candybox | OPEN POST: Claude von Riegan - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[ She lifts her head when he speaks, and since he received it so well the first time, she ventures to kiss him again. This time, she lets it linger, and while her inexperience makes it a rather artless kiss, she makes up for it with enthusiasm. It's true that fate did drop him in her lap, but he's been sweet to her since he'd managed to overcome his fear upon their first meeting--enough to endear him to her. They've shared a meal, drank tea, gazed at the stars together. His eyes are a brilliant shade of green, reminding her of the people she's lost, as if they'd sent him to her somehow so she wouldn't be alone anymore. The crest in his blood sings to her, possibly without either of them realizing it.

Running primarily on instinct at this point, she licks his lips gingerly and kisses him yet again. She wants to be closer to him. Does he want that, too? She wishes she knew how to ask, but if he didn't enjoy it he was free to push her away--none of her movements thus far have been forceful or insistent. ]

[Khalid's at a loss without a clever mouth he can put to good use, but this is at least something not hindered by language barriers, and so her inexperience isn't something he minds at all. His lips part to deepen the kiss, his fingers twining into her hair. He still feels a twinge of guilt, but he knows he'll only feel even more guilty if he doesn't let her experience the warmth she wants so badly at all.

Once he breaks off the kiss, he presses their foreheads together, taking the time to breathe in her scent just as she had for him. He might not understand all her behaviour, but he can certainly try to imitate what's familiar to her, regardless.]

[ It pleases her inordinately when Khalid holds their faces together, inhaling her scent. He'll be able to find her again, this way, if he remembers how she smells. They share in more kisses, but soon she has to sit up and cast off the fur that covers them. It's much too warm, too restricting, but even when she fans her wings out to cool down it only does so much to help. Her pulse is still racing, her breath too quick.

She understands what she's feeling--she's touched herself before. She's been alone too long to have no knowledge of her own body and the pleasure she can give herself with her own hands, but she's never had anyone else there with her before. She's never had a mate of her own.

Byleth says Khalid's name again, but there's an underlying need in her voice this time that transcends language and culture. ]

[She's breathtaking, in a word, and for a moment when she sits up and fans her wings, he realises this sight will always be inscribed into his memory -- into his heart. It's enough to quell his constantly racing thoughts, to just settle on the thought that right now, this is all he wants.

He's not used to this, to just following his instincts like she does. Right now, though, it doesn't seem so bad.]

You're so beautiful, Byleth. [He murmurs, sitting up, running his hands along her scaled flanks.] If I could keep you forever...

[But she's no one's to keep, of course, as precious a find as she is. He plants kisses along her neck and collarbone, trailing down to her sternum.]

[ Khalid will find her scales are soft and smooth under his fingers, not like the armored hide of a wyvern’s back. Even the inhuman parts of her are warm and inviting, gleaming in the low fire light.

His lips against her skin are a new sensation to her, so different from the distant memories of the loving kisses of her parents. Everywhere he touches feels like a flame licking over her, but it’s a pleasant burn and she yearns for more. Her breath catches when he kisses down her chest, and she combs her fingers through his hair to pull him close.

Suffice to say, he isn’t the only one who won’t be able to forget this night.

As before, she seeks to close the distance between them, straddling his lap to perch on his knees so she can wrap her arms around him while her tail drapes down between his legs. With an affectionate whisper, she kisses the top of his head and sighs. ]

[If she'd wanted to cool down, this certainly won't help, but for his part he's enjoying how surprisingly warm and soft she is. He nuzzles against her skin like he'd seen her do against his cheek, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of her hand in his hair, before resuming his kisses. His hot mouth stops at her nipple, licking and teasing at the nub, while a hand reaches to grope at her breast.

He's sure if he oversteps at any point she'll tell him, even with the language barrier. Until then, he's more than happy to continue.]

[ Cooling down had been the initial goal, yes, but maybe it's better to burn. Maybe it's better to let him set a fire under her skin. Her wings still spread out behind her, but when he kisses and squeezes her breasts, she can feel the heat down even to the tip of her tail. It makes her moan, a soft and needy sound.

She wants to return the favor but she's unsure if he'll enjoy the same things she does, given their differences, but she lets one of her hands slide down to his chest, her blunt nails grazing down his skin to his own nipple. Is it sensitive like hers? She circles it with her fingertip, pinching lightly. ]

[Hearing her moan gives him a dull thrill of pleasure. He's not quite so sensitive as she is, but he still lets out a breath as she pinches his nipple. Meeting her gaze as she touches him, he moves his hands to her back, feeling where the smooth skin of her shoulderblades changes to the ridged scales of the base of her wings. He's still amazed a being like her can exist, a thought that he doesn't bother to hide from his expression as he gazes at her.]

[ He likes it, but not as much, it seems. There’s no way for her to ask him what he likes, either, so she resorts to experimentation. Her hands venture south, fingers trailing down along the muscles of his abdomen.

She knows from experience that the apex of her thighs is especially sensitive, and though Khalid is different from her, maybe that holds true for him as well. She’s seen animals mating over the years, and while some have extensive courtship rituals, there’s often very little preamble to the act itself—no lingering touches before or after.

Byleth doesn’t want it to be like that for them, though. Her hands are deliberate as she feels the planes of his muscles, the texture of his skin. She kisses him again, eager to please. When her fingers brush his cock, it’s a tentative thing. She watches his face for a reaction. ]

[He bites his lip in a stifled moan, and it takes a great deal of self-control not to buck into her touch. So perhaps his body is much more eager than he'd like to let on -- what of it? Even to surrender this level of control to her is more than he expected from someone as closed off as he is.]

Go on. [He whispers, closing his eyes and kissing the warm ridge of her collarbone.] Don't stop.

[It doesn't matter if she can understand him, so long as she can see or hear how he feels.]

[ She can't understand his words but she hardly needs to when his body speaks just as clearly. A little more confidently this time, she takes him in hand. She's still not experienced--that much is obvious--but what she lacks in practice she makes up for in her earnest, open desire. Her grip is a little too light, but better that than too hard with strength like hers.

Byleth's free hand doesn't stay free too long; she seeks her own pleasure as well, running her fingers over her slick folds. The sounds she makes are not entirely human, soft crooning whines and moans. She says his name, too, as if he hung the stars somehow.

As she grows more aroused, Khalid will undoubtedly feel the ambient temperature increase as heat rolls off her body like she's running a furnace in her ribs. Sweat beads on her skin, streaking down to drip onto his skin, or the fur beneath them. ]

OPEN POST: Claude von Riegan - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

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