[ 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. ]
[ There is a part of Weiss that feels a little bad for him— lost and consumed by lust and desire— for cutting him short. It's not the end of the world at least, because regardless if she feels bad for him or not, she would still do this anyway. Not just for him, but also for herself. Ragna's not the only one who got splashed with the cold water of reality, after all. She's all too aware of what she's missing out on with what she did, but she knows she'll find it beneficial later on.
Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]
[ It was indeed an abrupt end to this joyride of theirs, but that very same cold water splashing him at least gives back some of that clarity they'd both been sorely lacking the longer this went on. This was...more explosive than he ever would have thought it'd have been. He doesn't know enough about Weiss as a person beyond his first impression that she's an honest, good person despite her ribbing on his ass so much out the gate, but...he wonders; was this the same feeling for her? Their food hadn't been laced with any aphrodisiac, and if it was? It was far too subtle in trace that by the time they made their own choices (at least, Ragna did...), that had nothing to do with it.
Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days. Heh. Coming. Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]
Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore. The Elusive Kind Ragna. ] Did you come yet?
[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
[ Weiss is a few seconds delayed when she recognises that someone's talking to her. He said something, right? She didn't just imagine things? So she shakes her head slowly in response. The whispers of the Trio wondering if anyone came already aren't things she can hear, though Ragna might be able to if it's a bit more conscious about his surroundings than she is.
When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
[ No, she didn't imagine anything. Not this chance meeting, not how easily he got riled up by simple words that brought a smile back to her face, not this explosive romp in an elevator where he shoves the phantoms to the furthest back corner of his mind. All Ragna wants to see and hear is her, perched in his lap like she is while his arousal gradually, slowly starts to soften up before eventually coming to rest against his exposed stomach. The Trio do indeed, unfortunately, creep their way back into his earspace. But by this stage they're less disturbing and unsettling in a haunted sense, and more...genuinely annoying and liable for pissing him off. He grits his teeth as he cranes his head back a look to the cardigan-covered portrait. ]
Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
[ Her hands reach for his wrist, not quite clinging to him in the same way she was doing so earlier, but she just knows that any rougher, a bit more pressure, and it wouldn't feel the same. That high she was chasing earlier would be gone completely. So she holds onto him, not even caring about the painting or what's going on that isn't on this chair. She'll guide him, letting out a shaky breath before saying so. ]
Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
[ He'll see it. He'll most certainly feel it judging by how excited her body was getting again. He was no expert; this was literally the first time he ever fingered somebody like this. But while he still has clarity, and while she continues to ride her way towards the top of that cliff again as he brushes a sensitive bundle of nerves...he's at least listening to her. ]
How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
[ Ah! So he's onto something. For once, he's got a leg up on her in the teasing department. Whether or not he uses this newfound ammunition to his advantage down the road, she seems to be gripping his fingers tighter than before. ...Yeah, no. He's pulling the trigger on that one real quick. ]
It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
[ He really just won't stop talking, huh? He's still pointing things out, and she almost wants to smack his face for it. Almost. At the very least, Weiss manages to control herself and doesn't do any of that. She lets him continue, building up the pressure that's welling within her. When he angles his hand differently and buries his fingers deeper inside her, she rolls her hips in turn. She moves with him, encourages him to move his hand more. She can handle it better now, and if her thighs twitching again and her pussy gripping his fingers tightly was any indication, he's doing well in taking care of her.
She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
[ Unfortunately(?) for Weiss, what neither of them knew at this current point in time was that she had bagged herself a real idiot in this Crimson Calamity. Their only mutual reprieve was that, at least for the Grim Reaper, he was going to have a lot of time to think. Time that can be occupied far later when he wasn't currently in the middle of building that pressure in her abdomen when he can feel her thigh twitching in his hand, and her pussy gripping his fingers tighter. How could he not get hard riling her back up this way? If he were addled with lust and swimming in aphrodisiacs, Weiss might have had a cause for concern that her makeshift partner in this elevator might have just wanted to push for another round.
With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
[ There definitely doesn't need to be any questions asked about this. She does want to lay down for a bit though, but any moment of reprieve granted to her helps. At least, after she rides this orgasm out anyway, Ragna prolonging those waves of pleasure as he keeps inside her for a bit longer. ]
... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
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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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Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]
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Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days.
Heh. Coming.Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore.
The Elusive Kind Ragna.] Did you come yet?[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
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When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
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Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
This slow enough?
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Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
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[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
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[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
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How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
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[ What the hell, Ragna!!!
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
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It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
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She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
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With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
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... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
They've only just met, after all. ]
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