pulling her forward to encourage her to keep moving her hips.

He could certainly get very used to doing this, especially if she keeps putting on such a lovely performance. ]

[dated]

[ all that diligent and passionate work, is it any wonder that he soon sends her off the precipice of a great orgasm? he'll sense it building, of course, in the way her hips rock even more urgently, in the grip in his hair all but shoving his face deep against her cunt. the second he adds in that finger, she loses any sense of propriety and discretion, tossing her head back in a sharp gasp that melts into a low, purring moan. ]

Yes, [ she'll cry out, when the first wave crashes over her, making her thighs shake on either side of his head. his name tumbles out of her lips, singing praises like an aria, as she falls back against the cot in a boneless afterglow.

she is not still for very long. a handful of seconds to regroup, but that's all the older woman needs before she is sitting up, a fire in her eyes. she has been aching for this, you see. for far too long. she will not let it end just yet. ]

Mm, what marvelous work, Ferdinand...

[ there is a light sheen of sweat on her skin, highlighting the rise and fall of her ample chest. ]

Now come up here — if I don't get my own mouth on you soon, I'll have words for you, young man.

[nobiliteatime]

[ Aside from the lovely sounds she makes and the way her hips rock so encouragingly into him, the only thing he has to go by is gut instinct. But he learns quickly by doing, and as it turns out, he's a lot better at cunnilingus than he is at writing poetry. He can't help but feel a sense of pride as she cries out and comes around his finger, happy to have his face buried between her legs until she's properly finished.

Only then does his finger withdraw, thoroughly coated in the same slick that lingers on his lips and tongue. His mouth similarly pulls back, and he casts a glance down to her slick cunt, rather pleased with himself, but also quite pleased with the view as well.

His gaze flits upward when she rewards him with such glowing praise, allowing himself a small, roguish smile. His eyes wander noticeably down to her chest as he rises to his feet, but they move back up to her face at her request, his cheeks glowing with a faint blush. ]

As you wish. [ His hands reach for his belt, wasting no time in undoing it. His trousers come open as he unbuttons the fly, and neither willing to make her wait or to wait any longer himself, he tucks both thumbs under his waistbands and pushes them down. ] You are the reason I'm so hard, you know.

[ And oh, is he hard. His cock springs out from under the fabric, thick, heavy, and ruddy with arousal. He eagerly steps closer to the cot, gripping the base of his erection with one hand to hold it steady for her. The other hand, meanwhile, reaches out to cradle her cheek, the gesture soft and loving even as his features stiffen with an intense desire. ]

[dated]

[ Ferdinand is not a natural performer by any means, though he is a big fan of theatrics like Manuela. Still, he hardly needs the talent to make the act of undressing an unbelievably sexy one, though at this point manuela is so incredibly turned on it's safe to say just about anything he does could send her off the edge all over again. ]

Goodness me... [ The look in her eyes as she devours the sight of him says it all: she is very pleased with what she's being presented with. ] Have you been keeping this all to yourself, Ferdinand? Now I'm even more upset you've kept silent for so long.

[ She leans forward, letting her tongue slip out to trace along the long line of him. Her eyes remain staring up through her thick lashes, eye makeup only just beginning to be a little smudges from sweat and exertion. Slowly, putting on a show, she reaches up to pull down the low neck of her dress, letting her heavy breasts out in the open to truly give him a feast for the eyes. ]

Perhaps I should punish you, hm..? [ She starts to tease the slit of his cockhead, a devilish smile on her lips. ] What if I ride you until you're begging me to let you come inside?

[nobiliteatime]

[ Ferdinand takes pride in his physique, but the way she admires him so openly with her eyes makes his heart flutter. She looks just as in her element with her lips so close to the head of his cock as she did on the stage at the Mittelfrank Opera Company all those years ago.

Amber eyes shift down to watch her breasts as she frees them from her dress, and his teeth graze over his lower lip. Unable to resist the urge, he lets his hand fall away from the base of his own cock so that he can grope her with a hungry, kneading palm. Goddess, he's fantasized about touching her like this for so long that it makes him shudder even before her tongue grazes the head of his cock. ]

You would have me begging in no time. [ He swallows a lump in his throat as his palm massages her breast, his gaze fixated upon that perfect face, those gorgeous eyes, those luscious lips so tantalizingly close to his cock. ] But even if I came, I would not want to stop.

[ His eyelashes flutter as his hips roll instinctively at the thought of her astride him. No, not just astride him, but beneath him, between him and a wall, on her hands and knees before him — there is no end to the number of fantasies that flash in his mind's eye, and every single one of them stars her in the leading role. ]

I would want to fill you over and over again, Manuela... even if we were caught, I could not bear to stop.

[dated]

[ Hearing him say that makes the ache in her pussy pulse hotter; already she wishes he would bury his head between her legs again, or that he would shove that big cock of his deep inside so she can start to memorize the shape of him — but no no, she mustn't be too hasty. He has been a good boy thus far, and he deserves a little reward before she makes him never want to fuck another woman in his life. ]

My my... the vigor of youth.

[ Oh, how she adores it already. After some shifting, she brings herself onto her knees on the cot, just so she can lean up enough to present those breasts he's so enjoying for easier access. Past her parted lips she lets slip a stream of saliva that drops just onto the valley of her breasts, making the tantalizing sight even more tempting. ]

Go on, my dear. [ She guides his hands to press her breasts together around the throbbing heat of his cock, smothering it, the very tip of which she kisses almost tenderly. ]

You know what to do, don't you? I'm sure you've thought about this enough times.

[nobiliteatime]

[ To Ferdinand, all of this feels like a reward. He'd rather enjoyed the experience of tasting her cunt, enough that he fully expected to be fantasizing about it in and of itself for quite some time. But this is a particularly special reward, the perfect combination of those full lips and those magnificent breasts offering not just the skilled pleasure that she could provide, but an immaculate view as well.

His lips curl into a fond, almost sheepish smile, quivering as she moves his hands to both of her breasts and he feels the soft flesh of her cleavage surrounding him. His cock stands achingly erect, its length allowing its head to remain well within reach of her mouth even as her breasts envelop his shaft. ]

Ha... you see right through me, Manuela.

[ In truth, she was his first fantasy, and she's featured in countless others since then as he's matured. None of them compare to the real thing. ]

And I expect that my fantasies about you will only grow more adventurous going forward.

[ His hands squeeze greedily at her, and for the first time in his life that hasn't involved a weapon, Ferdinand is rough, though not carelessly so. His hips buck forward, slow and steady at first, but there's a force behind them that would make her breasts jiggle and shake with each thrust were he not groping at them so fiercely.

[dated]

Why fantasize when you can have me whenever, however you want?

[ They were bold words, for sure. But — as Ferdinand himself is likely beginning to realize — Manuela is a bold woman, both on and off the stage. The ferocity which which he fucks himself into her cleavage is easily matched by the eagerness of her mouth, parting open for the tip of his cock to plunge into each time he shoved himself forward. Her hands she keeps on his thighs, not to discourage or hold him back, but rather simply to steady herself so the force of his thrusts don't send her toppling back like it threatens to each time.

Yes, he is proving a magnificent lover already, fueling the fire that never really burnt out inside the older woman, despite her years; no, it seems she has just as much energy and vigor to match him, if perhaps even more from the way she so coyly teases him with her words, with the way she looks up at him through her dark lashes. It's no time at all till Ferdinand will feel one of her hands leave his legs, and were he to pay attention (for she is certainly not being discreet about it at all), he'll find its destination right there between her thighs, the lewd, wet sounds of her fingers shoving in and out of her sex soon mingling with his heavy breathing, the wet sound his cock makes every time it pops out of the seal of her lips. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ She has a point, of course. He's so used to pining from afar that it still takes some getting used to the idea that they're a couple. That thought warms his heart and brings a blush to his cheeks, but her particularly skilled mouth quickly makes it impossible for him to think about much of anything at all besides how good it all feels and how much he absolutely needs her. ]

You will make me a very greedy man, Manuela...

[ Not that he expects she minds that. His eyes, though heavy-lidded with pleasure and want, catch the path her hand takes from his thigh down between her legs. He can hear how slick she still is, and for the briefest of moments, he imagines just how divine it will feel when she takes him in.

He hits a particularly pleasurable rhythm, and rivulets of pre trickle down from his slit, spreading along his shaft and in her cleavage. He considers, for a moment, stopping and begging her to ride him, but at this rate, he'd reach his climax the instant she got around him anyway. ]

I'm getting close... so close...

[ His entire body tenses, and his hands shift on her breasts. The heels of his palms keep the soft, heavy flesh squeezed firmly around him, but his thumbs and forefingers focus on tugging on her nipples, giving them firm tweaks and tugs. By the goddess, her body is perfection to him, and he'll make sure she knows it. ]

[dated]

[ They are of a similar mind, it seems, because after his announcement she also considers ordering him stop, to plunge that thick cock of his deep inside where her fingers cannot reach and fill her up so she won't be able to think of anything else for days. But as desperately as her body aches for it, she is somehow able to reason that the cost of stopping now when his handsome face is contorted in such pleasure is far too much than she's willing to pay. She would much rather let him see this through; besides, it isn't as if this way won't have its own rewards. Though he is technically doing most of the work, it would still be quite the reward to feel the force of his release on her chest, her face. Lips parted, she chases after his retreating cock each time with a swipe of her tongue, a dip of her head. Every part of her goads him on, even the quickening pace of her own fingers. ]

Come for me, my dear — show me how much you adore me.

[nobiliteatime]

[ It doesn't take long for Manuela to get her wish. Through a series of repeated murmurs of her name, Ferdinand's vigorous thrusts continue, even as his body quakes and trembles with the beginnings of an orgasm. His cock pulsates between her breasts, and its head swells as her lips and tongue lavish attention upon it. The first volley narrowly misses as he retreats, a stream of milky fluid erupting upward from her cleavage before splattering on her heavenly breasts. His thrusts falter as pleasure wracks every nerve in his body, each throb of his cock adding to the mess that quickly coats the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. ]

Manuela...

[ Hoarse and breathless though his voice may be, her name still comes out like a prayer. Even in this state of overwhelming pleasure, he gazes down at her eyes, his own full of longing. Longing to have her, longing to see her come while proudly wearing his seed. His fingers pinch and tug at her nipples in time with the rocking of her fingers, hoping to enhance whatever pleasure she's getting from fingering herself.

Even as his orgasm starts to wane and his hips slow, he doesn't want her any less than before. ]

[dated]

[ How easy it would have been to come right then and there? Fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping-wet cunt, chest and cleavage covered near-opaque with the seed of a man who could not stop whispering her name like it was gospel itself. His hands were so wonderfully rough on her nipples, too, inarguably one of the more sensitive parts of her. Oh how she could feel it building, too — winding and winding and winding like an overheated coil, ready to snap and spring...

But, no. She clamps her palm around her flushed-pink mound, clenches her thighs tight against any impending orgasm. Rather, she lets him ride his own out, till he's left humping his own spend that's pooled between her breasts. She lifts her hand back from between her legs so she can swipe up some of that come. ]

Mmm, [ she moans around the taste of him mingled with her own taste once those fingers lift to her lips. ] Dear Ferdinand... You've certainly got much to give.

[ But is that all, she wonders? Well, there's only one way to find out.

Carefully, she disengages from him so that she can crawl further up on the cot. Turning onto her hands and knees, she presents her rear to him like they were no more than the animals they've been fucking like thus far. It's clear that Manuela is far from done.

Reaching back, she pulls on one round cheek to bare her cunt to him once more, thighs spread. ]

You know what I want next... Be a good boy and fill me right up, would you?

[ Whether he still remained hard hardly mattered. She clearly had every intent to bring him right back around, even if she had to do so with him nestled deep inside her. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ Ferdinand’s orgasm may have dulled his senses and left him in a heady, breathless state, but it certainly hasn’t sated his appetite. As he watches Manuela settle into position, gracing him with such a tantalizing view, he can already feel the simmering flames of his arousal growing once more. Though his cock aches from having been so thoroughly pleasured already, it aches even worse not to be buried hilt-deep in that wet, gorgeous cunt. ]

Anything for you, my love.

[ Love is certainly what has helped him cast aside his inhibitions and indulge in their mutual desires. But what keeps his cock hard — or, at the very least, hard enough — is sheer desire. Love and lust make for quite the pair of bedfellows.

He climbs onto the cot behind her, mounting it on his knees. One hand keeps a firm hold on his cock, giving it a soft stroke that spreads some of his own seed along his shaft. His other hand takes a firm hold of Manuela’s hip not to steady her, but to steady himself. He guides the head of his cock between her folds, and though it does take him a second or two of blind fumbling to find his way into her, it does mean that the head of his cock gets dragged over the hood of her clit before he starts to press in, sucking in a gasp as the walls of her cunt yield around more and more of his length.

He’s pleasured himself to this very thought, taking her from behind in her infirmary. He never dreamed it would become real, but he intends to make the most of it. ]

[dated]

[ Her chest prickles at the phrase — my love — and it's just fortunate he should soon follow it up with the pressure of his cock pressing in, for Manuela surely would have said or done something quite embarrassing. To think he would be here, this gorgeous and upstart young man, so readily showering her with the praises and attention she's craved for years... It was enough to make a woman weep.

Fortunately, his body is just as distracting. And hers reacts quite eagerly. ]

Ohhhyes, [ she gasps, her words nearly slurring together from how overwhelming it all felt. The push of his cock, so thick and long and hard for her, just for her, alone threatens to throw her right back over the very edge she stood by no more than a few minutes ago. She arches her back, shoving her ass against him even further to draw as much of him in as she can possibly manage. Somehow it is both too much and not enough. The very thought is dizzying, and downright addictive. He speaks of love and so Manuela knows he is hers, but she's certain even if he hadn't, she wouldn't have been capable of letting him go.

Reaching back, she wraps her dainty fingers around one of his wrists, the one whose hand grips tightly at her hip. ]

Fuck yes, my dear, fuck me... [ So much for discretion. So much for reservations. ] Oh, fuck me until my voice grows hoarse!

[nobiliteatime]

[ Such language would normally scandalize Ferdinand, but he's long past the point of being scandalized. Manuela has stripped away every last inhibition he has, and even the crudest words from her mouth make for the most seductive music. In fact, there's even something downright arousing about hearing her say such things, out of passion for him.

He doesn't have long to think about it, though. The way her cunt squeezes around him and her sensuous bottom presses so wantonly into his hips, dragging him deeper inside, makes every nerve in his body feel overwhelmed with pleasure. Goddess, everything about her feels as though they were always meant to join together like this. ]

I want to feel you come around me. [ His own voice is simultaneously soft yet harsh, his throat strained with pleasure in a sharp contrast to its usual smoothness. He's never known pleasure nor arousal to this extent, and it all affects him in ways that he could never have guessed. ] Over and over again.

[ She has a firm grip on one of his hands, but the other is quite free. It likewise reaches around in front of her by the hip, but rather than stopping there, it reaches underneath her and between her legs, with only a little bit of blind probing needed before his first two fingers find the jewel nestled above her slit. He strums it like a harp string, back and forth in graceful, insistent motions as his hips rock into her, the sound of flesh clapping against flesh filling the room along with the sounds of pleasure. ]

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—Oh!

[ How funny, though, that the moment Ferdinand decides he could hear her speak filth for days, is almost the exact moment he steals all her words out of her. That masterful hand of his, wasted on a lance and sword, touching her in a way she'd always prayed to the Goddess a man would: possessive, passionate, doting. Her knees nearly give out beneath her, as no more than a few seconds of that fervent strumming does her second orgasm come crashing over her like a tidal wave. He would feel it as much as hear it in the way her voice breaks, that vice-like squeeze of her cunt around his cock, stalling his otherwise measured thrusts. ]

Yes, yes, yes yes yes yes.

[ A bright, keening mewl, his very own sex kitten, and another delightful arch of her back as the aftershocks leave her trembling. ]

[nobiliteatime]

[ Each time she tightens around him and halts his thrusts, he indulges her, pushing his hips forward as she pulls him in. And though his vocalizations are much less pronounced than hers, there's no hiding the strained, ecstatic groans that leave his throat each time she squeezes him.

The sight before him is one he never would have predicted: the woman he's pined for to progressively intensifying degrees over most of his life, bent over before him and climaxing around his cock, wearing his seed on her chest. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he wants more of her, to touch her in as many places as he possibly can and make her pleasure so complete that she becomes utterly addicted to him.

He leans forward over her back, and the hand on her hip leaves it, bringing hers along for the ride. He cups a hand over one of her breasts, capturing it in his palm as it swings from the force of their thrusts, and squeezes it rather firmly, kneading it into her chest. That he gets some of his own cum on his fingers doesn't bother him, but all the same, he can't help but imagine her cleaning it off for him. ]

Do you want me to come inside of you, Manuela? [ He can only get so close to her ear in this position, but he speaks the words in its direction all the same, as if they're a scandalous secret kept between the two of them. ] Then keep fucking you until you are spent?

[ If anybody could make Ferdinand von Aegir so turned on that he simply forgets all about manners, it's Manuela. ]

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[ With her last orgasm, she had had a bit of reprieve. Ferdinand had been kink enough to give her a breath or two, but with this he is merciless, fucking her through the ripples of pleasure, hips never once slowing down or relenting. Fortunate he's pressed against her, acting as some sort of grounding structure, even as the desire to sink further and further into the cot starts to overwhelm her. ]

Fuck me until you are spent, [ she pants, nearly out of breath but not for a lack of desire. ] I don't plan on letting you go until I've squeezed every last drop out of you.

[ There is little she can do to him like this, in this position. Turning her head, she angles a stare are him so sultry she knows for a fact it would have sent a far more bashful Ferdinand scurrying off to tend to certain bodily matters. ]

Now come inside me, dear Ferdinand. Did I not already tell you I want you to fill me up until I'm leaking your spend?