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iceiclehorned · 3 months ago

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People had perceived her to be pure in the way that she presented herself, by the way she behaved, and by the way she spoke, never using a word out of line. As a person who follows the path of Harmony, there was not a horrible bone in her body. But that did not mean to say that she was inherently worthy of being considered “innocent”, either. Throughout her life, she had made connections with thousands of people, even if they only last one greeting. Within those interactions, nobody had keenly caught her eye.

Until RED came along, of course.

The exploration of her sexuality had only come in brief moments, with her fingers teasing her skin in an uncertain fashion, shy of taking herself all the way through to the other side. Nothing had quite gotten her to a point where she felt as though she needed it, brimming with an intense desire to let out those carnal needs that had become pent up, long forgotten with the constant additions to her schedule, from as little as day by day. At least, that had been the case until the present moment, with her juices leaking into her underwear, with a straining pulse sending her mind into overdrive. This had been the first time her body had wanted something so badly that it physically almost hurt. Would it be so strange for her to admit to herself that she liked this pain? It made her feel so alive, basking in the moment as much as possible without driving it too far forward.

Her ears did not miss a beat in the sudden drop of her voice at the mention of where they were, and it caused her to pause momentarily. Had she taken the time to explain the workings of the Dreamscape? Sure, this is where she had come across the delightful maiden, but had she truly taken the time to make sure that she understood how it functioned? No. With a small smile, her thumb rests against the shorter girl's chin, her index finger resting underneath it as her eye-contact becomes firm, attempting to send a reassuring message across. "Don't worry, the only things that are not real in this place are the items within, as well as the landscaping," her explanation was breathy, but gently put across. "Everything happening between us is real, alongside my feelings for you. So, please... don't be afraid. It's just me and you here, in this moment." Pouring out her heart in a heated manner was a first, her impatience was growing intensely, but the overarching priority would always be her lover's comfortability and happiness. Robin would not allow for RED to feel anything but the warmth of her feelings, as well as the experimental touches of the physicality between them.

There was something soothing about the munchkin's words, easing the nervous demeanour she had been carrying since things had upped in ante. It felt as though everything hinged on getting this moment right, her mind going blank the moment small hands roam over her body. Such careful caresses, decisive in each area they provoke. Had RED done this before? The way she was handling the situation certainly felt like it at the very least, stirring unfamiliar sensations from within her form. How did it get to this point? Every light gasp and stifled moan coming down to the smallest of touches left behind. Her body felt so frustrated, eager to release all that had been bottled up for years, only coming to fruition because of this beautiful, ethereal woman, before her, struggling to take her dress off her body.

"Wait." The Halovian rasps out, her hands grasping RED's wrists, pulling her hands toward her body. "I want to do this properly."

With that declaration, lines had been blurred, moments passing in small flashes, with the almost sudden change in scenery. A comfortable-enough bedroom to enable the performance of a lifetime, Robin pins the other against the mattress, her hands working around the corset that hugged her waist, hungrily gazing down on that appetising body. Her goal had been to savour every moment, avoiding becoming sloppy in her movements that way. She truly did want to make every second as enjoyable for the woman representing Red Entertainment, but from the moment she had removed the corset, her fingers opening up the fabric that hid her gaze from her soft, generously sized breasts.

Something had seemingly snapped from within her mind.

"Aeons, you're perfect." When her eyes reach RED's face, it was clear she intended to go all in, her mouth attaching itself to a nipple, licking the flesh in a slow, purposeful way, moaning against the skin in a satisfactory manner. Whilst her mouth occupied itself with her left breast, her right hand would caress the other, her fingers kneading the skin in an affection means, with a determination to provide her love with the utmost pleasure. Her first time with a person sexually, and she had taken it upon herself to go all out, unrelenting with each act carried out. Truthfully, she wanted this woman -- this angel -- to be her first and her last, no matter what were to happen on their journey together.

Her slender fingers pulled at her pink nipples, lightly pinching just to add to the taunting stimulation. Servicing her dearest felt amazing, providing the singer with a thrill she had never touched upon before, but was now clutching onto it like it served as her lifeline. Pulling away from the saliva soaked nipple, Robin cruelly allows her hot breath to fan over it, lust clearly taking over her normal sense of judgement. Under ordinary circumstances, there mere suggestion of a prude nature would shy her away. Not this time.

"Please tell me -- did that feel good?"

Red had become a mess, held together by love. Even during the downtime, things still felt intimate, and she realized just how much she had been lucky to find someone as caring and nurturing as Robin. She didn't even hesitate to clean off her tears, and Red had found herself leaning onto the other's hand as it moved, chasing the caress through the tissue. Being cared for as a focus rather than incidentally had her over the moon, and fueled her actions thereafter.

When her face was let go, Red changed the angle of the kiss, pecking lightly as a prelude to a more full contact, deeper kiss that would threaten to leave herself breathless. Her body was already touching Robin's, but she took the Halovian's arms wrapping around her torso as complete acceptance of this, and so she felt free to let her arms explore down her shoulders, sliding along her sides, getting a feel for the shape of her body even from over her dress. The eagerness to make Robin feel loved, coupled with getting to experience her through all her body, was making her warmer and more pleased than she thought possible. Once or twice, her breath was punctuated by a hum of contentment.

She was so beautiful, so open, easy to love. All that was really barring RED now seemed to be her human limits, for at some point during the whole process, she found she was not breathing enough. And when she took the time to recover, she saw Robin collapse gently, sitting where she stood. She would have lowered to that level too, but Robin made the decision for her, and now they were looking at each other again, lost in each other's eyes, faces so close that it felt like their hot breaths were mingling together. Before, they had struggled with a height difference, but now, it felt like they could resume with fewer struggles and even more thorough exploration

But Robin's words gave her pause. It brought back the idea she had dismissed before. The Dreamscape.

"Huh...?"

Right. The Golden Hour had been beyond pleasant. Though it was always night, the energy it exuded was always positive. The temperature was always pleasantly mild. Now that Red was close to the ground, even the hard street floor didn't make her naked legs feel cold. And despite her panting, she still felt the same pep as she had when she arrived. Like time never really went forward.

But it couldn't be fake. It just couldn't. Not after all of this. She was... just missing something! Red was always the first to admit she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. And so she could convince herself that what Robin seemed to be implying wasn't the right way to think of it.

But in their reticence, Robin apologized, and Red's mind snapped back to the present. Whatever the truth of the matter was, she felt more concerned about here and now, about the girl she madly wanted to care for and protect and love. Even when out of her element, Red had to project some strength.

"You can touch me anywhere~!" She said, perhaps a bit overly giddy in her attempt to salvage the mood. "And that's true here, or anywhere else, OK?"

That sounded like a good compromise. And now, for what felt most important. Something primal seemed to trigger when the other requested help, as if Red was a dutiful hero who couldn't say no to any utterance of the word. But it also exacerbated matters when Red's own body responded with its own needs, and her thighs rubbed together just a tad in a futile attempt to alleviate it.

"I'll help you through it," she said, voice lowering in a bid to sound more confident. "Just relax~ And touch wherever you feel like."

As she said it, she'd gently place her hands on Robin's shoulders again, spreading her fingers and rubbing along their surface. From there, the hands moved along her arms, pushing away the puffs acting like detached sleeves and the silk gloves. Red leaned in to press her lips against one of Robin's shoulders, kissing at regular intervals while traveling up towards her neck. If Robin made no complaints, she'd keep going up to her cheek, withdraw slightly, inch close to Robin's ear and exhale her hot breath at it and one of her angelic wings.

Her hands would not stop either unless there was some resistance. Everywhere they traveled, they lingered just a bit to gently massage Robin's smooth skin, and then moved elsewhere to vary the point of stimulus. When they got down to her dress, without feeling any straps, they slid down the middle to the treble clef ornament, and without a second thought, they fiddled with it as if trying to find a latch, to get the dress open. Unfamiliar as she was with Robin's attire, that might not have been possible, but if not, her hands would eventually find themselves elsewhere to keep caressing her wifey thoroughly.

#suggestive tw #wifeysaremylifey #𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ;; Robin #𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 ;; ic #// evilly puts together all my energy for this #i was lowkey eating pringles while typing this #imagine like sitting in a dark room at a desk & pringle snacking #that was me tonight #tonight i will NOT ask for forgiveness #today I am greedy :L #idk why but #my replies still feel really short in comparison and it HURTSMY SOULLL #MWAAAAAAHHHHHHH #MWAH MWAH NWAH #introducting the tongue infused mwah!#kidding . maybe idk #<3

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