[His goddess. Ishtar. None of the stories in the barracks would hold a candle to that, would they? While his head swum with an otherwise unfamiliar ego, he wondered briefly if he could find it in him to play that aggressive part the older students insisted they played. Little blossom-like kisses left on him by Ishtar's soft, puckered lips stirred him into awareness and he sounded, briefly, a little frustrated. Why wasn't she...?]
Aren't you going to...? [Going to do what? Stupidly, he blinked rapidly as he realized what he actually said. Dazed by everything being a first for him, he still managed to cling to that clever and insightful half to at least understand what she'd been doing so happily. Lifting one hand from the soft blanket he'd created beneath them, he took in a deep breath to steady himself and, quite sullenly, wrapped his fingers around his length with some hesitance.]
I... this. I wanted you to take... this in your mouth.
[This he says. How precious! He can't even say it! How cute. Her cute Kisuke. Ishtar giggles in delight as her kisses trail purposefully to where he holds his erection. Her lips planting affection on his knuckles as he holds himself steady.
Only after lovingly doting on him in such a fashion does she take his cockhead between her lips. Warm, wet heat encompasses him as she grants his wish with no more preamble. Though Ishtar is absolutely making sure to make eye contact when she does it. She wants to see his precious, honest reaction. Whether he winces from the overwhelming feeling, sighs from the relief — it doesn't matter. She'll drink it all in.
Though she finds herself interested in the taste. If not the actual flavor, then instead the layers brought to it with her being more in-tune with the exchange of magical energy and what it means when coming him when he's like this.]
[He told himself that the clinical words he'd known didn't fit the same space as a beautiful woman's praise, none the less her lust. The dirtier words, often reserved for those close-spaced hunches around a cooking pot in a hut, didn't fit the grade of Ishtar's company either. No, it was better to pretend he didn't even know the words existed.
Even if, in the moment, she was embodying that lewd discourse simply by meeting his eyes. As she had before, she used it to see into him and something made him still not simply because she was intimidating in how free she was with her lust but because of how it felt. When she kissed him earlier, it planted that seed--wondering how she'd feel. How warm would she be if she kissed him elsewhere?
Entirely unguarded, he began taking in soft breaths in a hollow attempt at being as quiet as possible not to his his arousal but because the sound of her lips and tongue lavishing his tip with warmth slick attention had been more than a little pleasing to his ears. He couldn't pry his eyes from hers, his fingers grasping the cottony-texture of his spell as if for purchase. She'd find, as easily as he unraveled, the amount of energy she took from him had been enough to flood a river.]
[Passionately loud is how she smothers him with her adoration. Caring not if the sounds of her adoration make it to other ears. For now he is her subject and she will drown him in all of her. Which means she intends to grace him with more than just her mouth.
For now, though, Isthar grabs one of the hands he props himself up with, and rests it on her head. She wants to feel him more. To know his shy touch and to feel how overwhelmed he gets even if it means pulling her hair. She waits for that new position to settle before moving her head with a bit more vigor. Bobbing down half of his length before pulling back as she sucks on him earnestly.
In this moment he is hers just as much as she is his. Ishtar is fascinated with him, and takes to him like one would take to a raked pile of leaves. Or a mound of snow. She wishes to take his pristine features and twist them with delight. With pleasure. The goddess wants him sated and gasping with her name breathed out in labored pants on his lips.]
[Bit by bit, his imagination ceased all attempts at preparing him for what he could have expected. Ishtar had lulled him into her embrace and drawn him to his back with such ease that he scarcely remembered the transition to the bed of his kido, only dimly realizing it was comfortable to rest atop and for Ishtar's petite frame to hug the interior of his thighs. She was a pleasant weight on his legs and more pleasant as the moments passed with her lips and tongue slipped around him almost with delicacy at first. When she began to move and teach him what the inside of her mouth could feel like, he took in a silent breath and held it, eyes glued to the scene.
His throat tightened when he felt his hips shift on impulse alone, worried she would find it unappealing or desperate. Instead, she wrapped those delicate fingers of hers around his wrist and guided it to her head, coaxing a sound from his lips, nearly gasped when the hum of her voice wrapped around him and treated him to the gentle vibration in the back of her mouth. The glisten of her saliva--he could see it on his shaft when her lips slid down it and he found himself weaving his fingers through her hair, startled by his own initiative.
Stiff to the point of pain, she soothed him so easily and Kisuke found the build-up to be sudden and overwhelming. His member throbbed, his arousal finding a swift peak. His other hand joined the first, forgetting the whole pretense of Ishtar's divinity in favor of the sea of her hair rolled over her back and his thighs and the arch of her pale, beautiful back. He had been staring right down the back of her thong thinking of her eyes when she kissed his stomach and lowered herself so she could let him wash his eyes over her. How he wondered how soft her backside was and if it was soft as her breasts when they brushed against him.]
G--Goddess... Ishtar!... [That gasp he'd been holding onto slipped from his lips quickly, almost becoming an apology as he recalled her name, almost choking when he felt his release come, spurting on her tongue. In a few moments, he'd loosen her fingers from her hair, realizing what he'd done only too late. He straightened his back, leaning back to rest on one hand, his eyes hazy with the lust she'd drenched him in to match the tiny rivulet of sweat touching his cheek.]
[The passion of his hold would sting her scalp. It would hold her in place as he spills himself in throbbing spurts. But did it hurt? No, not at all. In fact even as he lets go of her she still eagerly suckles at him. The flood of energy that comes from it... usually it shouldn't be so immediate, but the instant his release touches her tongue she feels energized. Refreshed. So until the last of him dribbles out she doesn't pull away from Kisuke's cock.
When he's complete she then pulls away to make sure he sees her swallowing before playfully showing him her empty mouth.]
[He'd been almost entirely still that whole time and even then, his shoulders rose and fell with each gasping breath, the feeling of coming right out of a marathon gradually lending him control of his thoughts and his awareness. He regained some of it even as Ishtar's lips and tongue urged his orgasm past the point of numbness so he'd realize it wasn't at all an accident. Even so, he took a moment.
It took him a moment to place his thoughts together, following Ishtar's eyes after searching her face for any sign that he'd caused some sort of offense only to find himself holding his breath once more. Recognition caught him and he fought down concern over the taste or the way he handled her hair. He forgot all of that when she opened her mouth so he could see the plump ring of her lips and the glisten of her tongue. It was all enough to make him hard once more. That was all she needed to do.]
[That gave him pause though, by all accounts, not at all for the reason she may have expected. He had only a scant few things on his mind those days. One of which was--]
Ah. I can't say I fully understand but was it a sort of experiment?
[If so, then his choice of career opportunities was looking great.]
Oh! No, not at all. My divinity requires a certain type of magical energy. Some consider it akin to their life-force. It gathers like osmosis in the body fluids. You have a surprisingly high concentration like this!
[More so than whatever form he typically takes. She wonders why?]
[He was trying to will his erection down but even a mundane discussion regarding a conversion of spiritual mass wasn't doing it--likely because his mind was slowly drifting to the natural conclusion of that suggestion she made.
Scratch that. Any drift into scientific terminology made him too, too relaxed!]
Um. Then, he must be skilled at concealing his spirit... [Don't look down.] I'm talented but normally there's no hiding it if you... can openly transfer... mana.
[Oh, so the same word is used here? Interesting! Ishtar begins using this opportunity to climb up on his lap properly. Her hands finding purchase at his shoulders.]
Showing off made me a little tired, too. So maybe that's also a part of it? Either way, if it's not inconvenient for you...
[She leans in. Enough so that his erection, still wet from her mouth, smears against her smooth stomach. Her lips brush the shell of his ear as she whispers only for him:]
I'd like to replenish a little bit more.
[Only at this point it'd be more like gorging herself than replenishing.]
[Whatever mention of the word 'inconvenient' went forgotten as Ishtar treated him to a new, wonderful feeling--that of being mounted and taken so that he could hear her whisper without a need to seek her. Her buttocks were soft against his thigh, quite easily distracting him until her bare stomach got the strongest rise out of him yet. He throbbed at her touch but, steadying himself a little too late, he found his whole body seemed to shudder with the shiver her voice sent rippling through him.
His voice caught in his throat and, moving his hips just so he could pull himself up just to meet her a little more easily, Kisuke made an effort to try and sound somewhat more in control, head swimming when he told himself that he had to do something in return for her. Everyone else in the barracks insisted a man took control but he quickly realized things didn't quite have to follow their formulas. Ishtar made her case easily enough.
The words didn't quite squeak out of him but they certainly held that same spirit.]
Um... How does he usually do things? This is my first time.
Now, now. There's no need to worry about firsts. Let the goddess of love guide you. Precious virgins like yourself need only to submit to me.
[With her hands gripping his shoulders she insists that he lay back more so he can enjoy her rather than trying to please her. Because, believe it or not, she's already well enough pleased with him. Once he's lying back she lifts up on her knees. Holding herself above him so he can watch her showy display.
Ishtar's hands begin bellow her breasts. Trailing down the smooth expanse of her stomach and further down still. When the goddess reaches the crotch of her thong she carefully peels it away. Sure, she could dismiss it, but there's something wild about leaving clothes on, sometimes. About having a forbidden peek at what lies underneath. He'll see her glory. The pink folds swollen with the excitement that has built within her while she teased him, while she sucked him. Yes, taking him in her mouth did help her along some, and she won't deny it. Using her forefinger and middle finger she spreads her outer lips to display her glistening folds between them. Radiating heat and color as the muscles there twitch from being exposed to the open air.]
Would you let me? Would you let me have this first time, then? I'll take it. I'll cradle you with my body and lead you through this uncharted territory. Do you want that?
[His voice caught so sharply in his throat, he might have squeaked were he not more careful. Had she begun undressing first, he might not have been ready but his stomach tightened at her proposal--something lewd and depraved only in words until she proved it with the way she urged him to sit and watch. Acquainted with the feeling of her palms and fingers, her display let his imagination run its course. Achingly hard, he felt control slip so far from his hands that the fabric of his own spell managed to give him the subtle impression that he'd been caught up in it just as she kept him pinned so still just with her undressing.
His mouth opened somewhat, an inaudible gasp escaping him. He swore the existence of mixed baths might have prepared him for it but there was a stark difference between being naked and being intimate. Kisuke's eyes were washing over Ishtar from the moment she swept her fingers over her frame to the way she spread herself and treated him to the difference between being wet from a bath and arousal. Swallowing, he found her eyes with a bit of a struggle to pry from between her legs, meekly beckoning her. Just the sight of her so close was...]
[Her free hand reaches down to cup her palm around the underside of his natural curve. Goodness, he's so warm. Is that on purpose, or just a happy little addition? Ah, either way she could just gobble him up. She'll miss this Kisuke when he's "gone," but perhaps that's what makes him so special. Her perfect little treat — as rare as he is pleasing.
That hand steadies him upright as she lowers her hips to drag her wet folds along his length. Ishtar sighs softly at the delicate friction as it brings minimal but welcome relief.]
But I am the goddess of love and fertility. No matter your size I will find a way to fit you, to please you. Even if you stretch me to the point that I am molded specifically to your tantalizing shape. Tell me, Kisuke... do you want it? Do you want this core of divinity to accept your most lewd and base desires?
[With every question she rolls her hips. Smearing her arousal on him and angling herself so that her clit drags selfishly against his stiffness. Oh, it's she who wants him. She desires to feel him oh-so-intimately. She wants to drown in his cries and savor his taste. She wants him so blissful that he becomes putty in her palms.]
[He'd fondly recall his ignorance and innocence in the matter as refreshing and comforting. Ishtar's voice was warm and affectionate in his ears, passing over every ambient noise that might have interrupted her otherwise. The distant traffic and the still wind didn't register at all with her so close and, his heart pounding, he heard little else other than her voice and that gentle rustle of his opened robes when she moved to mount him. Whatever ounce of disappointment he might have felt when she didn't take him then and there was overtaken by the new feeling of her womanhood, soft and slick with moist arousal. She was impossibly soft in that way that he wanted to feel her with every part of his body but especially with the part of him she was straddling near lovingly.]
It would feel... [Better than that? It wasn't simply how soft she'd been but the way her hips shifted to rock against him moved him just slightly. She was using her thighs and her backside to rub his and every sensual movement had him shifting in anticipation and throbbing with want. His engorged member was buzzing and his head was swimming to match it. Maybe, with time, he'd figure out more attractive and loving words for her. Hopefully he knew what to say when a beautiful woman saw fix to grace him with such ministrations but he breathed out his words with some fuss.]
This is already too... but, it would be better inside you, wouldn't it? [Only somewhat, he sat up on his elbows in the hopes that he could look a bit more in control of himself but the words scarcely found their mark by the end. His eyes were wide with shock and awe at the embarrassing words that passed his lips, spilling out awkwardly in the hopes that she wouldn't find them unappealing to hear.]
I want to feel what you're like, Goddess... in your core.
[It isn't until he says those magic words of, "I want" that Ishtar aims him toward her entrance. Having been with this man before helps, but even as she lowers her weight to encourage his head to push into her folds she finds herself having to go slow. This body is so small. Such a petite young woman she was placed into. Not any less of a woman, but it did mean those of average or above average size had no problem filling her right up.
The differences of their size makes their union quite lewd. Even as she takes him half way the shape of him shows just ever so slightly against her abdomen. This vessel may be soft, but it also keeps quite trim. So her hand grabs his wrist. Takes him to press up against her where he shows so he can feel the evidence of himself inside her.]
There you are. How does it feel to be taken by a goddess? To fill her up so easily? This goddess of love and fertility will grant your wish and make this union a dream come true.
[Letting her head lull back she lets out a lascivious moan as Kisuke's palm is pressed into her. She can feel the pressure and how it squeezes everything. Feeling him so acutely inside her.]
[With each little movement, he responded without complicating things. Not a single conflicting thought kept him from her and Ishtar seemed delighted to have that dominion all to herself. As if she'd known him all too intimately, she moved so she could tease her entrance with the tip of his member, all through the subtle movement of her hips.]
A-Ah, that's so-- [He still could take a breath but the words escaped him. He was caught between wanting more and to continue experiencing that moment, sensitive to the heat she'd bathed him with and how soft she'd been--until she took him in. Wreathed in her heat, Kisuke found his stomach tensing and his fingers tightened to whitened knuckles at the fabric of his spell as he simply tried to avoid ruining it by moving when Ishtar's smile assured him she knew precisely how to move. He wanted to breathe proper but held off when he found himself with his eyes glued to the glistening point of their union, her folds spreading to take him in. With her urging, he spread his fingers and palm to smooth over her skin. Feeling that bump, gentle and apparent when he touched her, Kisuke loosed the last breath he held. He felt it leave him in a shudder, his member throbbing as the subtle flexes of her inner muscles gave the impression that Ishtar had no intention to let him go.
Though he smiled, it was shy and burning with the embarrassment that came quite easily from drinking in her body so intently. Kisuke panted, trying to catch his breath when he found his other and run up her thigh as if she'd need it to keep steady. He was sure he could make an excuse to touch her later.]
Wa... Was it easy? You're squeezing me tightly but you're just so... relaxed? [Finally leaning back again, he groaned out a word while trying to work on his focus. While he was finding his words.]
I would have c-come for sure by now if you hadn't already taken me in mouth...
How sweet, how precious! You're quite the treat for me, you know. To think such a cute little virgin could fill me up so effortlessly. Ah, will you come? Will you come for me? How many times, I wonder? What if I let you use this tight little pussy like a beloved toy? A guilty favorite tucked away and only brought forth in the midst of heated passion? I'd take it all, you know. All of your love and all of your lust. This goddess will grant your even most salacious wish!
[Poor Kisuke. Bombarded with lewd questions and not even given a chance to answer. After all, she does know just how to move, and she begins riding him more properly. Her hands find his to forcibly take him hand-in-hand. Fingers laced like lovers as she explores the length of his hard cock eagerly with her body. The weight of her seems lighter than a feather when she lifts, but as Ishtar descends and she collides with Kisuke's hips it seems to come back. It's apparent that the goddess is intent on making him feel the force of her "love" as they collide. Their bodies making a symphony of bare skin and slick, sweet friction.
She yearns for his release. To see him spent and gasping for air with nothing but her name on his lips. Ishtar intends to see Kisuke submit to a type of worship without devious grins or calculating eyes. She will have his love in a whole new flavor.]
[In a way, she had him cornered but he couldn't imagine it being a bad position to find himself in. So focused on sneakily shifting his hips so the enrapturing goddess mounting him could comfortably ride him, he couldn't dwell too much on the sweat that budded along his temples, strands of hair clinging to his brows messily as his heart raced and she clouded his ears up with words that would have made even his instructors blush. So forward with him, he wondered what in the world could have made this woman shy if not any of that, but those thoughts died in favor of how they left her lips.]
I just want--
[She rolled her hips and it drew a hesitant gasp from him, unable to keep himself quiet the more she drew that feather-like voice of hers to his ear and layered it with spice and bite. He wanted more of her but the right words fell apart in favor of the little pleas that escaped instead. The sweat shared between them and the slick heat of their arousal was leaving a glistening sheen on their thighs to which he could only wondered how they would look once it all came undone. He swallowed his words and a few words that might have sounded a bit raunchier if he formed them any more coherently and without the lovely distraction that had been the beautiful shape of her body when she rode him, soft curves and muscle flexing to please his eyes and him by far. Her thin, soft fingers wove with his and he squeezed her gently compared to the way she'd been squeezing him--almost as if she'd been trying to make him come even harder than before.]
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Date: 2023-03-28 04:07 am (UTC)Aren't you going to...? [Going to do what? Stupidly, he blinked rapidly as he realized what he actually said. Dazed by everything being a first for him, he still managed to cling to that clever and insightful half to at least understand what she'd been doing so happily. Lifting one hand from the soft blanket he'd created beneath them, he took in a deep breath to steady himself and, quite sullenly, wrapped his fingers around his length with some hesitance.]
I... this. I wanted you to take... this in your mouth.
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Date: 2023-03-30 02:03 am (UTC)Only after lovingly doting on him in such a fashion does she take his cockhead between her lips. Warm, wet heat encompasses him as she grants his wish with no more preamble. Though Ishtar is absolutely making sure to make eye contact when she does it. She wants to see his precious, honest reaction. Whether he winces from the overwhelming feeling, sighs from the relief — it doesn't matter. She'll drink it all in.
Though she finds herself interested in the taste. If not the actual flavor, then instead the layers brought to it with her being more in-tune with the exchange of magical energy and what it means when coming him when he's like this.]
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Date: 2023-04-01 06:18 pm (UTC)Even if, in the moment, she was embodying that lewd discourse simply by meeting his eyes. As she had before, she used it to see into him and something made him still not simply because she was intimidating in how free she was with her lust but because of how it felt. When she kissed him earlier, it planted that seed--wondering how she'd feel. How warm would she be if she kissed him elsewhere?
Entirely unguarded, he began taking in soft breaths in a hollow attempt at being as quiet as possible not to his his arousal but because the sound of her lips and tongue lavishing his tip with warmth slick attention had been more than a little pleasing to his ears. He couldn't pry his eyes from hers, his fingers grasping the cottony-texture of his spell as if for purchase. She'd find, as easily as he unraveled, the amount of energy she took from him had been enough to flood a river.]
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Date: 2023-04-13 06:25 pm (UTC)For now, though, Isthar grabs one of the hands he props himself up with, and rests it on her head. She wants to feel him more. To know his shy touch and to feel how overwhelmed he gets even if it means pulling her hair. She waits for that new position to settle before moving her head with a bit more vigor. Bobbing down half of his length before pulling back as she sucks on him earnestly.
In this moment he is hers just as much as she is his. Ishtar is fascinated with him, and takes to him like one would take to a raked pile of leaves. Or a mound of snow. She wishes to take his pristine features and twist them with delight. With pleasure. The goddess wants him sated and gasping with her name breathed out in labored pants on his lips.]
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Date: 2023-04-15 02:26 am (UTC)His throat tightened when he felt his hips shift on impulse alone, worried she would find it unappealing or desperate. Instead, she wrapped those delicate fingers of hers around his wrist and guided it to her head, coaxing a sound from his lips, nearly gasped when the hum of her voice wrapped around him and treated him to the gentle vibration in the back of her mouth. The glisten of her saliva--he could see it on his shaft when her lips slid down it and he found himself weaving his fingers through her hair, startled by his own initiative.
Stiff to the point of pain, she soothed him so easily and Kisuke found the build-up to be sudden and overwhelming. His member throbbed, his arousal finding a swift peak. His other hand joined the first, forgetting the whole pretense of Ishtar's divinity in favor of the sea of her hair rolled over her back and his thighs and the arch of her pale, beautiful back. He had been staring right down the back of her thong thinking of her eyes when she kissed his stomach and lowered herself so she could let him wash his eyes over her. How he wondered how soft her backside was and if it was soft as her breasts when they brushed against him.]
G--Goddess... Ishtar!... [That gasp he'd been holding onto slipped from his lips quickly, almost becoming an apology as he recalled her name, almost choking when he felt his release come, spurting on her tongue. In a few moments, he'd loosen her fingers from her hair, realizing what he'd done only too late. He straightened his back, leaning back to rest on one hand, his eyes hazy with the lust she'd drenched him in to match the tiny rivulet of sweat touching his cheek.]
I didn't mean to... Did I hurt you?
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Date: 2023-04-15 05:01 pm (UTC)When he's complete she then pulls away to make sure he sees her swallowing before playfully showing him her empty mouth.]
Oh my, that was fun.
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Date: 2023-04-16 12:15 am (UTC)It took him a moment to place his thoughts together, following Ishtar's eyes after searching her face for any sign that he'd caused some sort of offense only to find himself holding his breath once more. Recognition caught him and he fought down concern over the taste or the way he handled her hair. He forgot all of that when she opened her mouth so he could see the plump ring of her lips and the glisten of her tongue. It was all enough to make him hard once more. That was all she needed to do.]
You're this fond of me?
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Date: 2023-04-16 12:46 am (UTC)[Her expression twists as she searches for the right words that won't break the mood or give him the wrong idea.]
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Date: 2023-04-16 01:19 am (UTC)He had only a scant few things on his mind those days. One of which was--]
Ah. I can't say I fully understand but was it a sort of experiment?
[If so, then his choice of career opportunities was looking great.]
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Date: 2023-04-16 01:35 am (UTC)[More so than whatever form he typically takes. She wonders why?]
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Date: 2023-04-16 03:02 am (UTC)Scratch that. Any drift into scientific terminology made him too, too relaxed!]
Um. Then, he must be skilled at concealing his spirit... [Don't look down.] I'm talented but normally there's no hiding it if you... can openly transfer... mana.
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Date: 2023-04-16 03:12 am (UTC)Showing off made me a little tired, too. So maybe that's also a part of it? Either way, if it's not inconvenient for you...
[She leans in. Enough so that his erection, still wet from her mouth, smears against her smooth stomach. Her lips brush the shell of his ear as she whispers only for him:]
I'd like to replenish a little bit more.
[Only at this point it'd be more like gorging herself than replenishing.]
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Date: 2023-04-16 03:51 am (UTC)[Whatever mention of the word 'inconvenient' went forgotten as Ishtar treated him to a new, wonderful feeling--that of being mounted and taken so that he could hear her whisper without a need to seek her. Her buttocks were soft against his thigh, quite easily distracting him until her bare stomach got the strongest rise out of him yet. He throbbed at her touch but, steadying himself a little too late, he found his whole body seemed to shudder with the shiver her voice sent rippling through him.
His voice caught in his throat and, moving his hips just so he could pull himself up just to meet her a little more easily, Kisuke made an effort to try and sound somewhat more in control, head swimming when he told himself that he had to do something in return for her. Everyone else in the barracks insisted a man took control but he quickly realized things didn't quite have to follow their formulas. Ishtar made her case easily enough.
The words didn't quite squeak out of him but they certainly held that same spirit.]
Um... How does he usually do things? This is my first time.
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Date: 2023-04-18 05:37 pm (UTC)[With her hands gripping his shoulders she insists that he lay back more so he can enjoy her rather than trying to please her. Because, believe it or not, she's already well enough pleased with him. Once he's lying back she lifts up on her knees. Holding herself above him so he can watch her showy display.
Ishtar's hands begin bellow her breasts. Trailing down the smooth expanse of her stomach and further down still. When the goddess reaches the crotch of her thong she carefully peels it away. Sure, she could dismiss it, but there's something wild about leaving clothes on, sometimes. About having a forbidden peek at what lies underneath. He'll see her glory. The pink folds swollen with the excitement that has built within her while she teased him, while she sucked him. Yes, taking him in her mouth did help her along some, and she won't deny it. Using her forefinger and middle finger she spreads her outer lips to display her glistening folds between them. Radiating heat and color as the muscles there twitch from being exposed to the open air.]
Would you let me? Would you let me have this first time, then? I'll take it. I'll cradle you with my body and lead you through this uncharted territory. Do you want that?
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Date: 2023-04-23 10:40 pm (UTC)[His voice caught so sharply in his throat, he might have squeaked were he not more careful. Had she begun undressing first, he might not have been ready but his stomach tightened at her proposal--something lewd and depraved only in words until she proved it with the way she urged him to sit and watch. Acquainted with the feeling of her palms and fingers, her display let his imagination run its course. Achingly hard, he felt control slip so far from his hands that the fabric of his own spell managed to give him the subtle impression that he'd been caught up in it just as she kept him pinned so still just with her undressing.
His mouth opened somewhat, an inaudible gasp escaping him. He swore the existence of mixed baths might have prepared him for it but there was a stark difference between being naked and being intimate. Kisuke's eyes were washing over Ishtar from the moment she swept her fingers over her frame to the way she spread herself and treated him to the difference between being wet from a bath and arousal. Swallowing, he found her eyes with a bit of a struggle to pry from between her legs, meekly beckoning her. Just the sight of her so close was...]
If you'll... Please? Will I fit?
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Date: 2023-04-23 11:08 pm (UTC)[Her free hand reaches down to cup her palm around the underside of his natural curve. Goodness, he's so warm. Is that on purpose, or just a happy little addition? Ah, either way she could just gobble him up. She'll miss this Kisuke when he's "gone," but perhaps that's what makes him so special. Her perfect little treat — as rare as he is pleasing.
That hand steadies him upright as she lowers her hips to drag her wet folds along his length. Ishtar sighs softly at the delicate friction as it brings minimal but welcome relief.]
But I am the goddess of love and fertility. No matter your size I will find a way to fit you, to please you. Even if you stretch me to the point that I am molded specifically to your tantalizing shape. Tell me, Kisuke... do you want it? Do you want this core of divinity to accept your most lewd and base desires?
[With every question she rolls her hips. Smearing her arousal on him and angling herself so that her clit drags selfishly against his stiffness. Oh, it's she who wants him. She desires to feel him oh-so-intimately. She wants to drown in his cries and savor his taste. She wants him so blissful that he becomes putty in her palms.]
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Date: 2023-04-24 12:42 am (UTC)It would feel... [Better than that? It wasn't simply how soft she'd been but the way her hips shifted to rock against him moved him just slightly. She was using her thighs and her backside to rub his and every sensual movement had him shifting in anticipation and throbbing with want. His engorged member was buzzing and his head was swimming to match it. Maybe, with time, he'd figure out more attractive and loving words for her. Hopefully he knew what to say when a beautiful woman saw fix to grace him with such ministrations but he breathed out his words with some fuss.]
This is already too... but, it would be better inside you, wouldn't it? [Only somewhat, he sat up on his elbows in the hopes that he could look a bit more in control of himself but the words scarcely found their mark by the end. His eyes were wide with shock and awe at the embarrassing words that passed his lips, spilling out awkwardly in the hopes that she wouldn't find them unappealing to hear.]
I want to feel what you're like, Goddess... in your core.
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Date: 2023-04-24 04:39 pm (UTC)The differences of their size makes their union quite lewd. Even as she takes him half way the shape of him shows just ever so slightly against her abdomen. This vessel may be soft, but it also keeps quite trim. So her hand grabs his wrist. Takes him to press up against her where he shows so he can feel the evidence of himself inside her.]
There you are. How does it feel to be taken by a goddess? To fill her up so easily? This goddess of love and fertility will grant your wish and make this union a dream come true.
[Letting her head lull back she lets out a lascivious moan as Kisuke's palm is pressed into her. She can feel the pressure and how it squeezes everything. Feeling him so acutely inside her.]
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Date: 2023-04-24 11:55 pm (UTC)A-Ah, that's so-- [He still could take a breath but the words escaped him. He was caught between wanting more and to continue experiencing that moment, sensitive to the heat she'd bathed him with and how soft she'd been--until she took him in. Wreathed in her heat, Kisuke found his stomach tensing and his fingers tightened to whitened knuckles at the fabric of his spell as he simply tried to avoid ruining it by moving when Ishtar's smile assured him she knew precisely how to move. He wanted to breathe proper but held off when he found himself with his eyes glued to the glistening point of their union, her folds spreading to take him in. With her urging, he spread his fingers and palm to smooth over her skin. Feeling that bump, gentle and apparent when he touched her, Kisuke loosed the last breath he held. He felt it leave him in a shudder, his member throbbing as the subtle flexes of her inner muscles gave the impression that Ishtar had no intention to let him go.
Though he smiled, it was shy and burning with the embarrassment that came quite easily from drinking in her body so intently. Kisuke panted, trying to catch his breath when he found his other and run up her thigh as if she'd need it to keep steady. He was sure he could make an excuse to touch her later.]
Wa... Was it easy? You're squeezing me tightly but you're just so... relaxed? [Finally leaning back again, he groaned out a word while trying to work on his focus. While he was finding his words.]
I would have c-come for sure by now if you hadn't already taken me in mouth...
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Date: 2023-05-11 04:35 pm (UTC)[Poor Kisuke. Bombarded with lewd questions and not even given a chance to answer. After all, she does know just how to move, and she begins riding him more properly. Her hands find his to forcibly take him hand-in-hand. Fingers laced like lovers as she explores the length of his hard cock eagerly with her body. The weight of her seems lighter than a feather when she lifts, but as Ishtar descends and she collides with Kisuke's hips it seems to come back. It's apparent that the goddess is intent on making him feel the force of her "love" as they collide. Their bodies making a symphony of bare skin and slick, sweet friction.
She yearns for his release. To see him spent and gasping for air with nothing but her name on his lips. Ishtar intends to see Kisuke submit to a type of worship without devious grins or calculating eyes. She will have his love in a whole new flavor.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 10:07 pm (UTC)I just want--
[She rolled her hips and it drew a hesitant gasp from him, unable to keep himself quiet the more she drew that feather-like voice of hers to his ear and layered it with spice and bite. He wanted more of her but the right words fell apart in favor of the little pleas that escaped instead. The sweat shared between them and the slick heat of their arousal was leaving a glistening sheen on their thighs to which he could only wondered how they would look once it all came undone. He swallowed his words and a few words that might have sounded a bit raunchier if he formed them any more coherently and without the lovely distraction that had been the beautiful shape of her body when she rode him, soft curves and muscle flexing to please his eyes and him by far. Her thin, soft fingers wove with his and he squeezed her gently compared to the way she'd been squeezing him--almost as if she'd been trying to make him come even harder than before.]
You! I want you to... A-Are you?