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Nothing I wouldn't give

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As it goes in most smut memes, you're about to have sex. Not very novel. What may be is, despite your usual approach to intimacy, you're going to take things slowly. You're being completely attentive...and almost reverent in your ministrations. This could come with some gentleness, of course, yet whether your reverence for your partner comes from love, respect, deep interest, fear, awe, or even an attempt to get a rise out of them, one thing is for sure: your focus is on your lover and only them. It very well could be that even your own pleasure isn't a factor.

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Literal Worship: To you, they are literally a type of deity you must pay homage to with your very essence.

Body Worship: Every part of their body is worthy of your attention.

Loving Reverence: Your desire to please comes from your love from them.

Baby I'm Amazed: Really, they're awe-inspiring. Maybe you've never been with someone quite like them, or they could just be that damn extraordinary.

Scientific: To you, this is scientific, because their body or their kind is interesting to you in some fashion. Experiments such as this must be treated with care, less the data be unreliable.

First Time: A first time is always worth taking in, never rushing or skimping.

Passion: Usually, people are scared off by your...passion. This person isn't, and that alone gets your motor going.

Don't Want to Hurt You: You have to be careful because you're very capable of hurting your lover. Actually, their fragility is intriguing to you. How do they not break?

Only One in the World: When you two come together, it's like there's no one else in the world. To be quite frank, you may want them to never think of anyone else, and you'll bring them as much pleasure as it takes for them to forget.

What Makes You Beautiful: There's one feature or body part you just can't get enough of on your lover, and its easy to turn your attention towards that.

False Reverence: You just want something from them or want to humiliate them. Pretending like you truly care is the best bet.

That Special Exception: You're never caring, respectful, or gentle...except with them.

Bring You to the Edge: How you feel doesn't matter. You simply want to keep bringing them to that pinnacle.

Mutual Respect: You've been with them forever, so you truly revere them as a person and know what they can do to you.

Haven't Had It for a While: They say you never know a good thing 'til it's gone. Sex qualifies, so you'll never take it for granted.

Port in the Storm: They're the only person you can go to for comfort. You want to treat them well. Enough said.

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"No, that's not-" She shook her head, still not having released her hold on him. Which was most accurately on his shirt sleeves, which were held in tight fisted death grips. How did she explain it without seeming like an untried filly?

The answer was, there wasn't, because that is exactly what she was. Untried and young, skittish and over excited, and she just wanted it to go well. She wasn't breathing enough, with nerves and excitement. The smell of blood and wine still buzzing in her head, broken glass under her boots.

"I really haven't ever done this before. Not even a little." Honesty is good. She rarely gets in trouble- No never mind. She won't finish that thought. "I'm...nervous. I want to do this right." She doesn't want him to regret his choice. Coming off of a long spell of chastity, only to take an unsatisfying wreck of a girl into his bed is not how she would like him to look back on this experience.

More actually, his dress coat, Gyula was almost never in anything less than his full suit. At least he wasn't wearing his cape. That's reserved for outside. He didn't seem bothered by her fisting his clothes, no he was attentive to her, listening to what she said.

He smiled, one of those rare charming smiles that could light up a room if he let the dark cloud move from over his head. "Stop worrying so much. That is the first thing. Come, come. Follow me. If we do this, then lets do it right." He moved a hand up from her hips holding it to her. "Let's make it a night you will remember all of your days. Do not worry, I know what I am doing, I can teach you. Just trust in me."

That smile made her stop breathing for a moment. Gyula was beautiful, but his smile was incredible, moreso for it's rarity. It took her a moment to recover from the sight of it being turned on her, but finally she put her hand in his, the other running through her hair haphazardly. Always fidgety. Too full of energy.

"I trust you, Gyula."

Syeira meant it too. There was a weight of finality to her words, certainty beyond contestation. Once she trusted, that was it. She could see betrayal unfolding right in front of her eyes, and she would trust up until the very last moment. And even then, sometimes beyond.

He started to lead her out of the room, down one of the vastly dectorated halls. For how poor Pest is, just some of the decorations in his house could likely feed the poor for a long while, but he no longer cared about the masses not after what they did. While, yes his room was on the next floor that was not where he was leading her, but to another unoccupied room.

"Good, trust in me, I will take care of you." He spoke, though the words made his heart ache. Maria had trusted him to, and look what that got her. He's never let that happen to Syeira.

Well, she wasn't a normal human, like his wife was. The danger was less in if the towns people could harm her, but more if they pushed her into harming them. She wouldn't want to, but she wouldn't allow people to just do whatever they wanted to her out of fear.

As they stepped into the room, she looked up at him, her expression still holding uncertainty, but also a sense of determination and care.

"You don't need to take care of me. Just...teach me." It's the best way should think of to ask for him to not be so careful, so kind. She appreciated it, but it was only serving to make the stakes feel ever higher. If this was a lesson, if there were clear check points of what she ought to know, how she ought to do it, it would be easier. She was an excellent student.

Like every other room this room was elegant as well, and finally he let go of her hands rolling his shoulders just right to slip his jacket off. Still many layers remained but it was a start, draping it over a chair he pushed the door shut.

"Alright, well, first rule. Follow your instincts, your body knows what to do even if you worry you do not. If you want to do something, do it. I will not get offended." he made sure to add, reaching out to place both hands on her side. "And know, there is always a possibility of pain." Explaining things took some of the thrill out, but that was fine, after 10 years, well, he was a very patient man. He would wait for her to be comfortable. Good things come to those who wait.

"Come now, kiss me. However you wish." He spoke like a command, to try and get her to do as she wanted.

She made a half snort kind of laugh, when he mentioned pain. She was tortured by an insane mage once into nearly losing her mind, and then he took her soul. She had a handle on pain. But um, that was a very unattractive noise she just made, and she clears her throat.

"I'm um, I'm all right with a little pain."

So saying, she put her hands back on his arms, feeling the fabric of the sleeves between her fingers. Soft and fine, like everything of his. It was one of the layers of intimidation. She was very rough and common. She never considered herself anything but that, even knowing her lineage was directly divine. She never felt like a divinity. Hers was a hard life, sleeping on the ground more often than she had in a bed was more normal than fine silk shirts under her finger tips.

He could do so much better than her, even for a little affair that promised nothing more than a little release, and nothing less than a gigantic pain in the ass, with her constant hesitations and floundering. She turns her green eyes up to his, her cheeks again going a little pink as she gives him an abashed little smile.

"I've slain every kind of monster imaginable. Demons, dragons, wraiths, things touched by the Far Realm. You'd think a little kiss would be nothing." It was almost as if she were talking more at herself than to him. Perhaps the scolding helped though, because she leaned into him then, lifting up to touch her lips to his.

It wasn't quite shy, but certainly unsure. She tests just a light brushing of lips, feeling his breath, the warmth of his skin so close to hers. Of course, she again forgot to close her eyes, though they were half-lidded, not nearly so razor focused on the aspects of what was happening.

He knew she knew pain, it was half of what they had talked about over her time here. He would often ask about her home and the things she's gone through. She was such a kind soul for one whose had such pain. Things he could never be even if he wanted to.

"I will still do my best to make it as easy as I can." He responded low, from this point until he felt otherwise he ceased to speak. Watching her every move like she was the most fascinating person he's seen in some time.

As time had past he had moved from Crape to silk, still black, still in mourning. He doubted he would ever shed the black fully. At least this fabric was not so harsh, it was soft and delicate and showed the level of his class.

As she felt the silk and started speaking he moved his hands just enough to reach up and remove the pin holding his cravat in place, the silk and lace about his neck tumbling loose, aside from what was tucked into the waist coat. The pin slipped into one of his pockets The cuff-links would be a little harder, but they had time. He had all the time in the world in his mind, he didn't mind her floundering at all, if he had he wouldn't have asked someone pure to bed.

Her words were greeted with another soft look, he leaned in just a bit to return he kiss, making himself stay slow so she could build her confidence, his hands moving back to her sides to hold her close silent encouragement. He had been ignoring his bodies desires for a decade now, what was a little more time?

Pure. She would be highly confused, if she could hear his thoughts. In her perspective she had never been pure. Untried perhaps, but never innocent, never pure. That was stolen from her at conception.

The opened cravat seemed like an invitation, which she decided she should take, if things were to... progress. One hand lifted to slip around his neck. Her fingers tangled into his dark curls. It was an offer for the kiss to become more, and to accommodate that, she had to ease closer, lift herself up a little higher.

It put her mouth more fully to his, her body more completely in his arms. She kept her mouth soft, pliant, trying to mimic what he had done in the parlor room. It wasn't a bad effort, but the sense of hesitancy was still there, unsure of how to move beyond delicacy without a guide.

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Their ideas of pure would never link up, blaming her for her father's blood was like blaming him for being a Methuselah, pointless and out of their hands.

When her fingrs worked up past his neck into his hair, he tilted his head just a bit to give a better angle to the kiss, to carefully guide her along, when she tried to reenact what he did in the parlor, that was when he broke the kiss, a finger going under her chin to lift her face, he was mere inches from her face and was giving her a rather smoldering look.

"Close your eyes, and feel." He spoke low, finally descending back down, the other arm, around her waist pulled her flush against him. No denying his desire for her with their bodies this close, he wanted to met that worry away, make sure she knew he would help her and that yes, a thousand times yes he did want her.

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She thought she might burn up under the look he gave her, but it was only the beginning. When he pulled her body against his, she gasped into his mouth. Oh sweet Waukeen, she'd never been in this kind of embrace before. She tensed for only a moment, from excitement, thrill, and a splash of terror of that which is new. But she could stop of she wanted, that was certain, so she eased down to the more normal level of tension she'd had before.

She obeyed him, closing her eyes, and tried only to feel. She could certainly feel many things, and one of them was physical and she decided to ignore it roundly for now. And wasn't ready to acknowledge his wanting of her in its anatomical expression, else her head might explode. Start at the top and work her way down, that was the way to do it, if she was going to do it at all.

But gods, what would she do when he started taking his clothes off? She'd just put that thought off for later. Or she'd certainly try. Kiss now, blush and stammer later.

Gyula had ceased being shy about such things ages ago, he was spoiled in many ways and when he wanted something he would have it, well things possible to have anyway. So while she was panicking he was plotting. How to shed the layers and get them to the bed without scaring her away.

The first step wasn't even planned, soft noise escaped him in the kiss, not a moan but more of a pleasant sigh, it had been so long since he had someone this close. Taking a step back with the arm still around her like a vice grip to move her with him he didn't dare break the kiss, as his other hand moved from her chin, softly brushing down her neck, and chest back down to her hips. Trying to make her burn, but a slow burn.

Scaring her off would actually be difficult. Syeira rarely ever backed out from anything. Her way out was often to go through, and this wasn't a thing she wanted to avoid. On the contrary, the idea was alluring, to be with someone like this. To give herself, and finally know what it was like. She was nervous, not unwilling.

The sound he made distracted her, in a good way. He was pleased? Was she doing well? Even perhaps, passably? Giddy with the perceived pause, she just moved with him when he did, smooth and intuitive. She was a skilled dancer, though it had never come up between them, and was used to moving in time with others.

She only hitched a little when his hand goddess down her body. Particularly, when it ghosted over her chest. The rich didn't linger, but it had the desired effect. Her mind raced; where would he touch her? What would it feel like? She wanted to know. That was absolutely certain.

Gyula knew of her ways, but this wasn't slaying a beast of terror, but one of promised ecstasy, to make her drown in desire, and leave a mark no future lover could compare to. To make sure her first time would be looked back with wistful sighs. He knew how to do this, and the peices were already falling into place.

The way she froze when he ghosted his nails over her chest made him smirk into the kiss, moving the hand up just as slow, to grope her chest through the fabric.

Moving them back more, he knew they were near enough to the bed, the hand on her chest trailed down again to the hem of her shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up. He hated how she dressed but never said it aloud.this once he was glad, it would make stripping her easier.

She had politely declined his offer of his late wife's dresses. They were too puffy, too much fabric. And she didn't feel right with the idea of wearing them. And in that moment, she was glad of it. She wasn't wearing a reminder of another woman. It was only herself, and it helped her accept his wanting her.

And not being bogged down by layers was also nice. Syeira came from a world where the corset hadn't been invented. Yes, dresses and shirts had binding laces, but no complex underclothes. So what his hand laid over was nothing but her and thinnest, rough cloth. It drew a sound from her, something that might have been a squeak were their lips not locked together. And though her face flushed with warmth, she didn't pull away. It was a mark of her determination that she wouldn't pull back, even when she felt his touch on utterly virgin skin. She might have trembled a bit, but no, she would not let her nerves interfere. She wanted this.

He only needed to be told no once from her to not push it. Despite how he felt about her style of dress he said nothing after the first offer.

Had he not been so focused on her he might have pondered offering to have something nicer made for her, silk would do wonders against her skin. Thoughts for another day. The noise made him let an amused noise slip free in return, The hand that was under her shirt moved up more. His moved up enough that he finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers.

"Sit." His voice low, having backed them up to the bed. He really hadnt wanted to break the kiss yet, but he knew he would get to taste those lips more in a momement. Some layers needed to go first.

He was laughing at her, but she couldn't hold it against him. Not when his hand was creeping up her skin.

When he broke the kiss, she panted for breath, and it was easy to obey his soft command. She sank down on the side of the bed, almost grateful to not have to try and stand.

When she sat he slipped his shoes off without actually uniting them, the fancy dress shoes simply left where they were as he moved closer to her, his fingers working up the waist coat, slipping it off he placed it aside. his sleeves undone next. It was strange for him to be in such a state of undress infront of another but he knew it would make things easier.

"You are beautiful." He spoke as he reached out to seize one of her legs, to get her boots off.

She took slow, purposeful breaths, while he took off layers of his own clothes. She was half way to crimson by the time he was going for her boot, but it was his comment that caused her to finch.

"You doing have to say that." It's not shyness, but something sadder, with a taste of self-loathing. While she's not unaware of the fact she's half-elven and all godspawn, she never felt deserving of such praise.

"I know, I don't say things that are pointless. You should know well enough." His silvery eyes locked on hers as the first boot hit the ground, and he moved to the next.

"It is true to me, and I feel you should hear it. You are beautiful. From the crimson of your hair, to the pale of your skin. The way your smile lights up a room." Second boot dropped, as he stepped against the bed still standing, just between her legs. "Undo my buttons." He gave the slightest command to try and not let her panic to much.

She bit at her lower lip to keep herself from arguing. She knew him well enough to know it would be futile to do so. So she swallowed the flattery, and felt as though her blush went down to her toes.

At least her color was appropriate for his next order. She blinked up at him, stared for a moment before she found her voice.

"You're to tall like this." Because certainly he meant his shirt buttons. She'd only be able to reach half of them with her sitting and him standing.

"The lady doth protest to much." He teased a bit. A light smile appearing again as he reached down to undo his belt, his knuckles brushing her thighs as he does. He's doing it on purpose. The metal left to hang as he put both hands on the bed now, on either side of his hips and leaned closer so his eyes were level with hers.

"Is this better for you?" He asked his voice a touch lower, like honey added to his tone. He tilted his head to the side and leaned closer, another soft kiss planted on her neck. "The buttons, my dear Syeira."

Her eyes went wide as saucers, unable to take them off his hands opening his belt. Did she breathe? Her heart pounded in her chest, as he moved over her. She swallowed hard, summoning her voice back from wherever he'd banished it.

"You're enjoying this. Teasing me." At least she could call him on it, even if she couldn't -or wouldn't- do anything about it.

Except, you know, lifting her hands to undo those buttons. Like he told her to.

Even after ten years, he hadn't lost his touch it seemed. He placed another light kiss against her neck, the same spot, and fought not to chuckle.

"Oh, I am, but you to are enjoying it, aren't you?" This time instead of kissing that spot just under her ear, he brushed his fangs over that main artery. He was no stranger to raw blood, he drank from people often enough even if he didn't care for the raw taste. Something told him, with all of her adventures she would enjoy it. "Now, push the shirt away." He ordered.

She felt like she was in mid-battle, and spinning in circles all at once. So, yeah, she was enjoying herself. More than she thought she might, and she was still nearly dressed!

She slid her hands under the top of the shirt and pushed it back. And air rushed from her. It wasn't a perfect angle but still, this was her first shirtless male.... That had his lips against her neck.

"Oh sweet Waukeen, yes." It was barely louder than a whisper, but he was more than close enough to hear her husky exclamation.

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