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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[ Those gentle, affectionate touches make Ferdinand's heart flutter. He hasn't needed the reminder, but they just reinforce the fact that this isn't merely the two of them acting on convenient passion. A marriage as full of affection as it is full of passion sounds like perfection to him, and more and more, he's imagining that with Hilda rather than with some faceless ideal of a woman.

One of his hands leaves her breast to reach up and cup her cheek. On its own, it would be an entirely sweet gesture, but his thumb also swipes over her lower lip suggestively. He can still see her using that mouth to pleasure him mere minutes ago in his mind's eye, and he never wants to lose that mental image. ]

Every second I am with you feels as though I am indulging myself.

[ Not that he's complaining. She's making it clear that she likes giving (or, as the case may be, letting him take) as much as she likes to receive. Perhaps that's why the two of them work so well like this. ]

But perhaps I will be just a little selfish... and keep you to myself as much as I can today.

[ He slows his rut between her breasts and shifts down while continuing to straddle her body, planting a hand on the bed beside her to steady himself. He leans in, using the hand he has cupped on her cheek to hold her steady as he presses his lips to hers in a slow, sensual, and undeniably hungry kiss. His lips part for her right away, and the tip of a tongue traces along her lower lip, clearly eager to make its way into her mouth. ]

[ With his thumb to her lips, she presses a kiss to it. Her face is flushed and even without lipstick, her lips are a delightful shade of pink. Every sound coming from the sensation of Ferdinand's cock rubbing so warmly against her adds to her own feelings.

But it's when he starts to shift down that her arms come back up, hooking around his neck as he leans in to kiss her. Her lips part easily, eager to welcome him with a small moan of appreciation. Her legs remain between his for the moment, but as he moves she's happy to try and adjust with him. Their combination of fluids between her breasts earning a shiver from the air in the room as her eyes fall closed. Just enjoying the kiss between them. ]

Mm...

[ The thought of staying in his bed is far from a bad one. She doubts that anyone will come looking for him after the battle the day before, but looking for her is a possibility... Maybe she'll tell Claude she isn't feeling well later.

Unless Lorenz hears something when he walks by the room later. Though that's the last way she wants anyone to know that her casual friendliness with Ferdinand has gotten so much more intense. That despite herself she's let her heart get in the way. ]

[ It's almost inevitable that Lorenz will come check up on Ferdinand at some point, or maybe one of their other comrades formerly from the Empire. He's not Bernadetta — staying in his room all day isn't like him. But considering the last few days he's had, maybe they'll be left alone. He can dream.

Actually, this all feels like a dream. The taste of her tongue on his is sweet, though slightly altered by the remnants of their mingling fluids. It's an interesting reminder of the pleasant start of their day.

One knee lifts and lowers itself between her legs, followed by the other. He gently urges her legs apart as he settles atop her, one hand keeping himself steady as the other slips beneath her neck to knead the back of it with his fingers and thumb. ]

Mmm.

[ He breaks away from the kiss gradually, his eyes slowly drifting open. His lips curl into a warm, gentle smile, the tip of his nose nuzzling hers as a self-indulgent gesture of affection. ]

Are you ready, Hilda? Because I have been ready for you for quite some time.

[ His tone is gentle but playful, accompanied by the light brush of the underside of a stiff cock against her petals as he settles atop her. But the question is a serious one. Just because he's going to be a little selfish doesn't mean he's going to be an inconsiderate lover. ]

[ His weight on her isn't unpleasant. As much muscle and height as he has on her, he's careful to support himself in such a way that he isn't heavy. Though if he relaxed on her she knows she could handle it.

Her fingers run through his hair as she shifts to spread her legs a little further. His cock gliding against her sex earning a soft sigh of anticipation. He's so warm, but after rutting against her breasts his length is even hotter. She can feel herself clench in anticipation, but she wills herself to relax. His sweet gesture helps, earning a smile as she returns the gentle nuzzle before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose instead. ]

I'm ready. Go a little slow at first, okay?

[ His gaze softens at the gentle kiss, and his smile spreads, the soft red returning to his cheeks. Sex on its own would definitely not hold the same sort of appeal if not for these little gestures of fondness and affection. It's a good thing he's madly in love with his partner. ]

Of course. Let me know if you need me to stop, alright?

[ The hand on her cheek has to withdraw so that he can use it to guide his erection, especially since the other is staying planted on the bed to keep himself supported. His tip slowly spreads her open, and he's careful not to push too far too quickly. His cock is a lot bigger than his fingers, so he needs to be gentle.

Though at the same time... she's not made of porcelain. She's strong, one of the strongest people he knows no matter how much she tries to play it down. So, not too gentle. She should know much he wants her. ]

I am madly in love with you, Hilda.

[ Close enough. ]

[ She's less scared of Ferdinand hurting her and more just general discomfort. He is bigger than his fingers (and doubly so for her own), so as he starts to press inside it pulls a moan from her. She's still wet and once he breaches her it only gets easier to feel the way he spreads her open.

It's intense, but that's why just the beginning is slower. It's not like she'd ever had anyone actually inside her until the night before, after all. Plenty of nights spent working her hole with her fingers, opposite hand rubbing her clit to a blissful completion... but it doesn't compare to this feeling. It doesn't compare to Ferdinand. His love confession earns a shiver as her arms tighten around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer for another kiss. Breaking it only to whisper against his lips. ]

I love you, too... [ Followed by a small lift of her hips, trying to take him deeper just a little faster. She wants to see him enjoy her. ] Mm...

[ Her walls accommodate him more easily than he'd expected, but she still fits so snugly around him that it causes him to shudder in delight. Warm slickness surrounds him as he's brought further in by her urging arms, and before his lips meet hers, his eyes roll back slightly, his mouth hanging open in the beginnings of a moan before it's preempted by a kiss.

Before he even realizes it, she's taken him in more or less to the hilt. His arms tuck beneath her to hug her tightly, his weight settling upon her smaller frame but well-distributed. Their bodies have never been closer, which is quite wonderfully fitting, as he's never felt so emotionally fulfilled, either. She loves him... even if this war has taken so much from him, it's also given him something truly wonderful.

His hips begin to slowly roll into her, shifting slightly to try to provide her pelvic mound with some pressure and stimulation as well. Despite his pace, he moves purposefully and firmly, savoring the incredible sensation all around him. ]

Mmm...

[ The tongue that makes its way into her mouth is equally bold, seeking out its counterpart in her mouth. Some part of him is thrilled by the idea of occupying both her mouth and her sex at the same time, though he can't quite out his finger on why. He can think about that later, though, when his mind isn't overwhelmed by such wonderful sensations. ]

[ Pink eyes flutter closed as his mouth overtakes her, tongue eagerly returning his attention. Her moans are swallowed by him just as much as her own mouth takes his hum.

With him inside, she feels so full. As if there isn't another inch inside of her that he can't reach. Hilda has always been petite, but compared to so many of the men here she's considerably smaller. Ferdinand certainly included in that. Yet with her arms around him, she doesn't have any discomfort other than the adjustment of such a large intrusion.

Something she feels getting easier to take with every roll of his hips working her open and she finds she's eager to feel it. To be closer still, even now. The kiss is broken for her to breathe, her head falling back against his sheets. ]

Ferdinand...

[ His name is more of a moan and in the moment she just wants to feel him. ]

[ As Hilda lays her head back, breaking their kiss for air, Ferdinand's eyes open, taking in her beautiful form beneath him. Graceful yet strong, petite yet powerful. She's even more gorgeous when her face is betraying her enjoyment, plump, pink lips forming the shape of his name and gentle eyes glossy with desire.

He starts moving faster, grinding his pelvis into her with more force as it becomes apparent she can handle him. Strong arms keep her body held tight against his, his broad chest pressed firmly against her breasts and producing quite the view of her generous cleavage. And yet, it's her neck that draws his gaze, and that's precisely what he leans in for, lips brushing against the tender skin still bearing some tiny, faded bruises from where he'd marked her last night. ]

You feel incredible.

[ His voice comes out ragged and breathless against her neck, and he punctuates the sentence with an eager nibble, teeth catching a tender patch of skin and claiming it. His tongue roams the skin between nips and soothes it, lips sealing against her to accommodate an occasional suckle.

Deep within her, his cock twitches and throbs. He should start thinking about where he should finish. There's already a risk associated with them making love like this, but if he finishes within her, that risk is even greater. Should he pull out and spill his seed across her stomach or even her chest when the time comes? Or should he stay hilted inside of her, filling her despite the risk, allowing them to continue no matter how messy it gets?

The choice should probably be hers. But both of those mental images appeal to him more than an upright noble like him should ever admit. ]

[ The attention to her neck earns him a sweet, gentle hum of appreciation. Every mark he leaves should be covered by her gorget, but she's positive that anything not covered in the gaps of her clothes are easy fixes with a little makeup. So when his mouth starts to suckle and kiss, she angles herself to encourage him.

His moans of pleasure only amplify her own. Previous thoughts of him between her legs hardly compares to the actual moment. How tightly he's holding her as if she's something so precious he's scared to let go. Her own fingers grip at his shoulders, painted nails just slightly digging into his back as she rolls her hips up to match his in time. Every second making each drive of his cock all the easier.

His compliment makes her walls to briefly squeeze him tighter, her breath hitching at the throb of arousal it sends through her. Even without particular aim his tip drags against all the right spots inside of her, making her tremble. Though it's not enough to completely tip her over that second building peak alone just yet, but it feels just as satisfying. Like their bodies are meant to fit so perfectly together. ]

Harder... [ She barely manages to whisper it out, her mouth finding its way just beside his ear. ] Please...

[ If it's harder she wants, then harder she'll get. Ferdinand grunts with exertion against the patch of tender skin he's lavishing with attention, and his hips crash more forcefully into her. It's not at all like thrusting now — it's more like simply rolling against her in powerful waves, with his cock staying buried inside of her all the while. And it feels amazing.

The slight press of nails against his back causes the vellus hairs on the back of his neck and his arms to stand on edge, and he shivers with a needy, muffled sound. One of the hands tucked beneath her slides down to grip at her bottom, half to indulge his appetite for groping her and half because it feels like the best way to pull her even closer against him, as if such a thing were possible.

His intention is to give her what she wants, making sure his pelvic muscle rubs against her clitoris with every motion, but he's getting close. Goddess, he's getting so close. The pressure is building up inside of him, and that just makes him want to go even harder. She's not made of porcelain. She can take it. She wants it. Those thoughts urge him onward as he gives everything he can, even as his body trembles and quivers and precum leaks into her with every new throb. ]

I'm... I'm g-going to—

[ His voice cuts off with a groan before he can even get the next syllable out. There's enough time for him to pull out and still finish outside of her, but only just barely. ]

[ Every thrust is met with a grind of her hips, desperate for more attention to her clit. With how close they are she isn't sure if it's possible for her to force her hand between them, but she finds it isn't necessary in the end. His hard, steady pace rubbing against her in just the right way. Slowly building the tension inside of her. Only edged on by the strength of his cock and the sensation of him just barely pulling back with each one.

It's different. While it's not the long, impaling thrusts she thought she was craving, it's wonderful. Yet it's his shaky, pleasured warning that again earns a whimper in his ear.

Even with his warning, she doesn't want it to stop. Not yet. Not when the pleasurable tightness inside her earns such an intense buildup. She wants to chase that peak and she knows if she stops him it'll only ruin it. ]

Don't stop. Please-- [ Her legs come to tighten around his waist, above his hips to still give him that leeway. Though with how muscular her legs are it would be difficult for him to pull away entirely. ] --don't stop.

[ It would've taken all of the willpower he had to pause long enough to pull out had she asked him to, but he could've done it. But as soon as the words leave her mouth, he commits, pursuing his own climax alongside hers. He doesn't know if he'll manage it, or at least make it close enough that he can get her off while she's still around his dick, but he's definitely going to try. ]

Hilda... Hilda...

[ He murmurs her name as if offering a prayer to the goddess herself. Hands clutch desperately at her, shoulders and legs trembling as pleasure overwhelms his nerves. A few more hard crashes against her, and he feels that threshold come and go, at which point his mouth opens against her jaw in a silent cry of bliss.

He keeps moving, even as his cum begins to fill her sex. He's already taking up most of the room, though, so some of it ends up coating his own shaft and dripping out of her, leaving slick trails on his balls or her thighs. His eyes drift closed and roll back as it almost feels as if his consciousness is about to fade, but he stays strong, continuing to rock into her for as long as he can.

Leave it to Hilda to blow all expectations out of the water. For a girl who famously tries to set low ones, that's quite an achievement. ]

[ It's impossible to focus on anything else, like her mind has gone completely blank. Nothing but Ferdinand's smell, his colors, the sound of him moving inside her and the feeling of him so overwhelming. She clutches him back just as hard, burying her face into his hair and neck as his orgasm hits him in a bid to try and keep herself quiet.

She knows it immediately. The heat pooling inside of her gives him away just as much as the shakiness of his body. His desperate rocks to feel every bit of her during his release. Chasing every bit of pleasure that he can...

And that's enough to pull her over. The tension that had been building released all at once, her body trembling beneath him as her walls squeeze and throb around him. Feeling impossibly wet as every rock makes it last longer. So intense that she almost forgets to breathe. Which when she finally does only earns a desperate whimper against his neck. ]

[ They've taken quite a risk, Ferdinand realizes somewhere in the logical corner of his brain. Not only does Hilda's reputation stand to potentially be in ruins should they be found out by the wrong person, but there's the possibility that something could happen. Of course he'd take responsibility if that were to happen. Some so-called nobles might be willing to father illegitimate children, but not Ferdinand.

But he wouldn't have even done any of this with Hilda if he wasn't already certain that he'd want to spend the rest of his life with her, to support one another and celebrate one another's victories. And there isn't a doubt in his mind.

His body stills atop hers, his heart pounding and his breathing ragged and heavy. As the latter steadies, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the lower ridge of her ear, just above her earlobe, following the sweet gesture with a gentle nibble and then a second tender kiss to the side of her neck. ]

Mmm... I hope that was to your liking. It certainly was to mine.

[ His arms cling to her, even if only just for a while longer. Eventually, they'll need to clean up, but if that can involve snuggling together in a private bath, that would be wonderful. ]

[ His weight is pleasant. Somehow comforting. Though that's usually her feeling around Ferdinand... Despite how uptight he seemed when they were younger (at least before she bothered to get to know him), she's always felt safe around him. Whether it be because of his occasional advice or how knowledgable he was with horses or spears. Or more recently, his noble duty to step in and protect her on the battlefield. Protecting her so she could protect him in turn.

So even as she wonders if she made a mistake letting him cum inside her (which, admittedly, she is a little nervous over), she trusts him just as much as she liked it. If anything happened, he would be the first there to hold her hand and soothe her. The only difference now being that it wouldn't just be because of some noble cause or as something he 'should' do (or was strong-armed by her family to do).

It'd be something he'd be happy to do. It's a relief even if she's sure that's moving a little fast, but all of this is fast. From when it went from just a small crush to him knowing her so well that she hardly had to say a thing.

So her head turns to press a kiss to his lips before resting their foreheads together as her fast-beating heart settles. A smile on her lips as she keeps holding him, too. Unwilling to pull away just yet. ]

It was perfect.

[ If only sex weren't so messy (or if only the mess would clean itself). Goddess only knows how much his bedding will pay the price for their coupling. It's such a trivial concern compared to everything else, but the fact that he's even able to consider such trivial concerns says a lot about how much she's taken his mind off of his troubles.

Such as knowing that soon enough, he'll be facing former classmates in battle. Hubert. Edelgard. When the time is closer, those thoughts will weigh heavily on him again, but right now, he feels as if an incredible weight has been lifted off of his very soul.

He brings a hand up to stroke her jaw, returning her kiss with one just as affectionate. Then, he's content to simply exist with her, making sure not to let his weight become too much of a burden on her even as he stays completely hilted in her for as long as she'll allow it. ]

I still intend to keep practicing with you. I would hate to get rusty.

[ Said playfully and affectionately, with a coy little smile that's just for her. ]

[ The mess is easily her least favorite part of this experience. Or at least it will be once the afterglow is over. Her hands come up to stroke through his hair, cupping his cheek with one to stroke over it with her thumb. Her legs unhook from his waist, but when she relaxes them she keeps her thighs close against the sides of his.

His comment earns a short little laugh and a raise of her brows. ]

Rusty? Can you really say that when we've just started?

[ Another kiss and blissful contentment. Though she does stroke his cheek again, looking up into his eyes with a slightly more serious expression. Her eyes watching him closely as she speaks, cautiously. ]

... I love you. I mean it. [ But it's softened as she presses their foreheads together again. ] But we can't tell my brother or father yet. Holst would destroy you, you know?

[ She's right, of course. There's a war going on, and although he's been more or less accepted as an ally, he's still a disgraced noble from the Empire. He intends to restore House Aegir, but until then, and until the war is over, he isn't necessarily a prime candidate for marriage for the daughter of a noble family from the Alliance, allied or not. ]

Of course. [ His voice is a little subdued at first, but not for very long. There's reason for him to be happy, too. ] But you love me, and I love you, too. So however long it takes, I am willing to wait.

[ He nuzzles her nose softly, his hand cradling her cheek. Though he's reluctant to do so, now seems like the right time to pull out, and though his body doesn't move away from hers, he still wishes they could have stayed close like that forever. ]

Here... allow me to clean you up. It should do until you're able to get a proper bath.

They'll love you. I know they will... [ To say she feels guilty is a bit of an understatement, but... they both know full well how the life of the nobility goes. She knows, with confidence, that Ferdinand will regain his title and lands while working alongside the Alliance--her father will take well to that. Holst will like him too for his earnest honesty as well as his somewhat brash nature. Clearly someone willing and ready to protect Hilda and her honor.

Though if this selfish, mutual pleasure they shared resulted in anything then Ferdinand would hardly need to be strong-armed into it. That, in and of itself, is a relief. ] But... I'm not going to hide it from anyone here unless you want me to. Well. Except for Claude because I don't think I can hide anything from him even if I tried.

[ Her arms loosen around him to let him pull free, earning a shiver as more of his release drips from her. It's thrilling, but at the same time the thought of it being cleaned up is more than appealing. A bath too, honestly. ]

Sorry about your bed, Ferdinand... I'm not sure if this is better or worse.

[ But she doesn't move, lest she spread anything. Though her hands linger on any part of him that she can reach, wanting to keep that warmth and affection just a little longer. ]

[ Claude probably figured out they would have sex before either of them did. There's no hiding that. Lorenz, on the other hand, probably assumes that they're meeting discreetly, but likely has no idea that things have gone as far as they have. Probably best that it stay that way.

But he doesn't want to hide the fact that they're in love from their friends and allies. First of all, there's a difference between discretion and outright dishonesty, and that's not a line he intends to cross, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Second, if they keep quiet about it, rumors will spread, and those rumors may end up being even more salacious than the truth.

Finally, and most importantly, he's proud that he loves her and that he's loved by her. ]

Mmm... I would not dare hide it. While nobody needs to know the precise details, I will gladly tell the world how utterly taken I am with you.

[ Hilda makes for an exceptional mattress. Ferdinand is also all but certain that if he were to rest his tired, weary head on her lap or anywhere near her chest, he'd be asleep within a minute. Not just because of how soft she is, but because of how warm and soothing her presence is, how the mere scent of her perfume or even her hair products calms him, how a simple kiss to his forehead from her would fill his very soul with warmth.

His arms give her a gentle squeeze as he indulges himself in the closeness for just a few more seconds, then reluctantly lets go of her, pushing himself up from the bed. His gaze wanders along her body as he steadies himself. There's a little bit of a faded, slick mess in the valley between her breasts, but between her thighs? The view makes him blush. And it's probably the deepest blush that's ever made its way onto his face. ]

Ah... w-wait right there. I have a towel we can use to help with the mess.

[ As well as fingers. But he knows he shouldn't be thinking about that right now. ]

[ The thought of climbing back into bed to cuddle and sleep some more is appealing. Especially with how happy she is. Not having to tip-toe and hide around their friends... to be able to just openly hold his hand or arm around the monastery is enough to hold her over. She just hopes it's enough for him, too.

But the way his eyes regard her when he pulls away and the wine red of his cheeks... it brings a different sort of smile to Hilda's face. Her hand slides down between her thighs, just barely brushing against the mess he left to bring it up to lightly circle her sensitive clit. It's mean, she knows, but... he's cute like this. ]

You really made a mess... after you already came once before, too.

[ She'd be surprised by the seductive tone that escapes her, but it comes so naturally that she hardly gives it a second thought. A little giggle escapes her. ]

Were you that pent up?

[ Ferdinand's eyes slowly widen as Hilda's hand slips between her legs, drawing his attention even more to the slick mess dripping out of her. As if to balance it out, his jaw slowly drops as well, his mouth hanging half-open in an expression that easily betrays his awe. She's already satisfied him — twice — so there's no physical reason why he should be feeling the pangs of arousal that her display inspires within him.

That doesn't mean he doesn't feel it.

He shifts a little closer to her on his knees, able to close his mouth only by biting down softly on his lower lip. The cock that's supposed to be spent isn't able to harden as quickly after two orgasms as it was after one, but even in its current state, it starts to swell with arousal, still slick with her juices and what remains from his previous orgasm. Hands rest gently on her knees, and he watches her intently, moved by how completely she checks all of his boxes with such a simple effort. ]

You have that effect on me, it seems. I hope you do not mind.

[ One of his hands trails up the inside of her thigh. Is her intention to try to turn him back on again for another round? Or is she just teasing him? It's hard to say, but if he's already made such a mess, what's a little bit more? ]

[ It's impossible not to smile when Ferdinand looks so hopeless. She's always been proud of her fashion and appearance, but there is certainly something to be said that she can get such a rise out of the other man from just her body alone. Though the sight is much more lewd than she ever thought she'd get to be in the bedroom.

Her finger continues her slow circling, though a moment later it does shift lower to once again toy with the mess he'd left inside her. Two fingertips press inside just slow enough to earn a small sigh of enjoyment from her, only earning another sound as she starts to slowly move the digits in and out of her used sex. ]

Mm... Don't worry, Ferdinand. I like it.

[ His hand on her thigh encourages her to spread them slightly more for him to get a better view. ]

It's nice to see this [ Her fingers push in further, earning a shiver. ] ah--side of you...

[ It's hard for him to say which is warmer right now: the heat on his cheeks, or the heat building up inside of him. He's always strived to be the very epitome of a proper noble, keeping what urges he felt repressed or only addressing them behind a closed door, when nobody else would ever find out about it. But with Hilda, he feels as though he doesn't need to do that for her sake. He still wants to show her the proper respect, but she doesn't expect him to be on his best behavior.

It's very freeing.

As she slips her fingers into herself, he lets out a rather revealing groan of approval. He's found that, though he'd much rather do the job himself, he loves it when Hilda is feeling pleasure no matter how that comes to be. And this is no exception. ]

I was afraid you might think me some sort of scoundrel at first. [ He leans in over her, using one arm to keep himself supported next to her as the other reaches in to caress her cheek. His thumb traces her lower lip, and a cascade of unfocused, lewd mental images flutter through his mind as he thinks many of the different ways in which they could enjoy one another, even ideas he's never considered before. ] That perhaps you might be offended by just how much I long to feel you around me... touch you all over... overwhelm you with pleasure. So... I am very glad.

[ He can feel the erection between his legs hardening, hanging down toward her as if directed at the source of his insatiable arousal. Goddess, grant him strength... even if his body gives out, he doesn't want her to stop feeling pleasure until she's completely and utterly satisfied. ]

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