YArpg- "On your back."
From Create Your Own Story
"On your back."
"All right."
She lays down on the dried grass floor and spreads her legs. Her nipples harden in the cool air and her not-quite virgin maidenhood glistens with anticipation. You clamber on top of her and position your shaft at her entrance.
She closes her eyes as you push into her. You feel a little resistance, and that tightness only intensifies as moans loudly. She's already orgasmed. It really has been a long time.
You continue to thrust into her, and she seems to be lost in pleasure beneath you. She barely finishes a moan before she lets out another. Her breasts wobble a little as you speed up and you feel the urge to touch them. You grab one with your hand, slipping your other arm under her slim waist for support. You were correct: they're very light and soft, despite their shape. You squeeze it a few times, surprised at how squishy it is, before pinching the nipple.
"Ah!" she cries, more intensely than before. Her noises only grow in volume, and you feel her clenching your manhood. You're both about to reach your climax.
You release inside her as she almost screams in ecstasy. You quickly pull out, concerned, but relax when you realise she can probably use magic to avoid pregnancy. You're done, but she continues to squirt all over the grass floor, even ejecting some of your semen back out. It is only now that you can truly appreciate the saying "Good things come to those who wait."
Silenstkia's wave of after-orgasms lasts nearly a minute, during which time you redress. When she has calmed down, she sits up as she was originally, not seeming to care that she's still naked. Her legs are wet with the product of your experience. You catch the sight of some sexual juices still slipping out of her vagina, but somehow force your gaze upward as she speaks.
"That was extremely delightful. Until now, I have been restricted to masturbating, only with the aid of nature. (Aid of nature?!) I am indebted to you," she says formally. You doubt that she grasps the intimacy implied of a sexual relationship.
"The pleasure was all mine," you reply with equal formality, although the statement couldn't be truer.
"So then, what is it that brings you out here? My unwilling abstinence is a testament to the isolation of this place."
