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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads

Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.

Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.

And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.

MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA

One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.

The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.

Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.

Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.

While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.

Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.

While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.

For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.

Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!

The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.

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[Her reactions fuel him, yet leave him wanting more all the same. Damn, he's really hooked isn't he? Trying not to think too hard on it, or how wrapped around her finger he's become, he presses on. Rubbing and squeezing her breast, letting his thumb rub over her nipple as he kisses and sucks on her neck. He's tempted to leave a damn hickey there, juvenile as it may be, but damn if he's not loving this and the thrill it's sending through him.

After another roll of his hips comes with a groan against her skin as he feels her fingers dig in--he doesn't hate it. Nah, if anything, he likes the roughness, the bite of her nails against him. Which says nothing of how good it feels to rub his erection against her too. Naturally, his mind wanders a few steps ahead, about how it'll feel in her, but that'll come (heh) in due time.

With what scraps of his mind remains, he pulls his mouth away from her neck, and attempts to draw back enough to see her face more clearly. His hand that's remained on her thigh withdraws to help keep him supported as he looms over her, his gaze heavy with that same wanting that he's instilled in her.]

You said you ain't done this before, right?

[It's a pretty point blank way of asking, but he's not one to beat around the bush, even in these scenarios. There's no smugness to his voice, just obvious heat to the inquiry. A check, in a sense, to figure out where he might take this next.]

R...right...

[maybe she ought to feel complimented by him asking? but really, she’s got a lot more to focus on, and even more to get lost in.

when he’d lifted up from her, her eyes fluttered back open, her arms slacking so her hands can slide and settle on his shoulders. now, she has to bite her lip briefly to stifle the heaviness of her breath, as if being too reactionary would be foolish or wrong.

it’s hard, though. when he’d rocked up against her like that...that chill, that rush was remarkable.]

Never, but...but I still...want to...

Hey, ain't no shame in that.

[Which he means is left unclear, but he means both. He gets it, she was busy with her own world's apocalypse, and whatever else was expected of her being a princess. It's modern times in his world, but even Alola had royalty before--hell, Acerola is descended from the Alolan royal family! Anyway, point is that he gets princess are expected to act a certain kind of way, and shacking it up with random dudes ain't part of that.

If anything, the thought kinda pangs ruefully in his chest. The life she's been handed is a shit one--not unlike him--but he'd acquiesce that maybe she's had it harder. Even if she had a place in her society, probably someone with the most place than almost anyone else...but it's not so simple, and he knows that.]

Well, then I should get you ready, huh?

[He says that with a knowing and sly smirk, giving her tit a playful grope, pinching softly at her nipple right as he withdraws his hand from her shirt. He draws back from her grasp on his shoulders so he can rest on his legs, kneeling between her legs...which gives her kind of a full view of him.

Needless to say, preparing her is the least he can do because he's...he's proportionate, lets just say that. With a lustful gaze, his eyes scan over her--her fluster, how she's disheveled, legs spread... He feels a sh of heat and a noteable throb in his dick, and he has to tense himself to keep himself from just going at it.

Lead, but don't leave her behind. Right. Pacing. He's gotta do this right.]

A'ight, I don't think I will, but if I do somethin' you ain't feelin' just say, yeah?

[That's one part ego, and one part consideration, but he sounds a little smugly confident. He then goes to scoot back off the bed, to kneel on the ground before it instead. His hands going to her thighs again, rubbing on their inner parts, his thumbs pressing in firm circles as he looks up at her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching her expression--and then he hooks his hands on her hips and pulls her down closer to him. Closer to his face, specifically.

Figuring he might as well get her started before he fully exposes her, he leans in and presses his mouth against the crotch of her pants, pressing firm with his tongue through the fabric. Not really caring for the taste of the fabric, but it's a small draw back he can ignore for this. Besides, it serves to rile him further, sending a rush of electric-like heat through him, tingling his nerves and making him throb with need even more.]

[it'd probably please him to know end were he to know how intimidating he was from where she lay, sat up like that, erect in more ways than one. Lucina isn't a fan of feeling so vulnerable, and this is about as vulnerable as she's ever been. yet coupling that anxiety with her arousal in this state makes for an interesting mix: part of her wants to hide from that lusty stare of his, while the other really just wishes he'd bring himself back down upon her.

..oh, yeah. and there's part of her that's a bit unnerved by her very first dick, live and in color. there's a lot of things going on, isn't there?

she makes a soft, affirmative sound as she chews on her lip a little harder. he'd stopped before, back when his touch had strayed farther than she was ready for, so she can trust him still. even when she isn't...really sure where he's going? why is he--

oh.

o-oh.]

What-- Oh...!

[now scooted closer to the edge, her legs dangle off the sides, and Lucina sits propped up partly on her elbows, about to question what's next, the jolt of fresh arousal has her suck in her breath sharply and hold it as he makes those first, introductory presses.

she's already wet for him to a degree: that work had started while her mind had wandered in the shower, absently pining to be held as she'd been the night before their fight in Jeopardy. this fresh coaxing makes her quiver, sending goosebumps down her legs; the muscles that he rubs at tense and strain in the intervals of trying to chase the sensation he's stirring up.

without thinking, Lucina's hips lift at his whims when he decides to slide her pants off, and she sinks back, one of her hands going to her face, her fingers getting snarled in some of her hair as she flushes anew.]

[A part of him would indeed enjoy that he's intimidating--a selfsish and insecure part of him. However, ultimately he doesn't want her to be fearful of him, he wants her to trust him...he wants to be trusted. But, perhaps in the face of her intimidation and vulnerability, and that she would allow him to continue, to lead, proves that trust.

He'd also be pretty pleased to know his is her first dick beyond merely the sexual part. That he's so much of her firsts, it's a flattering and ego-stroking sort of feeling. A pride of sorts, that he'd won her over, and that she'd trust him like this. A testament to their bond, he muses.

One that continues to be proven as her surprise at what he's doing doesn't make her recoil, or stop him. No, she's clearly into it. This is made especially clear with how when he draws his mouth back, and his hands move to slip her pants down, he doesn't so much have to request for her to raise her hips, before she's doing it herself.

It speaks much of her eagerness, the way she sinks into the mattress, how she grasps at her hair, and covers her face with the other. So flustered, yet clearly wanting. So too does, the uh...]

Well. If I had doubts about how into this you were, I'd say they been snuffed out, huh?

[His comment doesn't go unaccompanied. As if to make his point clear, he draws his hand to that slickness between her thighs, gently rubbing his thumb along the slit there as he meets her gaze. Keeping their eyes locked, he brings that thumb to his mouth, sucking off what dampness it had acquired with that smirk of his.

The taste of her sending a thrill through him, urging him to press forward once again. With his hand resting just above on her pubic mound, he presses her folds apart with his thumb and fore fingers. Placing his mouth on her once more, without a barrier this time, he darts his tongue forward. It slips between her labia as he explores her properly, keeping his eyes on her.]

Edited 2019-11-22 23:33 (UTC)

Oh, gods...!

[that's...not what she had intended to retort with, but before she could gather her scattered thoughts and figure out what he'd meant by that, he'd already set to work and her chance was utterly lost. she tenses up again as she braces against the feeling of his thumb against her, her lips curling back as she bites back a louder exclamation.

she cracks an eye open as the feeling passes, and she shudders to see him still so intensely fixed on her, even as he--

her lips purse tight as her eyebrow twitches. is that...healthy? it might be stupid to ask in the midst of things. maybe she should've...read a book about these sorts of things, or...

oh, gods...!

as he goes back down to work, she shudders, her pinkie curling against the corner of her mouth until she can't help but bite it. she wants so much to squirm, to squeeze her legs together...maybe not to bar him, but because there's a rising feeling in her that she's having a harder time keeping at bay. she squeezes her eyes shut, letting out her breath in a heavy huff.

before she realizes it, her legs have tensed up again, and already they start to press against the sides of his face. she can't help it -- it just...feels really good, and something about it makes her strain for more!]

[Whether she meant for that retort to happen or not, Guzma's loving it. Confirmation that she's not only enjoying this, but also getting swept away in it. If she was just having a normal conversation with him while he was going down on her, well...needless to say, that'd be quite a strike to his ego and his capabilities to please her.

As it is, it's pretty clear he's doing a good job of that! After meeting that peek of hers with his studious gaze, watching as she gives into the ministrations of his mouth, he lets his eyes slip closed as he focuses more on his task. His tongue working around the sensitive area with purposeful licks. He services her without too much focus, seeing as he wants to really work her up, make her like putty in his, well...mouth.

As he continues, his own arousal pulses and throbs, and he can't help the hot puff of air that escapes his lips every so often. He could stroke himself, but he doesn't, chooses not to—he much rather focus on her. Much rather not distract himself! When he moves on to focus on her clip, his lips capturing it as his tongue presses hotly against it...he notices just how tight her legs are getting around his head.

At first it's fine, he takes it as another stroke to his ego. A confirmation that he's goddamn good at this—but then it seems to be getting a little unbearably tight, and he finds it a little hard to breathe. And while there might be worse deaths than getting either smothered by your girlfriend's vagina, or getting your neck snapped because you're that damn good at eating her out, he kinda wants to not die? Even if this is kinda really damn hot.

But she's so damn strong! And while his eyes have snapped open to look at her, it doesn't look like she's really noticing what she's doing, and talking with your mouth full is a whole lot easier when it's food and not pussy—so in an effort to get her attention, he taps her leg with his free hand and muffles a noise against her, which probably just helps with those sensations, adding a little bit of vibration from his efforts.]

[but she's so close! so close to...something. whatever it is, it makes it harder to keep herself quiet beyond the soft whimpers she lets escape her.

as she drags her hand down to her neck, pressing against the ghost of the kisses he'd left there, she exhales and dares to peek over and--]

Wh-! O-oh, oh no! Oh, gods--!!

[horrified, she spreads her legs to free him, absolutely mortified, already inching away.]

Are you okay?! I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize I was--!

[While he's proud that he could make her get so lost in what his mouth's doing, there's the slightest bit of panic in his mind as he feels the absolute strength of those legs around his head and neck. Not only just the pressure, but there's a gnawing pain as she continues to squeeze him. Something he's quick to ignore, since breathing seems more important!!

It's stupid, but he's almost more excited at the rise in her than worried about his situation. Even despite how it takes her a bit to come down from it and realize what's going on—and upon his release, he only pulls back a little to give himself room to breathe. He's panting a little, gulping down air as she inches back, but he nods, holding up one finger to signal her to give him a second.

And then he laughs—with a jolt of pain in his neck that staggers it for a moment with a wince, but again he tries to ignore it as he smiles at her. Far from mad, or even worried about himself, just endlessly amused at the fact she nearly popped his head off of his shoulders.]

It's chill—[he gulps down another breath, his face red from more than just arousal.] You—you were just gettin' real into it... M'fine now, lets keep goin'.

[Well, he's nothing if not resilient...]

[is he crazy?! just...laughing off near-death? death by...by crushing and. suffocating. like that.

by the time he's caught his breath, she's scooched back on the bed, legs drawn to herself and closed tight. there's a little frustration in her groin in being denied that near-peak, but she's just going to have to deal with it!]

"Chill?" I...I could've really hurt you. I don't want that...!

[but she also doesn't...want to stop, either? she brings her hand to her forehead, brow pinched with frustration.]

[He pulls himself up on the bed more, sitting on the edge of it. He doesn't want to stop either!! What's a little pain, huh??]

Tch, don't worry about it. A little pain ain't ever bothered me. I care more about the fact you were really gettin' into it.

[He shrugs, and immediately regrets it, but he's getting better at catching those winces. He doesn't need her worrying about this any more than she is already!]

I gotta admit, that was kinda hot.

[Her getting into it? Or...her nearly killing him because of it? Both? It's Guzma, who fucking knows.]

[of all the times she's messed up (she has...a surprisingly substantial list. poor Brady.), this has to be the most embarrassing. but he's acting like it's just...a thing that happens!

...gods. is it?! she has no idea.]

Kinda...? [kinda hot, he says? she stares at him, perplexed, her fingers withdrawing from her bangs as her hand settles back on her neck. her mouth presses into a thin, doubtful line as she considers him -- his words, the state of him, that smirk...

after a moment, her eyes flicker down to her bare knees.]

...I'll be more careful.

[Most would say it's not, and most would be right. However, Guzma's chill as a cucumber in the face of his own injuries, and doesn't take any of them as seriously as he ought to. RIP.]

S'fine, just means I was makin' ya feel amazin'.

[The reward for that probably shouldn't be a broken neck, but hey! Whatever!

He scoots forward a bit, his hands finding themselves on those bare knees of her, giving her a reassuring (and admittedly horny) look.]

Your boy can handle your strength, he'll be fine.

[His hurting neck says otherwise, but he's not thinking with the head attached to it right now.]

[well, if he really were under threat, he'd back off, right? he's not a complete fool!

just...a fool for her sake, apparently. that's a weirdly sweet sentiment, isn't it? coupled with how just the light touch of his hands on her sends little chills as reminders that, whether she likes it or not (she does), she's rather taken with him.

peering back up at that damn expression of his, her mouth twitches before curling into a small, somewhat exasperated smile. what is she supposed to do with him?]

...Famous last words, as they say. [a little, huffed sigh.]

Alright. Let's do this.

Dope!

[It's not that he was actually worried she'd want to quit, not when she was reacting as she was. Those whimpers and huffs of breath as he worked? No way she was gonna throw in the towel now. Maybe he feels a certain kind of way with the idea that she was so concerned for his well being, but it's something he can appreciate later when his groin isn't demanding his attention.

Using those hands on her knees, he playfully spreads them with a quirked eyebrow, before shifting so he's comfortable between her legs again. Sliding his hands down her inner thighs from her knees, he keeps them there to...hold them off, if he can. As he leans in to press his mouth to her once more, he rubs his thumbs against the crease where her groin and thighs meet.

He keeps that eye contact for only a moment, before slipping his eyes closed again to focus more on the task. Again, he resumes some of that focus back on her clit, giving it a sucking kiss before treating it with firm presses of his tongue. Before long, he's dipping down to prod at her entrance, testing the waters so to speak...and maybe he's just really delighted by the taste of her.

Well, more than that, really. The feel of her in his mouth, the taste (as mentioned), her scent...Guzma's a gremlin, what else can be said about it?]

[getting back to it...she's still apprehensive, yes, but it's hard to fight against the way he works her over, and soon she finds her eyes fluttering, her back arching, and her toes curling with the tingling pleasure.

laying back down on the bed, the hand at her neck pinching her skin to remember his kisses, while her other hand seems aimless, searching for its place in all of this. clutching at the sheets, at her shirt, eventually finding its way up to the breast he'd palmed near the onset. it just feels good to trigger these sensations all over, but even that's a task as the attention Guzma's giving her overrides most anything.

...except awareness of her legs this time around.

with a louder, shuddering breath peppered with a moan, she arches her back. she blossoms for him, drawn close to climax, her hips rolling, yearning as her hands draw up to her flush and heated cheeks.]

O-oh. Gods. Guzma, I...oh...!

[she stifles herself to a whimper even as her urgency grows.]

[He huffs labored breaths against her slick opening while he continues, drinking in every twitch and spasm of muscle, each breath she breathes, every noise she makes. All of it drives him forward, keeps him going, keeps him wanting. By now the discomfort in his neck is long forgotten, because all he can think about is Lucina—every bit of her.

She didn't even need to tell him, even if she didn't quite, but speaking up as she did wasn't even necessary to alert him of where she's at. How she opens up to him, how he can ease into her...how wet she's become. But hearing her, how she gasps the words, how she gasps his name, he can't help but groan against her. His hand placement shifts, slipping under her butt as he pulls her firmly against him, as if he wasn't already deep into her. As if she wasn't already grinding on his face.

It helps him get a better angle with those rolling hips. He withdraws his tongue from her as he shifts upward, focusing on that soft and sensitive nub just above. He's aiming to push her over the edge. He wants her to come, he wants to feel her come—wants to taste it.

His heart is racing, and his nerves are on fire as a rush pulses through him. His neglected cock throbs with want and need, but he wants this more right now, and so it goes ignored.

In due time, buddy, in due time.]

Edited 2019-11-23 02:15 (UTC)

[the effort she's put into stifling herself, as if she weren't meant to make much fuss over such all-encompassing, enthralling feelings, crumbles in those seconds. the sound that escapes her is more unfettered, higher in tone and louder with her heavy breaths, peaking--

oh, gods.

she shudders head to toe and lets out a shaken, moaning breath as she comes, the wave of it so warm and pleasing that she can't help but squirm in it, even as parts of her are still tensed up. gradually, though, she comes done from it, trembling and hot, her mouth hanging open as she pants, an idle finger picking at the corner of her mouth.

as some of her panting relaxes into longer, controlled breaths, she closes her eyes, letting out a soft, drawn-out sound of contentment as she remains tingling and quivering.]

[The satisfaction is ridiculous, considering it's not even he who came. But feeling her tense against him, her muscles spasming and quaking. How she makes his mouth even more slick with her fluids as she arches and moans out despite her efforts to stay quiet. It's all so incredibly hot, and he feels like he's going to explode.

He draws back from her after a moment, having lingered during her orgasm to languidly lap at her as she rode through it, but now taking a moment to look over the fruits of his labor. His mouth is parted as he huffs and swallows down breaths, before he leans down to place a hot and wet kiss against her pubic mound. He trails upward with lips, teeth, and tongue, letting out a pleased hum as he does so. His hands pressing her shirt up as he leaves a hot trail in his wake, stopping only when he's pressed the shirt past her breasts.

His focus going to them, trailing his tongue across her skin until he's met with her perk nipple. Capturing it between his lips as he playfully nips and sucks at it, his hand busying itself with the other. Pinching it between his fingers as he tries to match the pace between the two.]

Mmh, Guzma...

[she feels him against her skin again, leaving a fresh, warm trail counter to the tingling chill her orgasm left behind. still lovedrunk, she can only murmur and shift herself to accommodate the effort being done to get rid of her shirt at last. it's a bit of a graceless process, what with his play at her breasts staggering her. the last of the clothes flop off the bed, forgotten, and Lucina's hands return, seeking him, fingers getting lost in his hair.

she rolls her hips back up against him, relishing the fading echo of the work he'd done on her.

the pinching gets a bit sharp and makes her softly squeak, her fingers curling a bit tighter for a beat before relaxing.]

[He appreciates her effort in removing the rest of her clothes, getting that shirt out of the way fully is one less thing they both have to worry about. He doesn't care how graceless it might have been, not when he's busying himself with her at the moment, and her fingers are weaving through his messy hair.

Her responses are incredible, and when she says his name like she did? A chill ran down his spine, tingling through his body, leaving an arousing warmth through him. He wants to hear it more, hear her moan it while he fucks her—that thought and the roll of her hips evokes a muffled sound from him against her breast.

The squeak and tightening of her grasp on his hair at the pinch also draws his attention to her face, his eyes locking on as he lifts himself. Releasing her nipple from his lips and teeth, as well as the other from his hand as he opts to use it to support himself better so that he can properly hold himself above her. He doesn't loom long, eyes looking over her expression still fresh in the afterglow, still heated from her arousal, still red from her fluster, before he leans down to kiss her again. Naturally, he thinks nothing of the fact that his lips are still wet with her mess, or how she might react to that. His brain too hazy and hot with arousal to think about anything other than kissing her, or rutting up against her as she did him.

The difference being he has that aching dick that presses against her front, rigid and hot on her. There's a whimper into that kiss as he finally gets some contact!! Which just coaxes him into grinding again, pressing the underside of it flush against her slit. How wet she is makes him shudder with a crushing want to press into her...]

[the kiss is strange -- best not to think of where that mouth of his has been! but the sound he makes...she feels a fresh stirring in her because of that sound, stoked by him grinding against her. his needy whimper moves her, her heart and body eager to console and respond the way he wants. and besides, even though what he'd done already was...incredible, the prospect of more? well...

Lucina's hips roll against him at his bidding, teasing his dick against her in a way that pleases her, too. but it makes that sound again and her heart flutters.

one of her hands untangles from his hair, gliding down his spine, pressing him down as she lifts up.

uttered in a breathless pant against his mouth:] Yes. Go. Yes.

[At her combined urging, between her pant and her hand that trails down his back and presses him down, while he hips roll against him...that's all it takes. Another rush of arousal flushes through him and he's almost sloppy with how desperate he is to press into her—adjusting his hips so that the head is pressing against her. Leaning more on one arm, he reaches down to help angle himself as he presses in.]

Fuuuuck...

[He basically groans that.

Her warmth around him is intoxicating, and he nearly gives into the urge to press all the way in—but what singular part of his brain is still operating makes him maintain the slow and easy pace. Sure, he ate her own and made her come, but she still hasn't done this before, and he doesn't want to ruin this. Even if his brain is at war with itself, wanting to hilt himself and fuck her hard. In time, but not right now.

His eyes slip closed, his brows pinching together as he just tries to maintain his self control. It's so hard, because he's so damn hard, but he's choosing to focus more on the sensations of her. How she gives way to his gentle and steady urging. How she feels tight around him, yet wet and welcoming. It's a near painful how slow it seems, but that's only because of how eager he is.]

Edited 2019-11-24 01:19 (UTC)

Nrh-!

[even in wanting, Lucina being so new still makes this a bit of a test. she tenses up as he pushes in, her fingers tightening in his hair, against his back, nails digging in. it's...somewhat painful, but not entirely. even so, she feels a beat of fear, one that almost has her speak up.

but then he groans, and it stays her protest his enraptured voice gives her fresh chills. and, in opening her eyes seeing his face flush and scrunched with his arousal. it makes her heart flutter anew. this discomfort...it means little in the face of that face.

she lets out her breath, trying to relax herself to let him press on, quivering a bit with the effort. the unease starts to ebb as the feeling of him is less oppressive and more...strangely, comforting? surreal. she's...never felt like this before -- this odd mix of being utterly vulnerable and made bare alongside this new feeling of a closeness unlike any she's known.

it's not something she can really ruminate on for long in the moment, though. biting her lip, she shifts, trying to relax herself enough to let him proceed.]

[As much as he's engulfed in the feeling of her, he's trying to not get so lost in it that he misses something from her. After all, he doesn't want her to be in pain, he doesn't want to screw up her first time with him—her first time at all. For her sake, but also for his own. He's a man obsessed with winning in any capacity. A man who is starved of acknowledgment and praise in contexts that matter to him—from people who matter to him.

And Lucina? Definitely one of the top contenders for person who matters the most to him. He wants to do right by her, which will in turn be doing right by him.

Her tenseness, the sounds she makes, and how she grips at his hair and digs in her nails on his back...all of it is just as rewarding as pressing into her. How she tightens around him, every movement and twitch of muscle sends pleasuring throbs through him. Raising pidgeybumps in its warm and tingling wake. Pressing his lips to her cheek and jaw line, he attempts to aid her in relaxing, tries to give her what little comforts he can.

For all there are these physical aspects of what's going on, there's also the emotional one. How close he feels to her, how much she's trusting him right now. Relying on him to not take advantage of how vulnerable and out of her element she is. Naturally he's inclined to take advantage of people's vulnerabilities, to turn the tides of situations so that it's in his favor, that he has the most benefit from any given confrontation or interaction...she knows this about him, has seen him be outright horrific—hell, that's how they met! And yet, here she is, below him, laid bare for him, literally opening herself up to him, and trusting that he won't betray that.

It makes his heart thump heavy in his chest, not only arousal fluttering through his system from this. Something deeper, something vulnerable. He's not sure if he'd name it love, that's got such a weight to it, and yet it doesn't feel wrong, even if a little frightening. Instead of thinking on it too hard, he busies himself with the satisfaction of finally pressing fully into her. Resting his face against her neck, breathing a hot and husky breath against her skin as he holds himself there for a moment.

However, once he feels her muscles lose their tension, adjusting to the size of him, he slowly begins. That hand he used to originally help him press into her, he places on her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Meanwhile, he kisses at her neck, intermittently nipping gently at her skin while his hips draw back, before they begin to push forward again. It was well worth the wait, and the groan he huffs against her neck is testament to that. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through him, hot and electric, tingling down his spine to even his finger tips and toes.]

Lu—shit, you...mnn...you feel incredible.

[The words are murmured against her neck between nipping kisses. His voice is soft and nearly voiceless, more breath than words.]