bakerstreet | You’re the one I want to wake up with first thing in the morning (aka what happens after TFLN).

You’re the one I want to wake up with first thing in the morning (aka what happens after TFLN).

morning after

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( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
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① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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[ His eyes on her just look so awed. Like he's looking at someone so much more than just a fellow member of this army. Almost as if she's already his whole world despite their time together being so, so brief. She leans into his hand, giving his arousal a few slow and sensual strokes in the meantime. ]

I know.

[ A cheerful response to both of those statements before she places another kiss to his shaft. This time her lips parting more to let her tongue trace against him. She lets her eyes fall shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of his skin. ]

Your hands are so warm. It's like there was nowhere on me you didn't want to feel...

[ Her chest, her thighs, even her muscular arms and back that she so often tried to hide by fashionable sleeves and clothes. It's hard to be seen as small and fragile when she swings axes around on the daily and her body so clearly shows it.

Slowly she takes him in her mouth, her head slowly lowering to draw out the hot, wet sensation. Certainly not something a young noblewoman should be doing, but there were reasons why they called these sorts of things Saint Cethleann's loophole. Though mostly, she just happy that Ferdinand's opinion of her hasn't changed since the night before. He still looks at her with that loving gaze and hasn't shoo'd her or cast her aside.

Not that she expected him to, but it's a relief either way. It makes her want to show him just how much they can share. The soft, careful suck that follows is intimate and slow. ]

[ He almost feels guilty. Not because they're having sexual relations before marriage, really, but because she's so giving and generous. Of course, he was plenty generous last night, touching her all over and learning, under her patient but encouraging guidance. But he's not used to being spoiled like this, even outside of a sexual context. For all of his nobility and privilege growing up, he was always eager to learn new skills and fend for herself.

But that adoring look in her eyes reminds him that this is alright. She wants this. She wants to pleasure him, to show him both affection and sensuality.

It's no wonder that he's fallen so completely for her. ]

Hilda...

[ His hips tremble as her lips seal around him, and his legs writhe beneath her, restless in the very best way. His cock swells in her grasp and in her mouth, and a throb can be felt beneath her tongue as it tends to his underside. Desperate to touch her more, he brushes his fingers through her bangs, admiring how soft and smooth they are before cradling her cheek.

His gaze has trouble finding one place to focus. She looks so incredible with her mouth around him, but when she bobs her head upward, he can see a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Over her back, he can see the attractive curve of her buttocks. Her body is a perfect sculpture, muscles and womanly curves shaped in perfect synchrony.

His own body, trim yet with broad shoulders and finely chiseled muscle, doesn't seem like it should fit as well against hers as it does. When they were pressed together, though, it felt like there was no space between them at all. But even as chaste as he's been until now, he's paid meticulous attention to his grooming. All the better for her to tend to his manhood and the plump, smooth balls nestled at his base. ]

You are so good to me, Hilda... so warm and so divine...

[ He bites lightly upon his lower lip, chewing for a moment as his hips wriggle. He's far too much of a gentleman to thrust into her mouth without invitation, but even if he weren't, the pace that she's setting is hitting all the right spots. It makes him all the more determined to return the favor as soon as he can. ]

[ Not enough time for a haircut, but plenty of time to take care of himself. Though she can understand. He hasn't grown a beard through this experience (thankfully) and she can't even be surprised that he gives himself such thorough attention.

Which certainly earns her favor when they're like this. One hand does come to rest on his hip--a silent gesture meant to touch him more, but also to give her the ability to very firmly force it down if he gets too overzealous before she's ready. She's much stronger than she looks, after all. ]

Mmm...

[ The hum around him is about the only acknowledgment she can offer him to his words other than a wink. Her head slowly starts to bob as her fingers stroke the part of him that she hasn't yet tried to tackle. Her painted fingernails glinting thanks to the soft flame flickering from the only candle illuminating them, her thumb tracing lower on each descent to follow the slope of him.

Encouraged by his expression, she pulls back just enough to lick her lips before relaxing to take him further. Shifting her knees to give her enough leverage to carefully try to swallow him down, or at least most of him. ]

[ Though Ferdinand's hips yearn to roll upward, he settles for simply pressing into Hilda's hand, using that firm pressure to ground himself as her mouth and hand offer continued stimulation. Soft gasps, almost helpless sounding, leave his panting lips, a few of them trying but failing to form syllables. His brow furrows as he struggles to keep his eyes open, his cloudy gaze focused on her face as she makes quite the show out of servicing him.

He's finally able to form words again once she pulls back almost to his tip, and his hand yearningly strokes her cheek, finding it a much more appreciative gesture than putting his hand on the back of her head would be. His voice is raspy and strained with pleasure, a far cry from its normal bright and clarion tones. ]

Hilda... I love you—

[ He barely has time to get the words out before they're cut off by a sudden and intense moan as she takes him in even further. Her hand keeps his hips in place, for which he's grateful — if she's already taking in as much as she can, he doesn't want to unintentionally push beyond that — but his back arches upward, and his head tosses backward, eyes rolling behind fluttering eyelids and his mouth hanging open in a wanton moan. His legs writhe and squirm beneath her, and the entire length that she takes in throbs and twitches with arousal.

A bead of pre gathers on his tip, ready to coat his length as it runs down and blends with her saliva. It's not a lot, and he lacks the words to warn her right now, but he's definitely getting closer. He forces his eyes to open so that he can keep an eye on her, but he's coming more and more unwound as she becomes more and more daring. ]

[ Three words make her shiver, but only encourage her to be even more aggressive. Her bobbing head pulls back to softly suck and kiss his tip, her breath slightly labored from her work. The light, salty taste that meets her tongue tells her almost more than his body language.

Her hand starts to stroke him faster, her eyes watching him attentively as she contemplates her next action while also admiring how he squirms. She's not sure what he would like most in this situation, but she doesn't want him to cum on her face so once again she takes him in. Settling deep enough where she can feel his tip just barely pressing against her throat, the hand on his hip cautiously moving to cup his balls instead with a gentle and warm touch. Her thumb lightly tracing along the seam between them.

But she can't let a confession like that go unrewarded. A soft, careful moan escapes her around him. ]

[ It's completely overwhelming. Between how much of him she's taking in, the careful but warm cradling of his balls in her palm, and her thumb touching a spot he didn't even realize was sensitive — perhaps ticklish — he's completely undone, crying out in pleasure. His entire body quivers as his climax washes over him, and he desperately tries to get out a warning, his mouth struggling to find the words.

He doesn't want it to be an unpleasant surprise for her, even in the midst of all this pleasure. Always considerate, even if this time, his consideration is probably unneeded. ]

Hilda... I'm there... I'm...

[ His voice breaks out into a loud groan, one that he has to stifle by bringing his free hand up and scraping his teeth lightly on the side, between the base of his index finger and his thumb. His erection twitches and throbs in Hilda's mouth, and it's by what little willpower he's able to muster that he manages to avoid rocking his hips into her as his balls tighten in her hand and cum erupts from his slit.

The entire world seems to go white around him, and for a moment, his thoughts completely leave him. She had given him some rather satisfying orgasms last night, but this one is particular is almost literally mind-blowing. ]

[ Just when she thinks he's being too loud, he catches himself. While there is a good amount of space between actually occupied rooms, she still wants to be considerate of others. If they were in her room it would be riskier, so she's relieved that they're here.

Feeling him throb in her mouth is so different than just in her hand. His seed spilling in her mouth is obediently swallowed, her head continuing to rise and fall throughout to work him through. Pulling off only when she's sure he's finished, her breath heavy against his swollen tip. ]

Still with me, Ferdinand?

[ Hilda doesn't let go of his cock, but she does move her other hand to rest on his hip as she scoots herself back up to straddle his lap. She's already wet, but for emphasis anyway she presses herself against one of his thighs while she leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]

[ The world slowly comes back into focus as Ferdinand comes down from his high, and his eyes manage to focus on Hilda, looking quite ready for him. Though his cock initially starts to flag, it slowly firms again in front of her mouth. Perhaps it's some underappreciated benefit of his Crest, or maybe he's just been blessed with a very efficient refractory period. Or maybe she just turns him on enough that one orgasm simply isn't enough to bring him down for the count.

It could be all three, really.

He murmurs an incomprehensible syllable into her lips before angling his head to kiss her back. The hand that had been on her cheek weaves its fingers through the hair at the back of her hair, fingertips lovingly kneading and raking her scalp as she settles atop him. He feels something slick where she presses against his thigh, and he shivers in sheer arousal. It's almost as if she's marking him, just as his neck and collarbone area bear more than a few marks of their own. ]

Yes... I believe the room has finally stopped spinning.

[ The hand that he used to quiet his moans — it could potentially be embarrassing if Caspar or Lorenz were to overhear them — reaches out for her thigh, stroking the attractive muscle with firm, slow movements of his hand. What does she intend to do with him now? He really should repay the favor. He wants to repay the favor. But if she would rather just mount him and take advantage of his cock still being hard, he certainly wouldn't say no to that, either. ]

[ When he returns the kiss, she lets it linger for a moment. Enjoying the gentle affection to her hair. It's so appreciative and gentle, much like the gentle and almost featherlight strokes she's giving him. ]

You flatter me. I'm glad you liked it.

[ Said as if she's just accepting any other compliment he's ever given her. A small smile on her lips as she shifts closer, hand holding his cock steady as she angles herself to rock her hips against him. The wet warmth of her folds glides easily against the underside of his arousal, earning a shiver from her.

She doesn't angle him to push inside of her yet, taking the moment to just enjoy how he feels against her with a soft sigh of enjoyment. ]

Mm... Am I being selfish? You're still so hard. I feel a little bad I didn't even ask you before I did it.

[ Selfish? How could she possibly think she's being selfish after giving him what's easily the most intense, pleasurable orgasm of his life? If anything, he's the one that feels selfish, accepting pleasure and able to offer only gestures of affection in return. Of course, he wouldn't let that be the way things stay for long. Even if she exhausts his manhood, he still has fingers and a mouth. But she's being so incredibly giving, indulging desires he hasn't even properly realized he's had, that to him, she might as well be as generous as the Saints themselves.

He lets out a pleased groan as her warm, slick folds slide down his length, leaving it glossy with the evidence of her arousal. First his thigh, now his cock. If she intends to mark him as hers, he has no objections. ]

No... I want you, Hilda. More than I have ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life.

[ His fingers flex and retract through her hair, massaging her scalp as his other hand manages to work its way up her thigh and along her stomach before kneading her breast with an eager palm. He's paid her chest some lip service this morning, but he has yet to actually touch it for her, and given how thoroughly she's already serviced him once, that seems like an injustice is ever there was one. ]

If anything, you are utterly spoiling me.

[ Despite his words, she finds spoiling him and being selfish to mean the same thing. Sure, this had all started because she'd come to comfort him last night, but it was something she'd felt for some time. His late-night confession and the way he cupped her face... A man who had lost so much already and was hesitant to lose anything else.

She doesn't regret leaning in to kiss him or any of the comforts that followed. Both of them needed it--needed each other--and now she just wants to feel him more. To bury home that she didn't just do it because of the situation. So it makes her happy to hear him say it. ]

I'm not used to doing the spoiling.

[ A soft laugh escapes her, but her hips stop their rock against him to lean forward to press her breast further into his palm. ]

Should I be making you do all the work instead?

[ The fact that Hilda is still here, still interested, is all the reassurance that Ferdinand could have ever needed. Not that he would've begrudged her for it had she simply gone through all of this to comfort him, then simply gotten carried away once he kissed her, but she's been far too sincere, far too generous of a lover for him to even think of that as a possibility.

He sits up in the bed, wanting to play a much more active role. The hand not on her breast slips around to her lower back in order to help hold her steady on his lap, but also so that he can grind his hips into her and meet her motions halfway. The hand on her breast kneads firmly for a few seconds, groping the soft, round flesh before his fingers hone in on her nipple. ]

It would certainly be fair. [ His lips quirk into a playful smile, and he watches her face closely to study her reaction to his groping, eager to see how he's doing. ] I do have two ideas, if you are interested in hearing them.

[ They sound so crude and scandalous in his mind, but something tells him Hilda won't judge him too harshly for either one. Both of them do involve his mouth servicing her; it's just a matter of the position she'd prefer. ]

[ The knead of his hand earns a soft sigh, the pressure much better than the first awkward fumbling he'd had the night before. Not that she blamed him, but it was cute to see his jaw drop upon her revealing them to him. His fingers find the soft pink of her nipple only adds to the sensation due to her own arousal. Everything all the more intense in thanks to it.

When he's within range, he earns a kiss. Her arms coming up to wrap around his neck to welcome him closer. ]

Oh, yeah?

[ Another kiss, followed by her letting her head tilt to look at him with a raise of her brows. His cock is slick with her now, thanks to how thorough they've both been. ]

I'm interested. [ What sort of thoughts does Ferdinand von Aegir have swimming in that head of his? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. Her next words come out a little more lustful than she intends, but between the attention to her chest and pussy it's what she can manage. ] Let me hear it.

[ Each kiss is returned eagerly, and Hilda also gets a few gentle ones along her jawline as she wraps her arms around him. This is perfect — the perfect combination of emotional intimacy and physical intimacy. It's everything he ever could have wanted from a partner, and all because he kept falling for her ploys to get him to make tea for her or do her chores for her.

He nuzzles into where her neck meets her shoulder, pressing a few more kisses there between words as he speaks. ]

You could lie down on your back, and I could put my lips all over you... starting at your neck, then working my way down, until I am between your thighs.

[ His fingers adventurously twist her nipples slightly in either direction to accentuate his point, then pinch and tug some more. He still remembers how she reacted when he finally started doing that, and it seemed to earn him a good response. He's hoping for that a second time. ]

Or... [ His cheeks start to burn with a blush, and he briefly gives the bottom of her neck a light nibble. ] ...if you would like, you could simply sit astride my face.

[ It's a scandalous suggestion, and it feels crude of him just to propose it. But she's already awoken desires within him that he didn't even know he had, and she wants to hear them. Far be it from him to withhold them from her. ]

[ To think he'd ever considered something like that. Maybe he's more subservient than he even realizes himself... not that it would ever upset her. He'd been more resistant to her whims than most at first, yet he still fell for her tactics easily in the end. Now she doesn't even have to ask for him to have him already taking over those tasks she doesn't wish to do.

Or quick to have a snack or tea ready for her. The thought of him having a kiss at the ready too makes her happier than she'd like to admit. ]

Oh? [ She giggles, though it's followed by a tense of her body. Instinctive thanks to his pinches and teases. As tempting as the first option is (because it's easier for her), that sort of suggestion coming from him is tempting. To just add on to the list of things she's already done to him. Her fingers run through his hair, adjusting so she can lean forward to whisper against his ear. ] Is that what you'd like? For me to ride your face?

[ There are certainly times when Ferdinand imagines himself taking control of the situation and giving Hilda the thorough, attentive spoiling that she deserves. But there are just as many times when he imagines her taking charge, either to give him pleasure or to take it from him. Sometimes both. He's not sure what that says about his preferences — probably just that he really loves being intimate with her, no matter what they do — but he's glad she likes hearing his desires. Maybe she wasn't expecting him to have such ideas, striving to be the very picture of an upstanding and virtuous noble as he does, but she certainly makes him feel comfortable with sharing them.

The hand on her back slips a little lower, his palm resting on the curve of her rear. A finger and thumb on the other hand continue tweaking and tugging on her nipple. Touching her really is its own reward, especially since she seems to enjoy it so much. ]

Being able to kiss your thighs, taste your wetness on my tongue... [ He tries to ignore the heat spreading across his cheeks, averting his gaze. Luckily, there's plenty of her body for him to look at and admire. ] I love having your fingers in my hair. And... I do not mind you being rough with me.

[ She already feels spoiled. Even the night before when she had gone in to touch him, he'd been so adamant on making sure she enjoyed herself. No awkward, quiet rutting beneath the sheets leaving her used and unsatisfied. Inexperienced, but not willing to let that stop him.

Making her happy felt like a noble cause, held to the same standard as the other things he held to his life. Though it might be nice to make him relax, forcing his focus to be exclusively on her and further push the other problems from his mind. Especially once his gaze pulls from her face to hide his sheepish expression. If he was hard before, she can feel how excited he is now with his cock pressed so warmly against her sex. ]

Lay down.

[ Her arms unwrap from around him, instead leaning back against her palms on the bed while she waits. Her skin is flushed, cheeks almost the shade of her hair. ]

[ As loathe as he is to take his hands off of her, he does exactly that, lightly worrying at his lower lip as he shifts to a comfortable position on his bed. Not just comfortable for him, but one that'll give her plenty of room as she straddles him. There are plenty of pillows by his head, both to provide his head with some support and to help make her comfortable if needed.

She's already felt his erection against her — and taken almost all of it into her mouth and her throat — but with him on his back, it's easily apparent just how turned on he is. His legs spread outward, bending at the knees and perhaps unintentionally granting her a good look at the insides of his rather muscular thighs as well as the plump, round balls hanging beneath his thick, eager shaft.

Unable to help himself, one of his hands wanders over his own erection, brushing against it lightly. His fingers wrap around it loosely, giving it a slow, light stroke. ]

I am ready.

[ He wets his lips subtly with the tip of his tongue, gazing at her with longing, hazy amber eyes. It's hard to pick just one place to let his gaze rest, so instead, his eyes instead look her up and down, appreciating every last inch of her. ]

[ Seeing him touch himself makes her heart flutter, even if she only gets a small glance before she starts to move her way up his body. Taking the time to brush her hands against him. Fingertips tracing along his toned stomach, her palm giving one of his pecs an appreciative squeeze. His shoulders and neck receive equal affection before she gently cups his face with her hand, tracing her thumb over his lip. ]

If it gets to be too much, snap your fingers for me, okay?

[ He's already told her he's ready, so she doesn't ask him once she settles herself over him, her thighs resting on either side of his head. Once she has a sturdy hold of the low headboard, her free hand comes down to spread herself for him to have a look. This sensitive part of her just as pink as the rest of her, with even her clit lightly swollen from her excitement.

She lowers herself slowly, careful not to put all of her weight on him before her hand moves from her sex to thread through his hair. Her arousal was already clear before, but she's not surprised to feel it slick his lips and chin immediately. The sight of him between her thighs earns him a shuddering, pleased inhale. ]

[ His body writhes beneath her thorough touches, back arching upward as she moves further and further up his body. His eyes drift closed as her hands move from his neck up to his face, thoroughly relaxing him, and when he feels the gentle touch of a thumb against his lip, his eyes open again, gazing up at her as he presses a slow kiss to its pad. He looks almost drunk with desire, but he manages to nod in response to her instructions, comprehending them but having no intention of needing to use them.

As she takes her place over him, his hands move to stroke both of her hips, a slight pull helping to guide her to his lips. His gaze falls from her face down along her body, admiring every last one of her curves and muscles, before finally reaching the glistening sex lowering toward his waiting face. Spread, pink petals, a delicate hooded bud nestled atop their crest. Goddess, the anticipation is almost too much.

Thankfully, she doesn't keep him waiting too long. His mouth slowly opens, a yearning tongue greeting her slit as it lands upon him. A muffled hum of satisfaction vibrates against her as he swipes his tongue upward, its tip gathering up some of the arousal not already making a small mess of his face. The taste is pleasant to him, almost strangely so, and he finds himself craning his head upward to get more.

Of course, his tongue isn't nearly as long as his cock or even the shortest of his fingers. Proper penetration isn't likely to happen. But Hilda did an excellent job of guiding him to her clit when he was using his hands to pleasure her last night, and he remembers that lesson well. His tongue flicks upward, swirling around the stiff little nub and stroking its hood.

Far from being uncomfortable, he finds her weight upon him to be quite pleasant. The warmth of soft but muscular thighs is particularly nice around his cheeks, and there's plenty of opportunity to sneak in a breath here and there. Of course, the soothing hand in his hair doesn't hurt either. He feels loved, adored, wanted... and completely at the mercy of whatever pace she'd like to set.

And he's more than up for the challenge. ]

[ In reality she knows that if he wanted it would be easy for him to throw her off if he really needed to. While that's comforting, these things still take some level of grace and care. Her mind already contemplating what she can do for him after in gratitude or apology, depending on how things go.

Her fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue works her over. Tracing against velvety soft flesh with not a shred of nervousness, the sound escaping him earning a shiver as it reverberates against her. For him to be so eager, so pleased to feel and taste her is easily the strongest compliment she's ever received. The attention to her clit gets a rise out of her, hips slowly rocking against his lips and tongue to seek more of that attention. ]

Mm... your mouth is so warm.

[ And she only feels more wet as she relaxes more, increasing the pressure for the both of them. Her grip on the headboard tightens, but it's her hand in his hair that pulls his face into a better angle to rock herself against him. ]

[ His eyelids slowly open at her statement, his amber irises moist and hazy with desire. With a hum of acknowledgement, he flicks a tip deftly across and up and down the hood of her clit before simply stroking it with the full surface of his warm, wet tongue.

She looks so incredible. All of the time, not just at this angle, but this angle is incredible, too.

Part of the advantage of having her up above his shoulders, though, is that he doesn't have to try to disentangle from her just to move one of his hands to where it needs to go. Right now, his hands are tucked beneath her legs to stroke her hips as she rocks, but it's quite a simple matter for one of those hands to withdraw as the other holds rather firmly onto her. That hand then extends a lone finger, its tip stroking around those soft, pink lips nestled against his mouth before working its way into her, his palm facing down toward his chest so that as he tends to her clit on one side, his finger strokes along her front wall. He's fairly certain that's where she liked being touched the most, but as always, he's more than happy to accept her guidance.

He's never felt so wanted, so appreciated before. It's an incredible turn-on, and it makes him even more eager to please. He doesn't even care how messy his face gets in the process as she rocks against him; in fact, there's something unspeakably arousing about it. He finds himself wanting more. ]

[ Rocking her clit against his tongue takes most of her focus as her fingers twist more in his hair. The sensation and pressure while he sounds so pleased is enough to make her bite her lip...

But his finger sliding inside of her makes her moan. How easily it glides inside of her thanks to her arousal, though instinctively it makes her grip him at first. She's worried to hurt him, either his face or his hand so once his knuckle presses against her she shifts. Just enough to make rubbing against the spot inside of her that craves his touch easier. ]

Ferdinand... Another, please.

[ His hair is pulled gently, but firmly with her request. ]

[ The tug on his hair causes him to make another sound in response, and rather than causing him pain, it does the opposite. It helps that Hilda is being considerate, of course, but there's still something undeniably pleasant about having his hair gripped so close to his scalp.

He obliges her request, pulling out his finger so that it can reenter alongside a second. He targets the very same spot as both digits glide through her arousal and past her entrance, stroking attentively with both fingertips rather than simply thrusting his fingers in and out.

His mouth, of course, still has plenty to do. The top of his tongue cradles beneath her clit as his lips close against her skin, the middle of his upper lip perched firmly upon the top of her hood, and he begins suckling upon her, tongue stroking in time with the very subtle bob of his head.

Once more, his eyes open, gazing up along her body at her to make sure he's doing a good job. His gaze is half innocent eagerness and half lust-addled determination, and though she can't see it behind her, his lower body writhes and undulates, his hips rolling up unconsciously as if he were trying to rut against the air itself. ]

[ The second finger stretching her is wonderful, especially as they feel and stroke inside her with careful attention. It isn't as amazing as the sensation of his cock rubbing against it, but it's a wonderful and perfectly enjoyable substitute.

As slick as she knows she is, his fingers only make her hyper-aware of it. Her eyes fall closed as an eager, needy sound escapes her, the hand in his hair gripping tighter as he sucks her clit. It's on instinct that she grinds her hips forward, searching for more of the heat of his mouth. Chasing that wonderful pressure while her thighs start to tremble against the sides of his head. ]

Ah--Ferdinand...!

[ Her stomach twists, the pleasure pooling inside her only stronger from the targeted stimulation. Her desperate, shallow thrusts against his lips and tongue, the invasion of his fingers hooking inside of her--it's all her undoing. To call the orgasm that rolls through her intense is an understatement. It leaves her breath caught in her lungs, her body quivering over him as more of her fluids coat his fingers. Her hand in his hair tighter to hold him in place throughout.

She squirms a moment later, trying to pull away from his lips in favor of his fingers. The sensation of his mouth suddenly far too much... and he would probably like to breathe, too. Her hips lift too just to be sure he has the room. ]

Ferdinand... s-sorry. [ There's an affectionate stroke to his hair before she brushes his bangs from his face. ] Are you alright...?

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