[ His ego might not be able to well take any criticism of his abilities, not when he has been so thoroughly ruined by her own: Pahja has certainly unlocked desire within him and left Emet-Selch feeling as though he has been scooped from the inside out. It is difficult to focus, but he has no intention of pausing.
There is no reason for Emet-Selch to be unkind to her - or, perhaps, in this case, no reason need be overly kind when it is so clear what she wants. He will give it to her without hesitation, and it will please them both: she was satisfied with his own pleasure and he will be well satisfied by hers.
The praise makes him feel good, and he shifts his weight to hold her with a touch more gentleness, letting her shift and move against him, to use him how she wants. He cannot really reply when she is occupying his tongue so well, but he hums against her in appreciation.
( The vibration of the hum itself pulls another gasp, another moan from her -- his touch changes, and it is enough to make her want to cry. How can he be so gentle with her when she will ruin him, his plans, destroy him? It's unfair.
Pahja blinks away her tears, swallowing the weight in her throat and letting herself moan louder, shifting her hips against his face with a desperate eagerness. Every press of his tongue against her clit has her shaking, one of her hands coming down to card through his hair, encouraging. )
Like that, Emet-Selch. If you want to use fingers, or your tongue-- you can, you can-- ( She is gentle with her direction, never wanting to shame him or make him feel as if she's chiding him. ) It's good, you're good, you really are--
[ A part of him thinks he ought to feel a little more sour about the fact that she is praising him so highly - he knows he is likely not as skilled as her previous lovers, does not have the practice that they might.
The fact that she remains so vocal does make him feel better about himself, though, and he presses up further, letting his tongue flick, and his fingers move to join him.
One finger slips inside her, his tongue pressing forward to go alongside it. ]
( Skill hardly matters, for Pahja is more keen on a partner's enthusiasm than any skill they may or may not have. Having sex is supposed to be fun, she always would say, and it's silly and messy -- nothing can be perfect when that's the case.
She'd say so, really, she would! But hopefully a sharp cry of want is reward enough as his finger presses in, as his tongue presses against her -- it's enough to wring out more sounds as he continues to move, her hand going to cord through his hair to keep him there. )
Emet-- ( What can she say? ) Please, more -- I won't break, I promise, and I need-- ( A breath, shaky. ) I need you.
[ The very fact that she is so clearly enjoying herself spins Emet-Selch into a new kind of heat, a warmth that he had not dared suggest or thought of before now: there is something to be said for the sheer joy of bringing pleasure to a partner, and he did not think it would be so... Heavy.
The sounds she is making are delicious, makes him feel a stirring inside himself, and he has to focus a little more to make sure he does not lose himself to the feeling.
His fingers move more, pressing into her, a second and then, eventually, a third, to give her all that she might desire and draw her pleasure from her, to have her break for him. ]
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There is no reason for Emet-Selch to be unkind to her - or, perhaps, in this case, no reason need be overly kind when it is so clear what she wants. He will give it to her without hesitation, and it will please them both: she was satisfied with his own pleasure and he will be well satisfied by hers.
The praise makes him feel good, and he shifts his weight to hold her with a touch more gentleness, letting her shift and move against him, to use him how she wants. He cannot really reply when she is occupying his tongue so well, but he hums against her in appreciation.
She is truly remarkable. ]
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Pahja blinks away her tears, swallowing the weight in her throat and letting herself moan louder, shifting her hips against his face with a desperate eagerness. Every press of his tongue against her clit has her shaking, one of her hands coming down to card through his hair, encouraging. )
Like that, Emet-Selch. If you want to use fingers, or your tongue-- you can, you can-- ( She is gentle with her direction, never wanting to shame him or make him feel as if she's chiding him. ) It's good, you're good, you really are--
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The fact that she remains so vocal does make him feel better about himself, though, and he presses up further, letting his tongue flick, and his fingers move to join him.
One finger slips inside her, his tongue pressing forward to go alongside it. ]
tsundere baby time
She'd say so, really, she would! But hopefully a sharp cry of want is reward enough as his finger presses in, as his tongue presses against her -- it's enough to wring out more sounds as he continues to move, her hand going to cord through his hair to keep him there. )
Emet-- ( What can she say? ) Please, more -- I won't break, I promise, and I need-- ( A breath, shaky. ) I need you.
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The sounds she is making are delicious, makes him feel a stirring inside himself, and he has to focus a little more to make sure he does not lose himself to the feeling.
His fingers move more, pressing into her, a second and then, eventually, a third, to give her all that she might desire and draw her pleasure from her, to have her break for him. ]