“Z-Zhafiranhæir...?”
This girl had some kind of vendetta against saying his name right.
Her skin glimmered with sweat bundled up from the intensity of their activity, completely flushed, her legs trembling slightly. The red blush on her face now travels from her face to her chest and shoulders… His gaze goes downwards to her partially parted legs. Her panties are damp, and he can’t help himself to take a closer look. He shifts to lean down, brushing his mouth over the thin cloth covering her. He kisses her softly, and then laps at her once he pushes the fabric to the side, her moans grew louder which served as music to his ears.
He gently removes the clothing from her completely , placing it at the back edge of the bed instead of tossing it to the side like the other clothing, then he practically dives between her legs. Ripping an erotic scream from his princess, her body writhes and jolts with every lick he makes, especially sucking hard on the bump just above her slit.
Her grip on the pillow behind her loosened, she wanted to touch him; she didn’t know whether to push him away from this overwhelming sensation or to drag him deeper, her mind was at a loss and she couldn’t think straight at all. It all feels too good; her body is practically melting into a putty served on a golden platter for him ready for him to feast upon it.
And feasting he was.
Even as she let out another loud moan, it was only when he felt fingers in his hair, pulling his head backwards and away from her when he realised exactly what happened. She hiccups, loss for words as her brain was practically mush at this stage, letting his soft strands go as her hand drifts from his hair to clasp over her mouth to bite once more, and the other gripping the sheet below her beside her head.
Letting the girl recover, he watches as her hand is let free once more as he slips his pants and underwear off completely, tossing it behind him probably where he tossed the other clothing before readjusting her legs wider for him.
“Y-Yours is blue, are all Eldians’ thing blue…?”
“It’s blue because it’s the color of my crystal and eyes.”
“Oh…”
Their lips connect in a deep and loving kiss, his tongue fights past her lips to enter her mouth, and she whines, letting his tongue roam around as it pleases before it finds hers and pries it to play. Finally letting go of the sheet below her, she wraps both her arms around his head to draw him closer as he gently pushes her body flat onto the bed. Zhafiran gently parts her legs apart further, gripping her softly - not wanting to hurt her - with one hand on her hip. Titling his body towards her, he grinds against her, causing her lips to pop off of his to cry out in pleasure.
He moves back and forth, teasing her opening continuously, her head snaps to turn her face away once more which exposes her neck to him while letting out a lengthy sigh. He licks her neck before sucking on her, her body is brought towards him more by arching her back off the bed. Her tail flicks itself back to reattach itself around his leg as he presses just inside of her, rocking his hips slowly, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of her swallowing him.
Her body stills as she tries to tolerate the pain and discomfort, he’s oversized and she’s got a tinier frame than her beloved Knight. A small pained whimper escapes her which makes him pause for her to adjust, while all she could do was hold onto him while accepting his treatment. “I can stop, princess...” He whispers into her ear soft words, moving a hand to stroke her nub while he uses his other to groom her hair.
She whimpers something that resembles a ‘no’ before gaining the courage to speak, “i-it’s okay…!” She’s once again too weak to match up to her Knight, “y-you can move.” She lied, she knows if he moves now, it’ll only hurt more for her. She wanted to be able to do this for him, for him to feel good instead of her, but as if he could read her mind, he shakes his head.
“I won’t move until I know you’re okay, no matter how long it takes.”
“Let me do this for you—!” She’s interrupted with another deep kiss, making her mind pull all attention towards the way his tongue pried into her mouth. Her body soon forgets the pain after moments slip by, and wordlessly, Zhafiran understood that he could continue. After he inches himself into her at a time, he fits half of him in, and Nayrorei can’t help but think the feeling could be similar to a wet, warm and flexible pole being shoved inside of her.
Except, this pole made her body shiver with a feeling she couldn’t quite grasp the wording for. She wasn’t able to comprehend it as pain nor pleasure, but she figured it was because he was still.
Her eyes were lidded as she gazed at their connection, it was erotic, even if only half of him could fit inside her comfortably. Her arms unwrap from around his neck to grip the sheets below her once more, she couldn’t stop herself from panting and moaning softly to herself. She almost death-grips the sheets from just him remaining still in there, how is she going to fair when he starts moving? If her mind was in shambles as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, her Knight was quick to notice this.
“Does it still hurt, princess?” He worriedly asks, cupping her cheek with one of his palms, using his thumb to wipe away the tear forming. Unsure how to help her lest he continue his previous methods. “I’m fine… I just feel… weird.” She whines, “not bad weird… so you can move.” He figured that was his signal to continue, so he pulled back to languidly thrust in and out of her, watching how her eyes closed and her head flops back onto the bed while her mouth drops open to moan.
Her hands let go of the sheets below her and frantically look for another surface to grip onto until she meets with the pillow above her head and latches onto them once more. A low growl escapes Zhafiran’s chest, the sight of her being so lost in pleasure already, and she feels so good, making him grunt and shudder every time he fills her.
He moves over and over, until his thrusts grow hard and fast when he sees Nayrorei’s reactions turn more to his favor, causing Nayrorei to cry out and writhe erratically underneath him. “Aaah!” She cries, overstimulated by his actions, releasing on him. He grunted as her heat gripped strongly onto him, but he kept his pace which caused her to thrash her head side to side. Her small framed body reaches to the edge once again, with her Knight still thrusting, until she’s sobbing from the continued waves of pleasure that washed over her nerves.
“Nnn, N-Nayrorei.” He was so deep. He moved over and over and over; though she released twice in a row, she could feel a third one thriving its way throughout her body. Her throat started to get sore from her constant pleas and moans. She creaks an eye just barely open to look at him, tears making way down her cheeks and her face completely flushed. He’s looking at her, with pure, wholehearted love while in the throes of his own pleasure. Her face contorts, closing her eyes once more as he makes a particularly hard thrust, bouncing her body up.
“I-I'm close–!” His pants grew harder as his end neared. His thrusts became erratic, hinting he wanted to pull out of her before he got to his breaking point but Nayrorei's legs didn’t move from his waist, instead, dragged him closer to her.
“P-Please!” She cries.
“No—!“
“I want t-to feel… Ahh—!“ She’s cut off again by a scream forcing its way out from her throat as her small frame is forced into another orgasm, her back arched off the bed as her heat milks him, and he shudders. He pants her name out, over and over like a mantra before he rips himself out from the grip of her legs, forcing himself out of her as he spills himself over her body.
She’s exhausted and doesn’t move, but shudders and twitches from the overwhelming aftermath of her orgasms as she tries to catch her breath with her Knight; he’s the first to recover his composure. Flopping onto his side of his completely flushed princess. He can’t help but feel a little accomplished.
“Why… Why did you—”
“You’re utterly crazy if you think I’m sending our child out to fight our battle.” He chuckles breathlessly, “I don’t care what your father might have pinned into your head but I’m your Knight and I decide what we do now, not him.” She curls over to him, her face still dripping tears either from their activity or because of the outcome.
“I-I’m scared…”
“I know…” He brought her close to him. “I am too, but I will figure something out, I promise.” He shifted himself off the bed to grab towels from her bed cupboard before he walked back to dry her off from his mess on her. “Sorry about the mess, princess.” She pouted as he rubbed the towel on her chest, he momentarily stopped, looking confused at her.
“What? I said I was sorry.”
“‘Princess.’” She repeated his words in a mockery version of his voice. He chuckles, now knowing what she meant. “Fine, fine, Nayrorei~” he sang before swooping in for a quick and sweet kiss from her soft lips. Her face erupts into a blush again when he pulls away, lifting her short body into the air with his powers and bringing forth her comfy sheets from underneath to cover her once he placed her back onto the bed.
He dresses himself up with his clothes again, making the tired girl look at him in confusion as she yawns. She whimpers as he looks back at her with a comical grin, “don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” She tilted her head, as if to silently ask where he was going. “I’m going to get us some food and I’ll be right back, I promise.” And with a small pout, she leaned back down onto the bed to rest while she waited for him, watching him unlock her bedroom door as he blew a kiss at her.
“Tir ambru teuyu, Nayrorei~” Was all he said before he shut the door, leaving his princess hiding herself in the sheets to tame her wild blush that reawakened across her face.