[ Truth be told, Ragna likely wouldn't keep count. If he tells someone that his memory really blows, it's traditionally out of spite— he may feel like he owes Weiss after this, but it's not going to be for...wherever this is leading. Because this has never happened to him before; all that he knows is that it's not going to stop. It wasn't going to stop until Weiss says to stop. She's being surprisingly tender to him, understanding and patient with him, that she's also receiving a side of him that he didn't know existed. A side of him that was eager but also...caring. Like he wanted to take care of her too.
He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
[ Weiss doesn't know what he's talking about until he pulls her down, and that's when she sees the chair behind him. Her eyes dart over to the painting, and the trio's seemingly all too amused now that they can have a better view of what's going on. Blue eyes widen as her brows furrow, glaring at the three of them behind the frame for a second while her lips form a pout.
They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched. If she didn't know, though... That's something else Ragna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.
When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
[ There's a pout, and even when it's being directed at him, a fire amidst icier blues stirs something in the pit of his loins. Something that the Grim Reaper never really held much thought or stake on before. He never had the chance to. What did Ragna like in a woman? What could he not ignore? Nice breasts? A soft, curvy ass? All well and good, fleeting sentiments and appreciative; Ragna's thought of those before. And she feels more than nice beneath his larger hands. But it's the littler things. A disarming smile, laughter that made him want to seek it out again without even realizing it, this pout on her face while they both wish that the trio would piss off. They're all attractive to him. He can digest them later. Far later when he's still too enamoured with wanting to devour Weiss in the present.
To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
[ Weiss' Glyphs have a lot of use. In a place like this, where there aren't any battles to be won or even fought, she hasn't had much opportunity to actually use them. It makes having an Aura and a Semblance a little useless, really, so she tries to make the most of the more mundane things by using Glyphs when she can. Stirring her coffee while she reads on her watch? Use a Glyph! Can't get up to get a book from the highest part of the shelf? Use a Glyph! There are voyeurs watching from a painting while she's intimate with someone? Use a Glyph!
And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one? Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in. ]
Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
[ Don't get frustrated, Ragna! This is for your own good. Rather, that's what Weiss' reasoning is, anyway. But if they meet again and have more similar encounters, he might eventually pick up on the fact that Weiss would prefer to be undressed, and not doing that work for someone else. The reactions of some when they realise she doesn't have a bra that they'd have to unhook has been fun to see.
She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
[ Ragna certainly admired the view, especially when he learns that there was indeed nothing else in the way as she helps him carefully fan the sides of her dress down and out. A more delicate touch...right then. Despite himself, and the fact that he never really had any reason to be, he can do gentle. He is doing gentle right now with this girl as she sits pretty on her perch of him.
It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No. This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls. Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.
If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
[ Weiss suggests, makes a proposal, and when he agrees to it, then there's nothing else left for her to do but to follow through. She can hear the Teasing Trio talking about how they should be keeping their clothes on, and much as Weiss wants to make sure they don't get what they want? It's not like she intends on completely removing Ragna's pants off. Not in a place like this, anyway... so they will get their way, only really unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his underwear, just enough to bring his erection out in the open.
While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore ]
Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
[ Weiss has coaxed him into trusting her so well (an impressive feat), that if she did want his pants completely off? He'd let her. If she didn't ask him questions about his arm at this stage, he'd follow her lead on almost anything. If that Teasing Trio had been replaced with a lonely maiden that wouldn't let them free until he broke his own restraints and took Weiss one way, two ways, every way she could handle if that's what she wanted from him to make his "First" someone he'll never stop thinking about? He'd do it. Which makes letting her free his erection all the more easy as he relaxes in his seat for her again when it throbs with a hint of glistening wetness at the tip.
Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit. ]
Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
[ No, Weiss isn't some sort of sexual little deviant. Completely far from it. When her first experiences were set in this place too, while not inside an elevator, there's a lot for her to still learn. She's only recently become comfortable with the idea of even having sex so openly, but if she's asked what she likes and what she doesn't like, she wouldn't really have much to say. At the core of it all, she's still learning, too. While it isn't her intention to use Ragna for her own selfish discoveries, she does play it safe and take it slow while she can.
She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
[ All Ragna had was an imagination and a general understanding of the birds & bees meanwhile. For a man who did his best to appear imposing, scowly and unapproachable, it's a hell of a sharp contrast to the man she's currently "bedding" today. Maybe's another shade of the reason why he invited her to his suite in the first place. Yet another betrayal of the man who swore he'd keep pushing others away because he thought being alone hurt less. The pile just keeps on growing for Ragna the Bloodedge, doesn't it? However many of these thoughts bleed through into what may be an extended vacation here was anyone's guess.
Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something cringe cool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.
Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
[ ...Shit, did he mess up? Because she's just staring straight at him with those big blues of hers and he's suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Nowhere near enough to kill the mood or anything, but now Ragna's on the brink of overthinking things again.
Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Weiss doesn't point out that he doesn't have to be nervous, because it feels stupid to do so? Even now, there's a bit of her that does feel that way too, and so long as they just keep being comfortable around one another, then it should be fine.
So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
[ Try it like this? Ragna could be forgiven for being a little thickheaded when it comes to what she meant. She's been here longer...and he doesn't need to ask to know that she's had sex before him. It's none of his business, especially if...this is going to be what he's checked in for too, like it or not. He wouldn't ask any further, simply nodding when she requests that she wants to ride him. And truthfully, even he thinks that might be for the best.
He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
[ Jeez, this is why she thinks he's got a crush on her??? Ragna, please. You don't have to deny it. She's sexy, she's cute, she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]
That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
[ Did he have a crush on her? ...Classified. But really, everything about this should have been way-too-fast for someone like him. For all intents and purposes, if that right arm of his was still a threat and she'd shown a single sign of weakness, he'd have ended things right here and now. He's no stranger to hurting people; he was damn good at it but he wasn't the type that liked inflicting pain on people who weren't in for a fight either. So if this gilded resort tucked away in some unknown part of reality saw fit to take the Grim Reaper away, only to make it so that anything he did would just hurt everyone...then what the hell was the point?
It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
[ Ragna can try and deny it all he likes— that he has a crush on her. It's not like Weiss is serious about it either, merely bringing up such an egotistical comment just because she still thinks it's strange how easily he just up and invited her up to his suite. That's really more what she's poking fun at even at this time, only it adds just a little more meaning in a casino like this.
Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
[ He wanted information, yes, but...as he'll come to learn in due time, a certain little huntress was going to make sure he knew how to properly ask for what he wanted, and what he truly meant. It's a little bit bratty of her, but right now, it's not doing anything to deter him or shy him away from her. Especially when she's the one who broke one of those boundaries he didn't think could ever be breached. For a girl he only just met, Weiss has done a lot for Ragna. At least, if not that, what she did was significant.
It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
[ Weiss can't help the growing smile on her face when his response is positive. She doubts that it would have been anything but, though the confirmation still does something to her that she has to bite her lip to keep that smile from turning into a grin. Reel it in, Weiss. As best as you can. Especially when the next form of praise not only makes you want to smile all the more but pop fireworks in your head and get you even more aroused. ]
Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
[ She's smiling more...was it because he said the right thing? Because...well, there really wasn't any other answer he could give. She really did feel this amazing to him. Sex feels amazing; it couldn't just be about being his first time, or that his body's a touch more sensitive due to having never indulged or experienced this before. It takes two to tango, right? So Weiss cutely biting her lip to keep herself from grinning silly at his more explicit praise wasn't lost on him. Shit, he shouldn't even be thinking of a next time. He's going to get out of here, what little rationale that wasn't laden with lust in the back of his mind says. She was gonna get to go home too.
Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
[ Weiss' walls are throbbing, no doubt the sensation is way too obvious when it's not just her who can feel the way she's squeezing his cock from such a simple movement. He's gentle when he moves, but it doesn't mean that thrums and waves of pleasure that courses through her is like that all. It isn't. It's more than that, and it is enough to make her arms feel so tingly as she tries to keep herself upright.
He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
[ And Ragna can feel them, like blowing on coals to make them burn hotter than ever as she squeezes down on his shaft. Gentle as he's being right now, it would have been so much easier to just grab her by the hips and pound up into her petite body relentlessly. It's not that this pace was too slow for him; he's considerate enough that he knows his own strength. He's not out to hurt her. But how slow they are going only exemplifies just how good she felt as she continued to pump her way up and down the long length of his cock, as if stroking him for everything he was worth as her smile burns itself into his head too.
A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
[ It's fine, it's fine. Weiss said she didn't think he'd just lie there, so him actually moving and taking control isn't unwelcome. She appreciates his patience if he's actually been holding back until now, because she did have to get used to this feeling first. It's good, but different. A different kind of addictive. Like this, she can feel everything. Every throb, every minute reaction her inner walls make with each squeeze and each bump.
With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
[ For someone whose never done this before, let alone had anybody intimately touch him before Weiss, her dance partner for this portion of the day held a rather wild imagination in that spiky head of his. A wild imagination that did humour what it would be like if he did lose his patience early on. But that was the inexperienced virgin in him being introduced to the forbidden fruit, almost yielding to temptation off the jump. Now that Ragna succeeded in tempering himself, in holding out on her long enough that she could adjust to the feeling of being filled so sinfully deep by him,
They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
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He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
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They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched.
If she didn't know, though... That's something elseRagna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
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To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
Where's the zipper?
[ Make this seat even sweeter. ]
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And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
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[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one?
Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in.]Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
Damn...
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She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
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It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No.
This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls.Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
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While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore]Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
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Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit.]Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
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She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
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Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something
cringecool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
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[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
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Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Honesty. ]
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So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
I want you to feel good, too.
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He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
With a sight like you, I will.
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she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
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It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
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Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
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It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
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Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
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Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
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He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
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A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
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With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
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They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
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