[ He wanted information, yes, but...as he'll come to learn in due time, a certain little huntress was going to make sure he knew how to properly ask for what he wanted, and what he truly meant. It's a little bit bratty of her, but right now, it's not doing anything to deter him or shy him away from her. Especially when she's the one who broke one of those boundaries he didn't think could ever be breached. For a girl he only just met, Weiss has done a lot for Ragna. At least, if not that, what she did was significant.
It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
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It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]