Edreina was... A freak. Obviously, she wasn't the sweet girl he pictured her to be, she was a dirty girl. A girl who knew what she wanted, had no problem with doubting herself, and no guilt. Well, so far it seemed like a man had to pull the right levers, and she would open up like a tavern. She was delightful, cute, and sexy packed in one. Just on her own level, not something he hadn't seen before, but not something that would bore him. She was just the right amount of woman, complying with his motions and moves like they were having a conversation, a simple conversation where the language was bodily contact. He appreciated her cooperation, although judging from her position and reactions, it seemed like she was just helping herself. The way she moved in tune with him, giving him time to register her actions, it was a nice vibe. And by the time he leaned back with his smile, it seemed that his movements registered good enough, and he succeeded in warming her up.
Of course, he didn't like to let women get behind the reigns of control, but she was off to a good start. So he would let her have her fun, let her have her little form of womanhood, and prove to herself that she was mighty. That she could tame the beast, known as Kisetukai. But the time for self ranting was over with, this woman was moving, and he wanted to see what exactly she was bringing to the table. Because even the great Kisetukai, cared.
Instantly, she brought her hand to his chest, who would've guessed. He had already observed that she had some fascination for a good body, perhaps her people really didn't have such... Physique. Weird, judging that they were a town of swimmers, wouldn't their abs be awesome? You never knew these things, because foreigners were always weird, so he just shrugged it off. Especially, as her hand glid up on his body, finding it's way to his shoulder. That right hand of her's... Formed questions, lots of questions. Her head silently descended onto him, her lips going straight to the center... Well, they were supposed to, he had seen her purse them before she lowered her head, he could even feel her breath. A quick raise of his body in sit up position to check, just to see if everything with the woman was ok. Because he could feel something, like something less than what he expected. Well... I thought she was gonna- "Gyah!" A small groan forced out of his mouth and between his teeth, as his head slammed back down, his grip on life loosening. He felt a shock emanate from his chest, right in the center and then explode to the ends of him. Eventually sparking his manhood... Just a bit.
While his head hit the ground a bit roughly, he was already in a bit of a daze, losing himself already. Really? Because of a simple kiss to the damn chest? From this point, he wouldn't allow her to take control, he wouldn't allow her to make him elicit sounds. Because one was enough, more than enough. But that wasn't an option, because she had moves, a plan, and a mind. Apparently, she was far from what he labeled her as, and also apparently he wasn't a master observer, he had much to learn. Finally, his will was being shed, as she began to scale him. Kisses and bites, nibbling off at his soul, she was destroying him. It had gotten so bad, he felt himself slowly trying to crawl back, but her speed caught onto him. Until she finally made it to his ear, leaving him as almost a broken man in a shell, trying to keep quiet by keeping silent.
He was basically on the edge, so yes, this girl was a good kisser. He liked that, no, he loved it. It was nice to have a partner who was skilled, but with a nice foreigner... It was amazing. This was why he loved foreign women, they brought new stuff to the table, and always taught him in the process. But this, this was new. This was more than a learning experience. It was like he was going to learn something. He could tell, as he heard a sound of breath, ringing to him. Edreina had a nice voice, so this was just growing more attractive by the moment. He enjoyed all of her movements, but then she uh... She took it too far. She jumped to a whole knew level. Yes, he knew she wanted it, but... It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not like this. He was supposed to start it up, but it seemed that she had plans, as her hips jammed forward, mashing violently into his. But that was only the beginning, it was her flex that caught him off guard. It was so... New and different. He had never felt a woman do something like that, and that's exactly why he loved foreigners. But he couldn't hide it, she caught him off guard. "Whoa..." He said quickly, out of breath. He moaned, slightly, trying to hide it with a manly groan. His eyes closing and then opening weakly, looking past ember hair and into the sky, she spoke to him in his ear. Damn woman, she must've planned for this.
"Why should I beg? Why should I tell you how badly I want you... need you... Right here... right now..."
Damn. Damn. Dayum! She knew exactly what she was doing, her words coming out and oozing like honey into his ear, but stinging like a thousand arrows. Those damn swimming muscles in body, they had to be responsible for this, that was the only explanation that was reasonable to him. With that being thought, he still succumbed to her coaxing him, letting out another fake groan masking a true moan. It felt good, probably one of the best, but he wasn't going to let her know. He couldn't. But she wasn't taking it easy on him, she wasn't, and it wouldn't be fair if she kept this up.
"Besides, you seem to be in more dire need than I..."
How did she know? How could she tell that she was starting to have... Effects on the young man. He could feel blood pumping past his shorts, flowing to his manhood, and crying to be set free. His phallus... Swelling and whining as always, it was becoming bigger than his head, thinking ego wise of course. But even worse, she flexed again, and he completely lost it. His hands flying back up to the frontside of her thighs to be blunt, and squeezing for dear life as an outlet. He cried as he flexes a bit himself, toes curling like crazy, why wasn't he wearing shoes?! And no groan this time, just slight animalistic breathing and pants. But soon his torture was over, as she rose up, flying past him and leaving him be. He looked up at her peacefully, his hands had retreated like a little girl, his palms facing the sky high above his head. He found her hands sliding down his chest again, except this time she would be able to feel his heart beating frantically, and his muscles vibrating from shock.
He looked a bit fearful, his face showed that he was wondering what would come next from the girl, what exactly she was planning. Her hand felt deadly, toxic but like a drug he crazily craved, as it slid down his chest. One rose to her hair, moving it with ease, results from dealing with it for years. It began to cling and get stringy, but apparently it still looked good, well at least that's what the guy downstairs said. But either way it went, he loved the way she looked. Period. Her other hand was busy stopping at his waist, stopping where his shorts began, her look playful and soft in his eyes. As she licked her lips, successfully ending her onslaught, all he could do was breathe. Breathe in deeply and slowly, just a long breath, enough to make sure that he was good. Because that, was truly in itself, amazing. Something that good, a feeling that good, deserved thanks in a way. Because he was literally having to guess what was going to come next, so far it looked like she was gonna use her mouth, or perhaps that was another form of teasing. Bottom line though, he really wanted to show her.
So he rose up, in sit up position, quickly pecking her on the lips. That kiss was just a simple thank you, as he pulled his legs in, and then rose up so that he sat on his toes and knees. Looking to his left, more or less into the river, he spoke out loud as he tried to calm the situation. "Edreina... That was uh... Nice. But let's try to take it easy on the teasing ok? That crap hurts heheh." He chuckled and gave her a chance for a comeback, he knew something cute would pop out of her mouth, with relative ease. "Well, I uh... I think your all warmed up now, so... Yeah, I guess we should.." He trailed off a bit, beginning to think about what she said earlier, about lessons and stuff. Sure it was a bad time, a very bad time to be thinking of such things, but he couldn't stop. Because she was right, in a way, he was a fool. Random sex with strangers he just met, always venturing into these damn woods even though they threatened his life, and all the thoughts of Rhysol coming for him. It all began to catch up to him, and now he was thinking about it.
He decided that he was a fool, in many ways, very many ways. When it came to following Sylir, the slain god, he still didn't give a damn. He followed him blindly, and would do anything for him, because just his image kept him from committing true suicide. He looked off, totally rocked for about eight seconds, perfectly still as his brown began to get anymore murky. He turned to face her, with a small smile, so weak and faint it counted as a neutral expression. "Maybe I should just stop talking... And just show you what's on my mind. That way it would be easier for you to help me..." With that being said, it was confirmed, the boy would be into this now. He was surely interesting in this, at first it was just simple urges, but now added flare. And if he pulled this off right, then it would be a golden experience for the both of them, especially Kise. Because he was going in.
He noticed his shorts were a bit lower, crafty bastard, lower than they were originally of course. His hips felt the breeze, the nice summertime breeze rolling the mist out of the water. He leaned forward, his massive hands going to work, as they planted on the outside of her shoulders. He pulled her in just a bit, to meet her halfway, as he pushed his head forwards. His lips met her's like a shy boy, lightly placing her bottom lip in between his lips. He pulled away a centimeter, and then came back, this time just a bit more force, placing her bottom lip in his mouth. As much as he could suck up, but it stopped at his teeth which were closed, cramping her lip in the little space in his mouth. He just massaged it a bit between his big lips, rubbing his back and forth at lightning speed, humming with the crispy bass in his voice at a very low level. Releasing his muscle tension, he slowly pulled back and up, letting her lip be exposed back to the air and flick. He then came back, tilting his head to the left, so that his chin was facing his right.
This position was too good, and he was happy his hands were going to work, because he needed them. From the shoulders, they had traveled down, alongside her armpits and then rib cage. But what she was wearing, felt odd. It felt like she had hurt herself, or like she had some scars she wanted to hide? Either way, judging from the bust, she wasn't hiding anything worth exposing. So his hands kept cruising, until the squeezed their way to that ass, again to be blunt. This squeeze was rough, and more for his pleasure, as he squeeze and shook to test for dexterity. It was new, just like her skin, and radiated youthfulness. Then he began to wonder... Does her ass have freckles?... Seriously, that would be cute as hell! A perverse thought here or there kept the manhood perky, as if Edreina wasn't doing that already, but so far this was just foreplay. So his hands finally lowered just a bit, deciding to come back to that later, as they stopped at her high back thighs. He raised her up, literally if that couldn't be taken as literal, by gripping her thighs tightly like sticks.
He raised her body to him, putting him in the middle of her legs, sliding his left hand back up to her waist to brace himself for her. His right hand smoothed back, rubbing down her leg to guide her to wrapping it around his waist, he jiggled her waist a bit hoping she would follow suit with her right leg. Now that the setting up was done, he wanted to get to work, because his mouth was definitely ready. Of course his motions were smooth and fluid, but he wanted to slow it down just a bit, but still go his own pace. For he was still on his knees and toes, so he was focusing on a lot of things, plus this exercise was becoming a workout in itself. His left hand slid up her back, under her arm, as his glided up the back of he head. His fingers forming a stiff high five, he raked her hair between the webbings on his fingers, until he reached the base of her hair. He then pulled it, literally attempting to palm her head with a handful of hair, it was easy to see he was proud of his size.
His head still tilted to the left, he couldn't resist the urges, and his tongue flushed in. Doing the same as last time, lightly flicking the tip of her's, except it would feel different this time for many reasons. First he was at an angle with his head being tilted, second he wasn't just planning one flick, more like three. And finally, Edreina had the position advantage, so she had leeway. Literally, because he was on his knees, he was holding her up suspended in the air. And of course this was anything but quiet, he was always a talker, no matter how hard he tried not to be. And although he said he would show her, he had a plan, and a bit of communication was needed. As he pulled back from her mouth, his hands switched position, with his favorite spots, or at least some. His right gripped the curve known as her lower back once again, right before her hips, as his left hand fell flat on the middle of her back right under where her linen was tied. He pulled off slowly, looking up at her as high as his eyes could go, until he decided it was time to really start the crucial part.
He rose up, jumping off of the ground from his knees, years of training and meditation and sexual practice of course. As he rose up, he twirled a bit in a counter clockwise move, about a whole one eighty. Know he was gripping her ass, again to be blunt, with relative ease. As she held her legs around him, she be pushed a bit to where she was probably an inch or two higher than him, and if she wanted to she could look over his shoulder and see the rushing river behind him. "I want you to remember this just a bit, hopefully when your swimming you can... I don't know. Remember me or something. Although, from here I want to give you a bit of advice, you might want to grip my shoulder tightly. Because soon... Your gonna need something to... Well you'll see." He said smile, as he leaned in and planted another quick kiss, these were becoming natural now weren't they? Truthfully though, he didn't bring her to the river for some sappy moment, he brought her there because the river was loud. The river itself was louder than anything, and couldn't lose in a noise volume match to a girls screams of pleasure... Period.
He then began working, all motions having several consequences, his goal was to get things done. So he raised her up, because in his time talking his hands had slid back down to her soft midsection, between her waist and ribs. Of course his right gloved hand wasn't soft, with that rough grip it had, no choice he would have to lose it. Bringing his right up to his mouth quickly, while raising his right knee up under her for support, he did the same with his right glove as earlier with his left. Quickly letting it drop on his left side, it would soon meet up with his other glove. In this little bit of time, he did notice a lot. She had scars, definitely, and she had a damn tattoo. How could he have missed such ink workings? Truly not a master observer. Now that he had saw it though, it wasn't a bad things, it was just a skinny scar on her throat. Nothing too bad, anything else would have been took for tanning. So he decided to move on, but he would have to check for more, she might have been a scarred girl. So he kept his hands on her midsection, and then he raised her, like she was some toy. As long as she had her legs around him, she was safe, as long as she didn't do much. So he raised her till he was mouth level with... Her belly button. Yup, he wanted to make this trip wild, and to be wild you had to switch it up, and this spot was oddly erotic. So he went with it, looking up at her once more with a smile, until looking back down. "Don't worry about being loud... We're next to a river y'know?"
Finally ending with his voice being crisper than ever, he loved talking on a calm and cool level, but he loved doing this even more. He loved testing women and seeing how long till they break, till they let out their true nature, plus he had to get her back from earlier. Although he said stop the teasing, he was different, he was special. So he proceeded, pressing his forehead against her soft warm belly, as his nose rested right at the top. He rubbed his head slowly, from side to side, letting the tip of his nose slowly rub and flick of the top. Blowing soft cool gentle air into it, he wasn't normally so delicate, like said earlier. He liked Edreina. Plus, it was only beginning, no reason to be rough from the start. As his cool air blew in and sank out, he quickly grew tired with the foreplay to foreplay, so he began to do what he plan. "Edreina... Mmm your skin is sooo soft." That was a tease, if he ever heard of one. "Tell me, do you think I would make a good knight? And in your own words... What would make a good knight? One of the... Protectors of peace. And remember, I want good answers." For real, that's what he meant. The purpose of this technique was to give her questions that would take thinking, while also working her body, and this was only the beginning.
Meaning this was as easy as he would go, and as her mind thought about his question, how would her body react to his movements? It would be fun to watch and observe her reactions, and hear her elicit little sounds for him, it would be golden. He would wait for her answer, her words and sounds, he would gauge it all. He would repeat himself if she asked, but he would keep holding her up, suspended in the air. And the whole time his forehead would rub her warm flesh, his nose would constantly flick against the top of her button, and his cool breath would be the death of her. But it didn't end there, as soon as she began to speak her sentence, about midway he would switch. His head would would sit still in the middle, his forehead still resting against her, but no more motions, breaths, or nose flicks. Slowly the little devil came out, the muscled pink that dwelled in his mouth, his tongue of course. As it slowly crept up to her hole, the first thing he did was rim, because once again... Part of this was pay back. So he swirled his tongue lightly on the outside, so slow and delicate, he wanted to make her burn as she thought and spoke. And this was to make her mind go crazy, from sensual overload, because the human brain couldn't possibly comprehend so much. And this was why he did it.
Until she tried to speak and ignore it, he would continue at the same slow pace, but when she did... The next move in line, as entrance, his tongue would come in slowly and hook the top. Flicking back and grabbing at her, going at another constant speed, this was also on purpose. This was done because her mind would begin to expect his tongue, and count on it, thus adding another layer and factor to her mental overload. The plan was... Fool proof? And then the final stop, as she tried to continue and ignore it if she chose, was initiated. It was simple, animalistic, and if anything... Caveman-ish. So he decided that next time Razkar called him that, he would smile and laugh before punching his face, because it was only true. The new technique he did was a straight forward tongue thrust, jamming his tongue straight to the back, this small amount that would fit and more.
He didn't care about size, he just used his muscled tongue like the dog he was, stabbing like a damn spear at her. And as if it couldn't get any worse, his hands were still gripping her midsection, and he planned to use them. His thumbs on her lower abdomen, he pulled them apart, so that it opened up just a bit wider. The way it was now, was stiff, and if anything less flabby and lifeless. Now intensified, he added a combo of licks and flicks, and the occasional thrust. His tongue sounded like a dog drinking water, which was funny and he would've laughed if not preoccupied. And then his massive hands, he began to use his grip and thumbs to his advantage also, as he began to vibrate. His hands tenderized her side as his fingers pressed into her, pushing and repeating like he was playing some instrument, he hoped she wasn't ticklish there. And his thumbs, began to contract and relax her muscles, pulling her belly button apart and then letting it relax and repeating. The whole time moaning into her skin like he was eating good food. And he kept this up, as long as she tried to speak and explain her answer, and he wanted a good one.
He wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop, until she gave him a good set of answers. But once she did, he would seize all movements, like a machine powering off. He lowered her down gently, back to him, his arms were burning like fire. Once again he realized this was a warmup, but good exercise, and that's all that mattered. As he brought her down, he tried to keep eye contact the whole time, wanting to see that pretty blue. "Edreina, your so beautiful." He said happily, as he forced her into a hug, her head resting on his right shoulder looking away from him. Hopefully that didn't exhaust her too much, because breaks were for the weak, but he would give her a nice transition. After all, that was tiring even for him, but fun nonetheless. He was a whore when it came to women, so his tongue normally came into play. But he was cautious about Mizaharian diseases, he knew exactly what people carried, so he treated carefully. But Edreina, she was differed, especially from commoners. Because she was a damn swimmer, if she wasn't clean then he didn't know who was, and for that... Like he promised earlier, he trusted her.
"You ok?" He whispered softly, his tone was a bit cocky, but didn't he deserve that. He released his grip on her, and began to palm her chest, instantly shoving his hand to the wrap. He knew she was hiding something there, perhaps an ugly scar, but he didn't really care... Well he did, he really wanted to see. It couldn't have been that bad could it? And without giving her time to think and react, he forcefully groped her, trying to read what was behind that top. "What the..." Another silent whisper, and a shocked face to go with it, it showed it all. Those weren't just average breast, not at all. He HAD to see this now. Roughly, he kept his palms on the wrap, but slid his thumbs up underneath. Instantly he could feel everything in those thumbs, heat, heartbeat, and softness. And he shoved his hands forward, grinding up and his hands began raising the wrap, he pushed her away to get a good look. The wrap itself ended up at her lower armpit level, it was stretchy and tied on tight, and he would've probably hurt her if he ripped it off.
But screw that, that was all nothin compared to what fell out, nothing at all. Breast. Big, beautiful, lighter than the rest of her skin breast. They were amazing, and heavy, and plump, and just breast. He had a natural affinity, as any man did, and he just loved seeing them. But why was she hiding them? Why was she so scared to let him see a tan line? Was it possibly the uneven off coloring on her skin? That wasn't so bad, not as bad as she made it seem. But nonetheless, he couldn't understand women. He never understood why they hid blemishes and such, it just made it worse when found out about, thank god he was not the picky type. Well, he was, but Edreina wasn't ugly. So it was ok. He looked at her, at the uneven tone on her body, pulling her back in forcefully for another hug. Except he turned his head, so that he was looking down her back, straight at the soft fat he loved to grab. He smiled as he spoke, small kisses and nibbles into the side of her neck, but nothing to big. It was still redicilouslyy funny to think about her hiding uneven skin colors, like it was the end of the world. "Edreina... Are you ashamed of your body?" He asked seriously in a low deep tone, speaking over the water. He had breast pressing against his chest, so he was happy, he just had to make sure she didn't feel like trash during sex.
Because she was beautiful, seriously.
I won't be responsible for the corruption of your innocence. 