[ Ragna certainly admired the view, especially when he learns that there was indeed nothing else in the way as she helps him carefully fan the sides of her dress down and out. A more delicate touch...right then. Despite himself, and the fact that he never really had any reason to be, he can do gentle. He is doing gentle right now with this girl as she sits pretty on her perch of him.
It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No. This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls. Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.
If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
[ Weiss suggests, makes a proposal, and when he agrees to it, then there's nothing else left for her to do but to follow through. She can hear the Teasing Trio talking about how they should be keeping their clothes on, and much as Weiss wants to make sure they don't get what they want? It's not like she intends on completely removing Ragna's pants off. Not in a place like this, anyway... so they will get their way, only really unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his underwear, just enough to bring his erection out in the open.
While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore ]
Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
[ Weiss has coaxed him into trusting her so well (an impressive feat), that if she did want his pants completely off? He'd let her. If she didn't ask him questions about his arm at this stage, he'd follow her lead on almost anything. If that Teasing Trio had been replaced with a lonely maiden that wouldn't let them free until he broke his own restraints and took Weiss one way, two ways, every way she could handle if that's what she wanted from him to make his "First" someone he'll never stop thinking about? He'd do it. Which makes letting her free his erection all the more easy as he relaxes in his seat for her again when it throbs with a hint of glistening wetness at the tip.
Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit. ]
Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
[ No, Weiss isn't some sort of sexual little deviant. Completely far from it. When her first experiences were set in this place too, while not inside an elevator, there's a lot for her to still learn. She's only recently become comfortable with the idea of even having sex so openly, but if she's asked what she likes and what she doesn't like, she wouldn't really have much to say. At the core of it all, she's still learning, too. While it isn't her intention to use Ragna for her own selfish discoveries, she does play it safe and take it slow while she can.
She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
[ All Ragna had was an imagination and a general understanding of the birds & bees meanwhile. For a man who did his best to appear imposing, scowly and unapproachable, it's a hell of a sharp contrast to the man she's currently "bedding" today. Maybe's another shade of the reason why he invited her to his suite in the first place. Yet another betrayal of the man who swore he'd keep pushing others away because he thought being alone hurt less. The pile just keeps on growing for Ragna the Bloodedge, doesn't it? However many of these thoughts bleed through into what may be an extended vacation here was anyone's guess.
Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something cringe cool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.
Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
[ ...Shit, did he mess up? Because she's just staring straight at him with those big blues of hers and he's suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Nowhere near enough to kill the mood or anything, but now Ragna's on the brink of overthinking things again.
Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Weiss doesn't point out that he doesn't have to be nervous, because it feels stupid to do so? Even now, there's a bit of her that does feel that way too, and so long as they just keep being comfortable around one another, then it should be fine.
So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
[ Try it like this? Ragna could be forgiven for being a little thickheaded when it comes to what she meant. She's been here longer...and he doesn't need to ask to know that she's had sex before him. It's none of his business, especially if...this is going to be what he's checked in for too, like it or not. He wouldn't ask any further, simply nodding when she requests that she wants to ride him. And truthfully, even he thinks that might be for the best.
He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
[ Jeez, this is why she thinks he's got a crush on her??? Ragna, please. You don't have to deny it. She's sexy, she's cute, she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]
That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
[ Did he have a crush on her? ...Classified. But really, everything about this should have been way-too-fast for someone like him. For all intents and purposes, if that right arm of his was still a threat and she'd shown a single sign of weakness, he'd have ended things right here and now. He's no stranger to hurting people; he was damn good at it but he wasn't the type that liked inflicting pain on people who weren't in for a fight either. So if this gilded resort tucked away in some unknown part of reality saw fit to take the Grim Reaper away, only to make it so that anything he did would just hurt everyone...then what the hell was the point?
It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
[ Ragna can try and deny it all he likes— that he has a crush on her. It's not like Weiss is serious about it either, merely bringing up such an egotistical comment just because she still thinks it's strange how easily he just up and invited her up to his suite. That's really more what she's poking fun at even at this time, only it adds just a little more meaning in a casino like this.
Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
[ 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? ]
[ Weiss can't help the growing smile on her face when his response is positive. She doubts that it would have been anything but, though the confirmation still does something to her that she has to bite her lip to keep that smile from turning into a grin. Reel it in, Weiss. As best as you can. Especially when the next form of praise not only makes you want to smile all the more but pop fireworks in your head and get you even more aroused. ]
Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
[ She's smiling more...was it because he said the right thing? Because...well, there really wasn't any other answer he could give. She really did feel this amazing to him. Sex feels amazing; it couldn't just be about being his first time, or that his body's a touch more sensitive due to having never indulged or experienced this before. It takes two to tango, right? So Weiss cutely biting her lip to keep herself from grinning silly at his more explicit praise wasn't lost on him. Shit, he shouldn't even be thinking of a next time. He's going to get out of here, what little rationale that wasn't laden with lust in the back of his mind says. She was gonna get to go home too.
Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
[ Weiss' walls are throbbing, no doubt the sensation is way too obvious when it's not just her who can feel the way she's squeezing his cock from such a simple movement. He's gentle when he moves, but it doesn't mean that thrums and waves of pleasure that courses through her is like that all. It isn't. It's more than that, and it is enough to make her arms feel so tingly as she tries to keep herself upright.
He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
[ And Ragna can feel them, like blowing on coals to make them burn hotter than ever as she squeezes down on his shaft. Gentle as he's being right now, it would have been so much easier to just grab her by the hips and pound up into her petite body relentlessly. It's not that this pace was too slow for him; he's considerate enough that he knows his own strength. He's not out to hurt her. But how slow they are going only exemplifies just how good she felt as she continued to pump her way up and down the long length of his cock, as if stroking him for everything he was worth as her smile burns itself into his head too.
A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
[ It's fine, it's fine. Weiss said she didn't think he'd just lie there, so him actually moving and taking control isn't unwelcome. She appreciates his patience if he's actually been holding back until now, because she did have to get used to this feeling first. It's good, but different. A different kind of addictive. Like this, she can feel everything. Every throb, every minute reaction her inner walls make with each squeeze and each bump.
With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
[ For someone whose never done this before, let alone had anybody intimately touch him before Weiss, her dance partner for this portion of the day held a rather wild imagination in that spiky head of his. A wild imagination that did humour what it would be like if he did lose his patience early on. But that was the inexperienced virgin in him being introduced to the forbidden fruit, almost yielding to temptation off the jump. Now that Ragna succeeded in tempering himself, in holding out on her long enough that she could adjust to the feeling of being filled so sinfully deep by him,
They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
[ Weiss wouldn't even be bothered if he asked if she wanted to go back to his suite after this. Not at all. All he'd have to do is ask. But with her thinking that they'll be checking the casino out after this, she has to remember to control herself. She's enjoying her ride now. Far too much, even. Ragna had better be careful around her, because if she sees him sat down again, she might just get in his lap and straddle him and go for another. And even then, she wouldn't just be expecting him to just sit there. ]
So you were thinking about me that way? [ Hmm... That wasn't what you said before she accepted your offer to go to your room, Ragna. You certainly aren't making any compelling arguments about how you don't have a crush on her! Weiss doesn't seem repulsed by the idea though. He's lucky that she wants to keep feeding it. Think of her more. Feel her more. Don't let her out of your sights.
Her tongue gives his fingers a good lick again before giving the tips a good suck. This time around, she doesn't pull away, letting her tongue dance around the digits, treating them like a lollipop. It's a good distraction from when Ragna starts taking control more, but it can really only last for so long. Her thighs tremble, knees shake, and she leaves his fingers alone so she can lean forward, her breasts getting squished against his chest. ]
Do it again... [ Please. Don't make her actually ask—let alone beg—for it. That felt so much better than she could have ever imagined, so... With her ass pointing up, each thrust into her does drive him deeper, like this angle was even better than earlier. She really is relying on him now to not just lie there. ] Harder, Ragna.
[ Time will tell what clarity would do for a man whose never had the luxury of touching someone this way. Especially when the forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet; part of him even wonders if he winds up playing game at all, will any taste as good as this "First". It all depends on just how conveniently close that ↑ button was within his reach. He wasn't even sure if he could still keep going by the time she's given him his first orgasm. But if he can keep riding this high, forgetting bit by bit about where they were and living in what may as well have been a dream, what was stopping them from going all the way back up?
He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]
[ Maybe those words are exactly what she wants to hear. Maybe. Why don't you say it, Ragna? Test it out and see what her reaction might be. Or you could hold onto those words for now, get them out another time when she tells you to "say it properly". Either way, it's not like his "dishonesty" is being punished now. If anything, he's being rewarded by the casino for giving him a partner of an Ice Queen who's oh-so-happy with the throne she's been given. ]
There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]
[ Her whispers singe so deep along the inside of his ears, where he was going to keep hearing them over and over again long after this was all over. He didn't have a diary, or little notes to take. But Weiss sure as hell was going to be playing like a movie over and over in his head. Who needed what the movies aired when he already got the show that would never be topped? So he will hold onto those words. They're going to dwell in his heart for a good long while yet, burning him up on the inside every time he was alone and felt that awoken itch in desperate need of scratching.
So scratch it real good for his first time, Weiss. Because he's going to make damn sure you're going to miss him, the feeling that cock rearranging your insides and shaking that ass of yours every time it comes clapping down hard in his lap. Even if neither one of you say it out loud...actions speak far, far louder, right? Loud enough to drown out the laments of the Teasing Trio, their own imaginations running wild of what the cardigan and angle of his chair deny them. Just how hard was he fucking this girl? How deep could he go without flat-out breaking her little pussy in? Yet every time, as she clings for dear life and snakes her arms beneath him while her tits jump against his diamond front, the swollen head of his cock burgeons and taps on that door.
Cracking that door as his nails dig into her ass and he fucks her harder, until her name and a slew of colourful praises of her, (so wet) • (weiss...weiss...!) • (so fucking tight) preludes the kiln molten hot in the pit of his loins as rippling waves of euphoria crash over him. Again. And again. And again as he stakes his claim a little rougher, desperation in the way he pounds up into her as his neck cranes back and he hisses in pleasure while the swell just below her womb thickens for each and every time his cock shakes her core. ]
Fuck..!!
[ He can feel something bubbling, a tingling that starts from his aching balls all the way up to the very tip of his cock. Throbbing quicker, faster, getting bigger as he breathes huskily against her ear what he can only imagine what this feels like, ]
[ The Teasing Trio can't quite see, but they're glad to hear it, anyway. The noises got muffled early on— that girl sure doesn't like being loud, huh! But patience is a virtue. That slick and sloppy sound of Ragna's dick pumping into Weiss over and over is music to their ears, the sound of skin slapping against skin is just the right frequency— they love, they love it! It's so obscene, but there's something so cute about it when they're imagining Weiss being on top. What a lovely scene it must be.
They hear her voice, praising him for being so deep, giving him her approval with all these high-pitched "Yes"es, amongst other noises. The man could use nicer words, less uncouth, but they find it pleasing regardless. They're so jealous... the sex must be so good and so satisfying. And it's the noisy man's first time, isn't it? Even cuter! When will they ever get their first time, they wonder. What it would feel like for someone to cum all over them, so warm and wet and fulfilling. . .
Weiss is close to losing all sense in her with how tightly he's clinging onto her "seat", too. She doesn't want to open her eyes, she doesn't want to think anymore, she just wants to give it all to him. She wants to keep hearing him say how tight she is if it's what makes him thrust into her harder, faster, bucking his hips into her like there's absolutely nothing else in the world that could make him feel good. Just her. ]
Ragna— [ A shaky breath. She's so close, the build up has been intense, like a sneeze that's been creeping up on her for some time now but she just can't sneeze. She just knows it's coming, though. Soon. She's gonna come.
And so is he, apparently. And as tragic as it is to stop, Weiss wakes up back to reality, eyes shooting open and pushing herself up immediately and as she taps his shoulder. ] Wait, you can't not inside. Not now, please.
[ Not here! She's so sorry to ruin your first time, Ragna, but... when all of this is over and you two are headed to the casino (or back up, or something), she can't and doesn't want to walk in cum-stained panties...............................
She understands that this is asking a lot, especially given how much they've lost themselves to the moment and in each other, but if he's gracious enough to concede defeat, Weiss does lift her hips up enough so he can pull out, plopping her butt on his thighs as she uses both her hands to finish the job. ]
[ It speaks volumes to the attention Weiss yearns for from him, and just how damn good a job she was doing at getting it, that Ragna almost completely forgets about the ghouls that caused him to jump so frightfully at the start. They laud them, lament the lack of visual thanks to her 'divine' intervention, and yet if only they could fully see the way she clings to him. Hugging him like the cuddliest teddy bear! Squeezing him so tight in more ways than one that he'd be hard-pressed to ever want to let her go.
...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]
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It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No.
This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls.Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
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While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore]Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
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Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit.]Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
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She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
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Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something
cringecool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
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[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
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Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Honesty. ]
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So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
I want you to feel good, too.
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He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
With a sight like you, I will.
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she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
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It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
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Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
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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? ]
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Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
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Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
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He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
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A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
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With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
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They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
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So you were thinking about me that way? [ Hmm... That wasn't what you said before she accepted your offer to go to your room, Ragna. You certainly aren't making any compelling arguments about how you don't have a crush on her! Weiss doesn't seem repulsed by the idea though. He's lucky that she wants to keep feeding it. Think of her more. Feel her more. Don't let her out of your sights.
Her tongue gives his fingers a good lick again before giving the tips a good suck. This time around, she doesn't pull away, letting her tongue dance around the digits, treating them like a lollipop. It's a good distraction from when Ragna starts taking control more, but it can really only last for so long. Her thighs tremble, knees shake, and she leaves his fingers alone so she can lean forward, her breasts getting squished against his chest. ]
Do it again... [ Please. Don't make her actually ask—let alone beg—for it. That felt so much better than she could have ever imagined, so... With her ass pointing up, each thrust into her does drive him deeper, like this angle was even better than earlier. She really is relying on him now to not just lie there. ] Harder, Ragna.
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He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]
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There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]
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So scratch it real good for his first time, Weiss. Because he's going to make damn sure you're going to miss him, the feeling that cock rearranging your insides and shaking that ass of yours every time it comes clapping down hard in his lap. Even if neither one of you say it out loud...actions speak far, far louder, right? Loud enough to drown out the laments of the Teasing Trio, their own imaginations running wild of what the cardigan and angle of his chair deny them. Just how hard was he fucking this girl? How deep could he go without flat-out breaking her little pussy in? Yet every time, as she clings for dear life and snakes her arms beneath him while her tits jump against his diamond front, the swollen head of his cock burgeons and taps on that door.
Cracking that door as his nails dig into her ass and he fucks her harder, until her name and a slew of colourful praises of her, (so wet) • (weiss...weiss...!) • (so fucking tight) preludes the kiln molten hot in the pit of his loins as rippling waves of euphoria crash over him. Again. And again. And again as he stakes his claim a little rougher, desperation in the way he pounds up into her as his neck cranes back and he hisses in pleasure while the swell just below her womb thickens for each and every time his cock shakes her core. ]
Fuck..!!
[ He can feel something bubbling, a tingling that starts from his aching balls all the way up to the very tip of his cock. Throbbing quicker, faster, getting bigger as he breathes huskily against her ear what he can only imagine what this feels like, ]
I'm gonna cum...fuck I'm gonna cum...
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They hear her voice, praising him for being so deep, giving him her approval with all these high-pitched "Yes"es, amongst other noises. The man could use nicer words, less uncouth, but they find it pleasing regardless. They're so jealous... the sex must be so good and so satisfying. And it's the noisy man's first time, isn't it? Even cuter! When will they ever get their first time, they wonder. What it would feel like for someone to cum all over them, so warm and wet and fulfilling. . .
Weiss is close to losing all sense in her with how tightly he's clinging onto her "seat", too. She doesn't want to open her eyes, she doesn't want to think anymore, she just wants to give it all to him. She wants to keep hearing him say how tight she is if it's what makes him thrust into her harder, faster, bucking his hips into her like there's absolutely nothing else in the world that could make him feel good. Just her. ]
Ragna— [ A shaky breath. She's so close, the build up has been intense, like a sneeze that's been creeping up on her for some time now but she just can't sneeze. She just knows it's coming, though. Soon. She's gonna come.
And so is he, apparently. And as tragic as it is to stop, Weiss wakes up back to reality, eyes shooting open and pushing herself up immediately and as she taps his shoulder. ] Wait, you can't not inside. Not now, please.
[ Not here! She's so sorry to ruin your first time, Ragna, but... when all of this is over and you two are headed to the casino (or back up, or something), she can't and doesn't want to walk in cum-stained panties...............................
She understands that this is asking a lot, especially given how much they've lost themselves to the moment and in each other, but if he's gracious enough to concede defeat, Weiss does lift her hips up enough so he can pull out, plopping her butt on his thighs as she uses both her hands to finish the job. ]
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...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]
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