The pressure was uncomfortable, she hadn't experienced much back there, and she didn't know what to do with the feeling of his weight pressing in on her. She didn't want to cause problems-- she never did, but all the same, it felt like she needed to wiggle away. Thankfully she didn't have to when that hard length sprung up behind her instead, pressing into her back as her attention narrowed in on the bulge before her.
Her throat worked, once, twice, before she nodded. Little wisps of white hair sticking to her cheeks and tumbling into curls, framing the face that stared up for perhaps a moment too long before sliding back down. Looking at the straining fabric she blew out a breath, the half-familiar smell meeting her from being so close. She knew him better than any, as her father and constant companion since she left the monastery. Reaching out she gripped the edges, gently tugging against it, slowly easing it out of the way and allowing that thick length to spring out in front of her.
She had done something like this before, hadn't she?
Soft hands wrapped around the base, angling the head toward herself, a breath tight and high to steel herself before she started stroking him. Soft, nervous, gentle at first but it didn't take long for her to find an easy rhythm. It wasn't normal, not yet, but she could manage it better than most would in her position. Plush pinks parting, pressing against the tip as she strained to push him in a bit. It still felt odd, but she was better equipped to do it than many. Allowing herself to suckle at the end delicately, little swipes of a soft tongue attempting to be attentive-- attempting, perhaps, to ease his mind. Maybe with it her own. Those little ripples of her power, that gentle echo, already beginning to creep along the room.
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Her throat worked, once, twice, before she nodded. Little wisps of white hair sticking to her cheeks and tumbling into curls, framing the face that stared up for perhaps a moment too long before sliding back down. Looking at the straining fabric she blew out a breath, the half-familiar smell meeting her from being so close. She knew him better than any, as her father and constant companion since she left the monastery. Reaching out she gripped the edges, gently tugging against it, slowly easing it out of the way and allowing that thick length to spring out in front of her.
She had done something like this before, hadn't she?
Soft hands wrapped around the base, angling the head toward herself, a breath tight and high to steel herself before she started stroking him. Soft, nervous, gentle at first but it didn't take long for her to find an easy rhythm. It wasn't normal, not yet, but she could manage it better than most would in her position. Plush pinks parting, pressing against the tip as she strained to push him in a bit. It still felt odd, but she was better equipped to do it than many. Allowing herself to suckle at the end delicately, little swipes of a soft tongue attempting to be attentive-- attempting, perhaps, to ease his mind. Maybe with it her own. Those little ripples of her power, that gentle echo, already beginning to creep along the room.