[ the line strikes uncomfortably close to the truth for blade. a desire to be good, to be worthy, to satisfy his partner beyond what they thought were the limits of pleasure—there was a time, in a past life, when all of these things would have described blade, or the man he was before he was blade. before his arrival here, he hadn't thought of it in decades, but circumstances being what they are... blade swallows hard, focusing as best he can on the words rin says. it's difficult, with her body clenching and quivering around him the way it is, sparking sensation along his nerves, but he manages to gather enough of his attention to understand. ]
I won't.
[ at first, blade barely pulls out. his first thrust is slow, short but deep, slipping back maybe half an inch before he slides purposefully back in. rin is so tight around him, it seems almost impossible that her body will ever relax enough to allow him to fuck her the way she wants to be fucked—but she seems confident, and blade will just have to trust that.
and indeed, as blade moves inside her he can feel rin relaxing in increments, the impossible grip of her cunt loosening little by little until it's easier for him to move. his thrusts lengthen, then, drawing back further each time he pulls out, only to press back into her in an equally steady motion. not hard yet, although they'll certainly get there. blade just wants to make sure she really feels it. ]
[While her brow still knits together forming creases, Rin's lips draw into a smile most contented. Eventually her body eases to his size, and by the time Blade is moving she's clutching the side of the desk. Stabilizing her position and giving herself a bit of leverage to meet him as he drives back into the clutch of her body.
The hand that's free palms her breast before firmly cupping it. Slender fingers curl as Rin's index and thumb pinch the stiff peak of her nipple to roll and tease it as Blade fucks her. The rhythm of his body sends waves of pleasure rolling through her nerves and every time he pulls back she finds herself eager for him to sink back into the tight grip of her cunt.]
Yes, just like that. I almost dare to say you're as skilled with your dick as you are with your tongue. If I end up crying out your name during your evaluation I may even grant you a bonus.
[Their "movie scene" is little more than just flavor for her anymore. She doesn't really care much about acting at this point, and instead just uses it as a way to frame her praise. The ache which her body feels with each thrust, the dull throb of discomfort from their size difference, is actually a delight to her. A little pleasure, a little pain. Each piece adding to a heightened experience that thrills her heart and gets her blood pumping. Should she be sore after she'd view it much like the fleeting and satisfactory agony following a truly grueling workout.]
[ the more rin's body adjusts to accommodate him, the more determined blade's movements grow, his thrusts still slow and measured but pushing deep with every rock of his hips. he may be an inexperienced lover but he at least isn't a selfish one, in this regard—he seeks out the places that make rin's thighs tense or her body quake, and he aims for them again and again, angling his cock so that it scrapes over her sensitive inner walls with every stroke and bringing his free hand down so he can press his thumb against her clit.
he doesn't rub, exactly. he just applies steady pressure and lets the rocking movements of their bodies create friction, his fingers splayed out over the bulge of his own cock inside rin's body, pressing down each time he bottoms out inside her. she's so fucking tight it makes him dizzy, and each time she clenches in a sweet ripple around him it makes blade's fingers twitch where they're wrapped around rin's thigh, but he steadies himself as best he can so that he can please her as best he can. ]
Understood, ma'am, [ he murmurs back, although for blade too the film is no longer anything more than a framing device. he doesn't have it in him to act, and he barely remembers the cameras; all of his senses are full of rin, and that's how he'd rather it be. ]
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I won't.
[ at first, blade barely pulls out. his first thrust is slow, short but deep, slipping back maybe half an inch before he slides purposefully back in. rin is so tight around him, it seems almost impossible that her body will ever relax enough to allow him to fuck her the way she wants to be fucked—but she seems confident, and blade will just have to trust that.
and indeed, as blade moves inside her he can feel rin relaxing in increments, the impossible grip of her cunt loosening little by little until it's easier for him to move. his thrusts lengthen, then, drawing back further each time he pulls out, only to press back into her in an equally steady motion. not hard yet, although they'll certainly get there. blade just wants to make sure she really feels it. ]
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The hand that's free palms her breast before firmly cupping it. Slender fingers curl as Rin's index and thumb pinch the stiff peak of her nipple to roll and tease it as Blade fucks her. The rhythm of his body sends waves of pleasure rolling through her nerves and every time he pulls back she finds herself eager for him to sink back into the tight grip of her cunt.]
Yes, just like that. I almost dare to say you're as skilled with your dick as you are with your tongue. If I end up crying out your name during your evaluation I may even grant you a bonus.
[Their "movie scene" is little more than just flavor for her anymore. She doesn't really care much about acting at this point, and instead just uses it as a way to frame her praise. The ache which her body feels with each thrust, the dull throb of discomfort from their size difference, is actually a delight to her. A little pleasure, a little pain. Each piece adding to a heightened experience that thrills her heart and gets her blood pumping. Should she be sore after she'd view it much like the fleeting and satisfactory agony following a truly grueling workout.]
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he doesn't rub, exactly. he just applies steady pressure and lets the rocking movements of their bodies create friction, his fingers splayed out over the bulge of his own cock inside rin's body, pressing down each time he bottoms out inside her. she's so fucking tight it makes him dizzy, and each time she clenches in a sweet ripple around him it makes blade's fingers twitch where they're wrapped around rin's thigh, but he steadies himself as best he can so that he can please her as best he can. ]
Understood, ma'am, [ he murmurs back, although for blade too the film is no longer anything more than a framing device. he doesn't have it in him to act, and he barely remembers the cameras; all of his senses are full of rin, and that's how he'd rather it be. ]