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[She could have, or at least should have figured it out, but all temptations she may have had to take care of her own physical desires she certainly felt too ashamed to carry through with. When she feels Izaya's lips back at her face, she wants to look at him, to see his beautiful lashes and smile, but her eyes flutter closed when he touches her fully, skin on skin.

Belladonna's moans are more pronounced now, sharper, and she can feel her heart beating in her ears. Although she doesn't cover her face again, she does put a hand at his neck, thumb stroking his skin as her body begins to open up to him, wetting his fingers.]

(Being a virgin means Izaya has to take certain things slower than he already has, it means that he has to make sure he fits as to not hurt her when he finally enters her tiny body, so he's got a plan, of course. It looks like she's getting used to the touch, his fingers newfound wetness indicating that it's working - so he has a plan to deploy now.

He presses one last kiss to her cheek before he descends again, this time not stopping by her breasts on his trail of kisses, but to her pelvis, before he looks up for confirmation that this is okay - if she gives him, his tongue replaces his digits, while he slowly inserts his index finger inside, the movements delicate so to not hurt and to have her grow accustomed to the sensation.)

[She does, of course, give him the indication to go ahead that he's looking for. But that said, even though she should anticipate what he's about to do, when he does put his tongue to her clit and adds to that a sensation of a finger inside of her, she can't help the look of surprise on her face, the way she sucks in a breath.

There's having a general knowledge and understanding of how sex works from an educational perspective, and then there's what they don't talk about in school. What your mother doesn't explain to you when you're going through puberty. All of this is far beyond anything she may have expected...but that isn't to say she's complaining.

Belladonna whimpers, just slightly, her hands settling on her stomach, fingers tense--she doesn't know where to put them. And it's already overwhelming, she can hardly even watch him the way she wants to. And is it shameful, she wonders, to want to watch? Her body feels like it's growing outside of her own control, and without the added influence of aphrodisiacs, it's intimidating to succumb to it and trust he won't let her drown.]

(His tongue works with care, not to overwhelm her way too much and bring her too close to the edge before they've even gotten started. It's his finger that does the most work, and when he feels she's properly slippery and used to its presence, he'll add a second one, praying quietly that it doesn't hurt her.

His other hand rests around a thigh as he sucks in her clit, as to keep her in place in case her instinct has her moving too much, his thumb caressing the velvety skin as he inserts his fingers as far as they'll go. There's a question lurking in his mind, and he lets the tiny button slide between his teeth before he asks.)

Do you think you're ready? Does it hurt?

[He's good at what he does, too good, just like the rest of him, she thinks. So wonderfully terrible, so thoroughly full of awful blackness. There's something unraveling inside of her at the tip of his teeth, fingers, and tongue. Is that, perhaps, its own sort of darkness?

It is, after all, a sin. The kind of sin that had never been on her mind, before. Not even with Arriman. Her fantasies were always innocent, clinical, and so full of causing significant tragedy.

The sounds she's making, she doesn't recognize them as her own voice. Feels like the space she's in is somewhere altogether outside of the physical. At some point between more fingers testing the elasticity of her inner walls and her thighs being kept from bucking, her hands had come to grip at his hair; it isn't an action Belladonna recalls.]

No--it, it doesn't hurt.

[But is she ready? It's a question that she doesn't actually know the answer to. All she can do is follow the signals her body is sending her, the boiling of her blood in her veins. Belladonna gives him a nod.]

I trust you.

(But, like, she shouldn't. Izaya attacks her clit just a little bit more, just as a goodbye note before he ascends to remove his belt and unzip his pants. He needs to be a little bit harder than he is, but once again, he knows the best way to do things is with patience - so without removing his black boxers, Izaya takes her little hand into his to place his lips upon before directing it towards his erection.

Instructing the stroking movement, he lets out a groan as he closes his eyes to focus on what his body is asking of him.)

[It's a completely different experience, putting her hands on him, especially his most private area, regardless of it still being covered (which she assumes is a courtesy he's affording her). Her touch, unsurprisingly, is hesitant, but with his instruction she feels encouraged.

And then, at the sound of his pleasure, she feels a bit more emboldened. She glances up at his face, the way his eyes are closed, and gives in to an impulse that she'd ordinarily never even entertain.

Sliding forward to lower herself down on her knees, Belladonna leans in and plants a kiss on the form of the hardening shaft hidden behind his boxers.]

(The moment Belladonna becomes wholly predictable will most likely be the moment Izaya loses interest. Right now, however, she proves the complete opposite to him - that he hasn't gotten her all figured out yet. Isn't that just marvelous? A delightful myriad of possibilities unfolding from her own human core, even if she differs from what he categorizes as one, after all.

He fucking loves it. He simply adores being astounded and proved wrong, and what he thought would be a lot of him instructing and teaching has changed into a much more interesting game with how her warm breath caresses him under the fabric, lips teasing something he wouldn't even dare to imagine from Belladonna. Ah, he's obviously going to allow her to figure things out, a hand tucking some of her golden hair behind her ear. He's smiling silly for all the wrong reasons.)

Edited 2021-06-14 22:29 (UTC)

[In absolutely no uncertain terms, Belladonna doesn't know at all what she's doing. It was such an impulsive sort of action, and just before she begins to doubt herself again she feels his touch, and looks up to see his smiling face. The fact that there's something altogether sinister behind that smile? It makes her adore it even more.

With that propelling her forward, she takes a breath and continues to take her daring initiative. Her hands move to his hips, carefully hooking her fingers at the waistband of his underwear so she can pull it down his legs. Being face-to-face with male genitalia is, well, it's daunting, in a way she supposes it shouldn't be.

Still, she wraps a hand around his shaft again, stroking him in the way he showed her, and this time her lips touch plant a sweet kiss on the tip.]

(At least she isn't face-to-face with a daunting, enormous cock. It's just average, thank God for all involved. His eyes shut even more, eyebrows nearly touching as he allows himself to concentrate on the feeling of tauntingly warm lips upon the tip. It took all the self-control he has not to buck his hips when the groan left his mouth, breathing heavy as he caressed her scalp.

All he can do is encourage in a situation like this.)

[Can you imagine poor, sweet Belladonna just abruptly getting smacked in the face with an impressively meaty cock? This would be a very different thread.

In any case, she's much less intimidated by its size and more just by what it is and what it means to be so intimate, but Izaya's movements and noises keep her feeling courageous, and her heart hammers as she dares to use her tongue. It doesn't quite occur to her to try and put him in her mouth, so instead, for now, she slowly moves her mouth over his head and down his shaft, her hotter, wetter kisses dancing around the movement of her hand.

All the while, she keeps her eyes up at his face, watching for any indication that she should stop what she's doing.]

(It doesn't occur to her and he doesn't plan to tell her. It's one of these things that is just much more fascinating to watch her figure things out herself, and he's sure that if not today, eventually she'll have the brilliant idea to patent a blowjob... Given that she came up with this herself.

No reason to tell her to stop, not for a good while as he encourages her with his noises, guiding her with the hand that rests in her head. What's most important, though, is that after a while, he'll breathe in to let her know a very important thing.)

We better get going, or else I'll end up finishing just with this.

(And he sure doesn't want to cum on her face on a first time, please, this is a Denny's.)

[Still holding onto his erection with one hand she looks up, backing her face up. There's a startled look on her face as she repeats his sentiment.]

F-finish?

[A look of recognition passes over her and she lowers her voice, as if they could possibly be overheard. That it even mattered.]

You mean...an orgasm?

(How is it that she's embarrassed to say orgasm while literally holding a dick in her hand is beyond him, but well, that's part of the reason why he just loves the unpredictable!

It even twitches a little, just because of the wave of excitement that ran through him.)

Exactly. Had I given you one, we could keep going, but if I happen to have one too soon, we'll have to wait a little bit.

[Belladonna, having yet to have a proper orgasm, herself, of course wonders to herself about it. A part of her thought that maybe she had one, already? Obviously, she doesn't know the difference.

Well, he's the expert, so she's just going to follow his judgment.

Releasing her personal hold on him, she stands up so she can plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.]

What shall I do, now?

(Definitely not the expert. This could be the last time Izaya ever has sex in his entire life, and he'd be completely fine with it. It wouldn't make a difference for him at all... And his experience is not so vast at the end of the day...

His nose gently caresses her skin before he guides her to lie down, a kiss pressed to her jaw as she does so. Getting on top is quite easy to do right afterward, back to letting his lips work on making her feel comfortable and relaxed. It's all a matter of allowing her to become comfortable with each step of the way, so now that he has gotten so with cock, he decides to join all knowledge by taking his hand to position the tip against her clit to rub.)

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[The intensity of Belladonna's arousal had subdued into a dull throb as she had taken the time to explore Izaya's body, but it's quick to come back as soon as he lays down over top of her. The head of his dick touches her enflamed clitoris and the teasing escalates the pacing of her breaths. Her face flushing harder, she runs her hands through his hair, wanting to keep him close, closer.

What starts as a physical desire moves rapidly toward what begins to feel like a deep-seeded ache inside of her, hips straining up off the bed. Even though she doesn't have any words she can think to express, her body does the talking, urging him to plunge inside.]

(With how her body is reacting, and how her breathing is intense, Izaya knows that the longer he teases her, the more reactions he's going to get - does Bella run out of patience, he wonders? Ah, but it's better to check that another time.

Right now, he's more focused on taking a deep breath and inserting his cock, little by little, careful not to tear or to hurt the girl beneath him. Mostly, he's thrusting solely the head inside, until he feels confident enough to push all of himself in. A gasp escapes him when he finally makes it, and he takes a moment to look at her, blushed and yearning for him. Izaya pushes any thoughts aside, for now, distracting himself by kissing her lips as he ultimately builds up a pace.)

[Izaya will, of course, at least get to enjoy the sight of Belladonna's full reaction. A myriad of different micro-expressions cross her face, from involuntary surprise to pleasure to mild pain. It doesn't hurt, not really, after all the work he put in to prime her body for this very moment, but the sensation is so different from all the previous ones, even from his fingers, that she can't stop herself from instinctively balking at the intrusion.

That said, as much as her body tenses, it quickly relaxes again, and Belladonna lets out a moan caught halfway between shock and pleasure. He kisses her, and she reciprocates, her arms wrapping around his back to encourage the way their bodies slide together, overcome by the intimacy of the shared experience.]

(It's not pleasant for her at first and he knows it, it must feel rather strange to have a body within one's own, and from experience, he reckons that no amount of finger and tongue can fully prepare one to a full length loosening a space that is so tight that it has Izaya groaning into the kiss that they're sharing.

More importantly than the heat surrounding his cock is how she is reacting to it - it's always going to be the number one priority in Izaya's mind, even in a time like this. He'll do what he can to see how she'll handle things from now on, including taking fingers to her clit to massage as he quickens the pace.)

[It's all she can do to breathe herself through the experience, her emotions about as high as her body's senses. What she's being given, she feels, is enough. More than enough. The feeling of fullness, the warmth of his body in and around her, the sound of his pleasure tickling her skin between kisses. Her lashes are brushing against her cheeks, so she doesn't see how much he may be examining her.

She isn't expecting him to stimulate her in both spots, which is perhaps foolish of her, but it's not as if she has any frame of reference beyond what they've already done. Belladonna lets out a squeal of surprise, her hips arching up into him at the immediate boost in pleasure that rockets upward through the rest of her body, and she presses her face into his collar, mouth hot against his neck.

The pain is still there, an underlying punctuation, but it's harder and harder to pay it any mind the more intently he moves in her and against her. She breathes hard, a knot in her throat and her head foggy.]

I feel strange.

[Strange, but certainly not bad. Overpowered by her own physicality in a way that she can't explain, her threads of thought spilling in tangles off her tongue.]

(The longer this goes on, the more Izaya disconnects from his own mind, moving much more as dictates instinct than his brain - albeit his instincts probably differ from most. It becomes automatic, little by little, the way his mind puts together his perceptions of how she reacts to each time he thrusts inside her, appreciating each moan and squeal she is willing to bear for him to see and hear.

This whole ordeal would have been painfully romantic, had he not been who he is, had he not have an agenda behind it, and there's a pang of panic inside him that translates into a deep thrust, a slowing of the pace while he shoves his own humanity back into a mental closet, distracting himself by pressing kisses to the side of her head, her temples, wherever his lips reach. Is he opening up to her? Can't be -- and then words hit his ears.)

Strange? Do you want to stop?

[He asks if she wants him to stop and Belladonna lets out a soft groan of protest, maddening by the way his pace slows and he pushes farther into her than he has before. Each of his kisses are fire on her skin.]

No, please, don't!

[It's a hushed sort of begging, a desperation just as much in her voice as it is in the way her legs coil at his sides.]

It--it isn't a bad sort of strange. I don't know how to...explain...

[Like something's building pressure inside of her, drawing out all that she is into a condensed sphere, leaving no energy elsewhere.]

Focus on it.

(The grip around his waist punctuates her cries and he smiles - she really is having fun, isn't she? Strange... Does it mean she's close to her climax? He reckons she doesn't know how it feels, to be so close to pure physical bliss, so it only makes sense that it gets to be a "good strange" in a frame of reference such as hers.

Can he, though? He feels that he won't be able to hold his own for much longer, but he wants her to find her own pleasure first, so he can watch it without the distractions of his entire body overtaken by exhaustion and orgasmic waves. That translates into Izaya thrusting into her faster, harder, the movement of his fingers against her rubbing faster, his breathing heavy.)

[Belladonna's head rolls back against the bedding as Izaya pushes her through to her very first climax, breathing in ragged moans that seem to be laced with a mild sense of panic. Her heavily-lidded eyes fly open so she can watch him, looking into his analytical gaze for comfort. He knows what he's doing, she reminds herself. Don't be afraid of this.

Her brow furrow and her face twists as it finally crashes over her and her moans stutter, tapering into throaty whimpers. Her body jolts and clenches, his grip the only thing keeping her locked in place from the spasms that shock her. It's overwhelming, euphoric, an explosion of an altogether unknown sense of herself and a small cry echoes in her ears that she doesn't recognize as her own voice. She's conscious of her hands clenching harder at his shoulder blades, of his breaths mingling with the sound of her own heartbeat, but the rest of the world is gone.]

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