*She tries to move deliberately now, gently and carefully -- well, except that she's still gasping and jolting without meaning to whenever something feels good or surprising. She looks nervously at his face.*
Ow-- *She winces and adjusts again, breathing heavily, and tightens hard over him before biting her lip and breathing in and out to try to relax. She does, enough, anyway, and shifts over. Retasu gives a shaking, relieved smile.*
*Retasu is fine if she doesn't get off. Knowing her, she hasn't even considered it. Regardless, she moves more carefully and gives a soft, drawn-out moan.*
*That gets her attention. Her eyes widen and her heartbeat quickens, and she moves gently and carefully so as not to hurt him again, trailing her hands up and down his dress. Her hums and whimpers get louder.*
*She looks away as soon as she says this -- maybe it's too much for her to assume that the whole harem plan from a day or two before is still a thing? -- but tries to get her mind off it, moving more quickly as he seemed to like that.*
[He doesn't have the presence of mind to catch the slip anyway. His blood is pounding and though it's only just started getting really good, his body is protesting being inside her this long without a climax.]
R-retasu, I...
[Hentai makes warning when you're about to come look so easy.]
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*Retasu moves slowly, occasionally giving a startled jolt and gasping or crying out before apologizing again.*
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*She tries to move deliberately now, gently and carefully -- well, except that she's still gasping and jolting without meaning to whenever something feels good or surprising. She looks nervously at his face.*
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Y-yes, Issei?
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[Sometimes you need to state the obvious.]
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Ah -- sorry. Um, yes, i-it does. Thank you.
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[Because she's still so nervous...]
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Ow-- *She winces and adjusts again, breathing heavily, and tightens hard over him before biting her lip and breathing in and out to try to relax. She does, enough, anyway, and shifts over. Retasu gives a shaking, relieved smile.*
I didn't mean to do that.
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[How long is he going to need to stay hard for?]
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I love you, Issei.
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[It's a little better now, and he's flushed and starting to wish he could move himself.]
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[It really is good. He leans a little into her touch, and voices his pleasure softly.]
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*She looks away as soon as she says this -- maybe it's too much for her to assume that the whole harem plan from a day or two before is still a thing? -- but tries to get her mind off it, moving more quickly as he seemed to like that.*
Mm, sorry... ahh.
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R-retasu, I...
[Hentai makes warning when you're about to come look so easy.]
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*She tightens over him, pulling him in further. Please be happy, she would be thinking, if her thoughts could reliably form coherent words.*
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*He fails on that front; her eyes go wide and her breath catches in her throat. It's a few dazed seconds before she slowly pulls herself off of him.*
W...was that all right?
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[He would say it even if it wasn't, though.]
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*She shyly reaches for his hand.*
Th-thank you. I'm sorry, I'll clean everything up.
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