Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)20:06 No. 201108 ID: 4f6e37
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Hesitantly, at first, their mouths break away, and their hands feel their way along new territory. He's almost afraid to touch her, at first, but she takes the initiative, wriggling up into his lap and wrapping her legs around him. "It's okay," she whispers. "You won't break me." He slips his hands along her curves (his hands are trembling. He knew they'd tremble), running along her small breasts, the graceful S curve of her spine, her ample thighs. She runs her fingers along his chest, rubs up against his crotch, and exhales sharply with approval at what she finds there. "Is that your tell from the arena again or are you just having a good time?" she grins.
He kisses her neck in response, his nose filling with the floral scent of lilac, and feels her shifting on top of him, fumbling with the clasp of his belt with fingers clumsy from adrenaline and trembling with anxiety. "Here," he mutters, and moves to help her with one hand while the other moves to her rump, pulling her dress up to reveal black silk panties standing out against smooth, pale roundness.
He has read a hundred books on how to kill someone with his mind and not one on this. He knows what makes him feel good. What about her?

Ask her what makes her feel good. Good communication is key!

gentle but firm. start outside her panties and just rub slowly. and, if you can manage it, put your other hand on her breast and give it a fir but not hard squeeze and some rubbing too..

"I don't know what comes next"

"But I'm willing to guess anyway"

Roll backwards maybe?

stick it in her pooper

>>201125
tis a truth, although its no so effective with two people who lack experience and are nervous of course.

which is why you combine experimentation with communication. A book may say things, but only the individual truly knows what they like when they like it... the glory of pragmatism Dio.

>>201108
When she's not paying close attention slip the beret back on.

>>201142
Only if you want her to actually wear that gorilla mask.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)20:49 No. 201165 ID: 4f6e37
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"I don't really know what I'm doing, here," mumbles Dio, sitting back a little and letting her unfold her legs from around him.
"Neither do I," says Dahlia, rubbing up against him with her hips. She hesitantly starts stroking him with one hand. "How hard can it be?" She laughs a little. "Ha. Get it? How hard can it be."
His hand still trembling (this is it, he thinks. Pretty much the furthest you can go with someone. Home plate.) he unzips her dress, watches it fall away. He reaches up to her chest and rests one hand there, feeling the softness. His hand moves along her bare thigh and starts rubbing the space between her hips, feels something warm and soft waiting for him there. She lets out a little gasp and grinds her hips encouragingly against him.
Oh crap, his leg's falling asleep.

>>201165
Roll her over so you're pinning her underneath you. This will get you into a different position which is more comfortable and non-leg-sleepy, and also put you in the prime position to use some oral skills all over her body.

>>201165
Then might I suggest you switch positions? Lie down instead of sitting up.

Roll forwards, don't bump into anything.

>>201165
Stroke along her tanlines, then slip off her panties. Then slip off your own panties.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)21:03 No. 201194 ID: 4f6e37
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>>201125
>>201134
Communication is key. Right. "My leg's sort of falling asleep," reports Dio, as Dahlia moves her hips back and forth on top of him. "Could we-"
"Yeah," she says, getting up a little and sitting back, raising her legs up, letting him roll forward. She pulls him down with her, letting him take command, squeezing the muscles on his back. She reaches down and peels her panties down, revealing herself fully to Dio's fingers. She starts for the tights. "Could you leave them on?" asks Dio.
"Yeah," she says, and goes to help Dio's left hand which is battling unsuccessfully with the clasps on her bra. "I'll get it," she breathes, her voice strained. "Keep going down there with your haaand, Dio, that feels so nice-"
He wriggles out of his pants, focuses on the girl in front of him. She's moist now, and making little gasps with every movement his fingers make.
Little man in the boat? What-
oh. Aha.

rolled 17 = 17

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DOES DIO FUCK UP THE FUCKING

>>201194
SHE'S NOT LOOKING GO FOR THE BERET
Take a trip downtown and pick up some deep dish pizza dawg.

As she said, keep going with your hand.

Of course, feel free to use more than your hand. Touches, kisses, or even the use of rubbing ones body on another are fine in such things. Exploring is after all part of the fun. And be sure to make a mental note when something gets the right response for the future.

indeed, remember you have two hands, and your mouth.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)21:24 No. 201213 ID: 4f6e37
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Dio and Dahlia spend a few more minutes figuring out what works and what doesn't, and where to put their fingers and tongues to make each other feel good.
Eventually Dahlia backs away and looks up at him.
"Okay," she says. "That was...wow."
"Wow? Good wow?"
"Yeah," she says. "I think I'm ready to move on to the, uh, main event."

rolled 7 = 7

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The suspense!

Give her a kiss first.

>>201213
J-J-J-JAM IT IN

Actually, be slow about it. Remember, the first time can be painful.

>>201213
Premature ejaculation. You know it's gonna come...
Get it? GET IT?!

Anyway: get on with it.

slow and steady. remember what orpheo told you, numb it a little so you don't go too fast.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)21:43 No. 201227 ID: 4f6e37
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Remember what Orpheo told you. Oh spirits, why did you ask Orpheo that? No. Okay. Focus.

Dahla wraps her legs around him again and rocks forward. He starts to
"Ow. Ow. Owowowowowow dio ow wait stop no ow" says Dahlia.
Oh fuck abort abort
Dio cancels immediately and pulls back. The glamors snap out of existence as his mind becomes too agitated to keep them active. "What is it?" he asks.
"That hurts like a bitch," says Dahlia. "Like really really hurts."
"I don't know, what can we do?" asks Dio.
"I don't know either," says Dahlia. "Can I maybe go on top and control the pace? Or something?"

"Sure, Dahl."

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Women sure go on top a lot in Brom's quests!

>>201227
Yes.
Also? She's a virgin, so there might be a barrier in the way. One that is meant to be destroyed.

hmmm.... suggest to her nerve-locking her pain receptors. or if it hurts that bad then you need to do it like pulling off a bandage quickly. will hurt but then after a moment the pain will fade.

Quick summon some lube!

>>201227
Yeah. Calm down. Put the candles back up. Go back to foreplay for a little while before trying again, so you get back into the mood.

(also stop rolling guys jeez)

>>201227
Go back to the foreplay for another solid hour. Be gentle.

>>201227
if she be a virgin, there be a membrane that is very likely to break.

Also, this is why you bring lube.
You're gonna have to foreplay iher till she's wet enough. And then consider nervelock in case of too much pain.
Then again, 90% of sex is mental or something...
Learn what she wants, during the more foreplay.

Well it isn't like she's dry so that ain't the problem. There's just a point where it's gonna hurt, you'll need to get all the way in and then just let it rest for a bit. She could use a nervelock to dull the pain, but that will dull it all... a few moments might work, just suggest it.

Let her get on top and control that little episode, then she can rest a bit on you until she feels better. You will of course use all means necessary to make her comfortable.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)22:29 No. 201254 ID: 4f6e37
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>>201230
((If you don't like it, you can hide and move on to a different quest where some good old fashioned murder is going on. That said, I did sort of use your rolls to see how well he did :V))

"Sure, Dahl," says Dio, lying down.
"Thanks," says Dahlia, wiping her eye and clambering on top of him. They go through a bit more foreplay in that position to try to make sure it's as smooth as possible, then she positions herself over him and slides him slowly in, burying her head in his shoulder as she does so, letting out her lungs in a long hiss of exertion right into his ear. A warmth spreads from the point of contact up Dio's spine and branching out through his body. She feels tight and warm and wet and Dio clings to her like a newborn, feeling the perspiration slick on her body. She eventually takes him all in and just lies there on top of him, panting heavily, holding him in a vise-like grip that sort of restricts air flow a bit. "Ow. Ow. Okay. Spirits, that hurt."
"Are you okay? Do you not want to keep going?" whispers Dio.
"No, I'm fine," mumbles Dahlia. "I think we got over the hump." She laughs through her tears. "Ha. Get it? Over the... you know."
She starts moving up and down on top of him, her teeth biting down on his shoulder (ow. That kind of hurts), letting out a keening whine as they make slow love. Her squeaks of pain eventually turn into moans of arousal as they pick up the pace, Dio guiding her along and pulling her even closer, gasping with this new feeling.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)22:29 No. 201255 ID: 4f6e37
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Dahlia grows in energy as the pain is dulled and replaced by pleasure. She sits up, starts rolling her hips and grinding against him. It's all he can do to numb himself so he doesn't finish early. He'll keep the nervelock in his pocket, for now, he thinks.
She is not a quiet partner, Dio finds out fairly quickly, subscribing more to the Kithik school of lovemaking. She whispers his name into his ear, she moans encouragement lets out a gasp with each thrust, eventually evolving into a yelp whenever she bounces up and down on him. He's almost terrified they'll get caught, but frankly he's enjoying it as much as she is.

He doesn't know how to describe the feeling, beyond a sense of the ecstasy of belonging, of trying to get even closer to her than he already is (which is not strictly possible), so he won't try.

It's good.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)22:31 No. 201257 ID: 4f6e37
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And then Dahlia seizes up and takes a deep breath and starts to howl and Dio lets the Numb go and it happens.

A blankness.

A bastion. A respite from thought the illusionist has never felt in his life.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)22:35 No. 201258 ID: 4f6e37
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And then existence fades back in, one chunk at a time, and he finds himself lying in Dahlia's arms, their hearts hammering against each other.

"Well," she pants, stroking his chest, "that's that."
"That is," says Dio, running his fingers up her spine, "that."

And it is.

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Nothing to see here

>>201258
"We need to make this a regular thing, love. 'cause... wow."

>>201261
NICE

>>201258
ROUND TWO

>>201261
Hahahahaha!

>>201261
CRITICAL HIT. DOUBLE DAMAGE, YOU GO AGAIN.

Now switch to how Jai's night went, maybe?

Would this be a good time to tell her you love her?

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)23:07 No. 201291 ID: 4f6e37
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>>201261
((I don't know who you are? But thank you. Thank you so much.))

"We need to make this a regular thing," says Dio, as Dahlia rolls off of him.
"No argument here," says Dahlia, raising her head up and looking idly for her underwear. "That was amazing. That was like a, a, a natural twenty or something."
Dio looks at her with his eyebrow raised. "Nerd."
"Well, I did say or something," laughs Dahlia, idly stroking his ears.
"So. Cuddle for a while, then round two?" asks Dio.
"Maybe this time I'll use invisibility on you," says Dahlia. "That always works in the Arenas."
"And miss out on seeing your amazing behind? No thank you."
"It'd serve you right for squeezing my ass earlier..."
"What? We just made love."
"Yeah, but I had you pinned..."

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)23:07 No. 201292 ID: 4f6e37
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And high up above in another tower, in Jai's dorm room, another couple is just finishing up.
"Holy balls," says Pyramus as he flops back down on the bed. "I knew yer flexibility was an advantage in the arena, but... Holy balls."
"So I take it that was good for you too?" asks Jai, scooting over to lie down next to him.
"Are ye kiddin'? The gel I've lusted after for around six years now just walks up to me at a party, and says, 'hey Pyramus, want to fuck each other'? Oh, and she's beautiful under her helmet and fucks like a tiger. I'm still not entirely convinced I haven't died and this is the heavenly side of the Spiritual Gradient."
"Well if I'd known how you felt, and a little more about Waani, uh, gifts, it would have been sooner," says Jai.
"Ye're forgiven," says Pyramus. "Spirits. I feel like I jest found out unicorns are real. And they let you do them."
"Maybe a bad analogy," says Jai.
"Well, I'm sticking to it." He moves closer and puts one well-muscled arm around Jai. "Ye're beautiful, Miss Vostra. Will ye be my girlfriend?"
"Well, let me think," says Jai. "I mean I did just have your dick inside me for like half an hour there. So I think yeah."
"I'm not dreamin', right?" says Pyramus. He reaches out and squeezes Jai's right breast. "No. Obviously not."
"Obviously," says Jai, grinning.

Brom 2010/06/29(Tue)23:08 No. 201293 ID: 4f6e37
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"Right," says Pyramus, getting up and stretching. "Again?"
"No doubt," says Jai. "I'm not through with you yet."
"I'm gonna toss on some pants and grab a bite before we go again. You want me to get ye something?"
"No," says Jai, watching the muscles in his back work as he stretches his arms out. "I think I've got everything I need."

She looks out of her window into the night. There's a cool sea breeze rolling in from the Amaranthine, taking with it the smell of the ocean. It's warm, unseasonably, and Jai stands at the window for a while, looking out across the deep purple horizon. Somewhere under similar skies, her friend and old object of desire (and yet he seems so young and inexperienced now, compared to Pyramus) is gasping and sighing his way through his first time. She thinks of them, down there, and of the Qal psychiatrist and her boys, and of the stweard of the kithik and his former Queen. She hopes they're all happy. Then, humming tunelessly to herself, she turns back to the bed and to her waiting lover.

>>201293
Told you being forward would get you further. Some guys simply aren't that good with reading subtle signals.