[ There is a part of Weiss that feels a little bad for him— lost and consumed by lust and desire— for cutting him short. It's not the end of the world at least, because regardless if she feels bad for him or not, she would still do this anyway. Not just for him, but also for herself. Ragna's not the only one who got splashed with the cold water of reality, after all. She's all too aware of what she's missing out on with what she did, but she knows she'll find it beneficial later on.
Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]
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Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]