i_am_your_host | Cubefall: Sinric/Aureus

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Cubefall: Sinric/Aureus

Emcee opens the door to his room and leads Aureus inside.

The shades are up and the windows are open to the night air. The large bed is neatly made, with soft, dark linens and down pillows. On the table near the plush loveseat are glasses and bottles of wine and other liquor, and a gramophone.

"Would you like something to drink?" he offers.

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She follows gladly, still strangely shy. She lays down on the edge of the bed, reaching to pull Emcee to her. "Show me, please?"

He gladly lays down alongside her on his side. Nestling close to her, he takes her hand and brings it between her thighs again.

As he kisses her under her ear, he slides their fingers through her wetness, slicking them thoroughly. With unhurried strokes, he attempts to coax more of those sweet sounds from her.

It doesn't take much to get her moaning again, burying her face in Emcee's neck as together they stroke her into a greater high. "There! Just... oh!" She whimpers wildly.

He focuses on that spot, his strokes growing quicker and firmer. In fact, while she strokes one spot, he can even stroke another...

Her moans become rough and breathless, almost frightened by the intensity of the feeling.

All of a sudden it becomes too much. It feels like her whole body locks up, clenching tight as it crashes over her. So much so she can barely breathe.

She curls into Emcee's arms, shaking.

His breathing quickens with hers, almost in sync, and he lets out a ragged sigh when she comes. He holds her, feeling the aftershocks wrack her body.

"You are so sensitive," he murmurs into her hair, "much like I was when I took the female form at Cubefall. Open yourself up to it, darling, and it won't be so frightening. Besides, there is more, so much more. But I am here with you. And I will go as far as you want me to."

She hides his face in Emcee's chest, skin flushed and feverish. "It's so- much." She whimpers, cuddling close.

"I want as much as you can show me." She glances up at him. "Should I-" She gestures down at him and his untended desire.

After a moment, he kisses her warm lips, and then takes her hand, still slick with her juices, and wraps her slender fingers around his cock.

She whimpers at the sight, licking her lips as she watches. She kisses him back, still shuddering with warmth. "Will you..." The words shouldn't be different like this but... "I want you. Inside me."

His cock seems to twitch at her very words.

"Are you sure you are ready?" he asks, brushing her hair away from her cheek. "I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Yes, I'm sure. And I know you will." She whispers, pressing her face into Emcee's touch. "That's why I'm so glad I'm here with you."

He kisses her warmly again, grateful for her trust.

And then with a gentle nudge, he eases her onto her back, and positions himself on top of her, keeping most of his weight on his elbows and knees. But his hips are pressed flush to hers, the firmness of his flesh only just resting against her. He can feel that she's still wet, and if he is any good as what he does (which he is), she won't be coming down for a while.

She looks up at him with wide, golden eyes, trusting him to guide her.

Her eyes roll back, just feeling as she parts his legs, welcoming him in. She's still so very wet, so very ready. She arches up to meet he, opening to him.

He dips his head to brush feather-light kisses over her cheek, as he slips his hand between their bodies to guide himself in. He presses into her slowly, gently, pausing at just the tip. His breath is hot and ragged on her skin when he feels her flesh close like lips around him.

She buries one hand in his hair, the other resting on his hip, unsure if to pull him closer or keep him still. Even the tip of his manhood feels - strange, wonderful, frightening, utterly different to what Sinric is use to.

She kisses him deeply, shaking just a little.

"Relax," he whispers into her mouth between slow, heated kisses, "and breathe."

He slides a hand underneath her, palm flat against her lower back as if holding her in a dance. That, perhaps, will be a familiar feeling amidst such newness.

She nods and breathes deeper, looking into Emcee's eyes with trust and desire.

The shift in positions does help but it also means Emcee slips a little deeper into her. There's a short, bright burst of pain and then it feels good, feels better.

The action leaves a small smear of blood. It would seem in this form, Sinric is a virgin. Or was.

He meets her eyes, breathing with her, his other hand cradling her head as he strokes her cheekbone with his thumb.

"Are you all right?" he asks when he feels her body tense up with pain.

She nods, mildly confused. "There was pain for a moment but it has passed." She kisses him softly. "Please don't stop."

"It's your first time," he murmurs as he returns the kisses. "Tell me if it's too much."

He's had practice in taking his time, though her tightness is a challenge to withstand. He could come right now if he let himself.

With a heavy sigh across her cheek, he presses deeper with a sensuously slow thrust of his hips until he fills her.

She frowns, taking a moment to understand that. After all, he's only ever been with women here and always male lovers turned to woman.

"I will." The words a swept away in a long moan as Emcee enters her utterly. Her pale lashes flutter, her voice breathless and sweet. "Oh! Oh, yes."

He draws his hips back, just as slowly, to indulge in feeling the length of him glide through her wetness, then thrusts again.

"You feel wonderful, darling," he says in a low, rasping moan, as he plants kisses down the side of her neck.

For someone who lives by a silver tongue, she can't find the words to answer, words to describe how good, how strange, and right this feels. She can only feel - feel the heat and weight of him, filling her. The way her body opens to him, pulls him close. The tightness in her belly at each deep thrust.

He feels her body taking him in, and he can't help the smile that curves his lips and brightens his sighs. Because this does feel right, as right as everything else they've ever done.

He presses deep and moves his hips in a slow, grinding circle, touching her innermost spots.

She gasps as he touches something deep within her. Like the seat of pleasure in men but different. Not as sharp or urgent but just as compelling. She looks deep into Emcee's eyes, seeing desire reflected there. Knowing he feels this as deeply as she does.

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