The statement makes his smile wider although it turns amused at her question. "I can think with one head or the other, not both. My heart can only do so much to compensate."
That gets a momentary laugh; gods, he's going to be happy to 'practice' with her quite often. "Yes, ma'am."
It's not like they can continue to be serious anyway with Era looking and sounding like that. He gives in, brushing his fingers against the part of her gusset near her clitoris. The other hand around Era's squeezes.
Although the angle is awkward, Ardbert still leans up to trail his teeth against the flesh of her neglected breast. He presses his tongue against her nipple and slowly drags it across. It doesn't give her attention immediately again, circling around the hardening flesh, teasing with the barest of touches.
When it seems like he's going to continue that for some time, Ardbert changes tactics, removing tongue and closing his lips around her nipple. He sucks gently, tenderly. Being with Era time and time again has taught him how important foreplay is. He may not be a betting man, but he bets that "baby making" will require her to be absolutely wet.
A soft sigh slips from her lips as he brushes his fingers tantalizingly close to where she wants them most. He's teasing her, but for once she finds she doesn't mind it. When he lets his teeth lightly trail along her breast her breath catches.
She moans, quiet and soft like a whisper as his tongue slowly traces across her nipple, then licks a path around it as it becomes almost painfully stiff with her arousal. It's just as she's about to show her displeasure, wanting something more, when Ardbert wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks.
Era takes a shuddering breath, shivering delightedly from head to toe to tail. Then:
"Pin me to the bed, and take more of my breast in your mouth," she instructs; voice heavy with both arousal and pleasure, and breath catching with each motion he makes. "Lots of nerves in the surrounding tissue, hero."
Ardbert hums into her flesh to acknowledge her command, giving himself a moment more to enjoy her little noises. He has to take his mouth away from her breast to prevent any accidents, kissing her sternum in apology that he has to do so. Better safe than sorry, Era.
So he makes it up to her by following her instructions, shoving her firmly over with the hand against her hand against her breast. Ardbert keeps that hand in place, firmly 'pinning' her down as he moves between her legs. It's only an illusion, as he takes care to never support even the majority of his weight with that hand as to not hurt her.
He shifts the angle of his arm as to more comfortably hold it against her hand and breast, 'making' her squeeze her breast and move her own palm against her nipple. Ardbert has no plans on releasing that hand anytime soon. It's not a coincidence that he's using the hand wearing his engagement ring, knowing the feeling of it will heighten her pleasure.
Ardbert gets onto his knees to make himself more comfortable for the long haul, leaning forward to find her breast with his lips. He obliges the last part of her request, taking more of her breast into his mouth as he sucks gently. The softness of her flesh here delights him, doubly so in that he knows he's bringing pleasure to her. Then he pauses, realizing he can add a little more, and momentarily drops her breast from her mouth, moving slowly once he's certain she's watching.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches down with his free hand to scoop it behind the inside of her thigh. He pulls, then pushes with a steady force to bring it up closer to her chest. When it's close enough, he wraps his arm around it, holding it fast. Another aid in the illusion to being trapped.
Which she most assuredly is not, considering how Ardbert obediently returns his mouth right where it was, taking in her flesh. Now he can use his lips, tongue, and teeth against her skin. He breathes hot air through his mouth against her skin before his tongue finds her nipple again. Ardbert presses his teeth gently into her skin, letting her feel them.
It turns out that pretend baby making is quite pleasurable.
While not quite what she had in mind when she requested he pin her, Era supposes it's good enough. Especially when she feels the smooth ridges of Ardbert's ring pressing against her hand as he forces her to squeeze and massage her breast. She gives him a little, broken hum of approval.
When he pins her leg Era is caught off guard, but returns the favour by wrapping her free leg around him, lightly pressing her heel into the dip of his back. It makes her feel more comfortable and balanced, while also keeping him close. She pulls him closer on reflex once he returns his mouth to her breast, drawing him in.
"Shite," she lets out a quiet, breathy moan from low in her throat. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, forcing him more firmly to her breast. The anatomy books weren't lying—there is definitely some hormonal incentive to make his mouth feel this good.
That's one of a handful of words Ardbert was hoping to hear. She clings to him with the limbs he doesn't have pinned. It's in moments like these that he feels complete and content, giving his betrothed pleasure strong enough to take her by surprise.
Other moments are like that, too, but Ardbert really isn't capable of thinking about those right now. He hums and keeps up the work, deliberately giving Era a chance to adjust to all the sensations. It gives him a chance to think about what to do next as he traces his tongue and across her nipple some more, feeling how hard it is because of him.
Ardbert loves how he can affect the world now... and her.
Despite the lack of attention between her legs Era still feels delightfully tingly and warm below her waist, though she hardly pays it any mind—not when Ardbert's mouth is liquid heat around the sensitive flesh of her breast, and his tongue teases her painfully erect nipple in a way that makes her breathe catch and her toes curl. She closes her eyes, relaxing. Allows herself to concentrate fully on the feel of him giving her sensitive flesh such thorough attention.
Ardbert continues the attention Era's clearly enjoying. He loves being able to give and receive pleasure. Every time they are together is an affirmation of his new life.
She holds onto him even as her body relaxes. Ardbert doesn't need to do more for the moment than increase the intensity. Slowly with moments of intensity so she can't quite predict what he'll make her feel next.
She has long since learned that there is no need to concern herself with reciprocation in the heat of the moment, because her partners have always found great pleasure in her pleasure. Just as she, in turn, has delighted in pleasuring her partners. This makes it easy for Era to relax even deeper into the bed she's laid upon, arching her back in reflexive need for more of Ardbert's skin against her own. Thoughts of the future melt under the heat of him, leaving her firmly focused on the present. The feel of him on top of her. His mouth against her. His engagement ring pressing gently into her hand.
It is so intimate. Ardbert is not inside of her, but she can feel him all around her. Sense him within her; soul bubbling with joy, entwined with hers. It is almost enough to overwhelm.
Her tail shifts between her legs, twisting to curl loosely around one of his thighs. It moves back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion that is only interrupted when Ardbert does something that catches her off guard, though it remains ever mobile, stroking his skin with distracted, adoring movements.
Her pleasure is another affirmation, of both his existence and how far he's come in regaining control over his body. It moves as he wishes, and the intensity of existence no longer overwhelms him on a daily basis. Era has most certainly helped him practice using it on a consistent basis.
Ardbert squeezes her breast through her hand again and her thigh for good measure. He takes more of her breast into his mouth, pulling at it with his lips. Teeth, tongue, lips. Ardbert slowly withdraws them until he's almost pulled away completely. Instead, he pauses at the peak, and latches onto her nipple, sucking on it lightly and quickly growing with intensity.
Era breathes out a curse as he takes more of her flesh between his lips, fingertips of her free hand pressing more firmly into his scalp. His mouth feels so unfairly good she can hardly stand it, but she wants more of it. Wishes he could understand that deep, corrupting desire to consume, because in this moment she wouldn't mind experiencing it from him—
She lets out a loud, surprised squeak that quickly stutters into a breathless moan as she is stricken by an unexpected climax. It is a sudden flood of pleasure flowing through her; thick and hot and filling her from head to toe. Era shudders with the force of it, clinging tightly to Ardbert, seeking a focus to keep her grounded as she lets it run its course.
Ardbert sucks lighter through her climax as to not overwhelm her, holding his position around her as she clings to him. He's just as surprised as she is, but also elated. Until now, he had no idea that he could make her orgasm from just that!
He drops her nipple from her mouth and kisses her sternum tenderly as he feels her starting to relax. Ardbert lets go of her hand and her thigh while unhooking her other leg from behind him and letting her have her freedom. For a moment, anyway.
The first sign he's got something planned is how he brushes aside the hand she still has on her breast. One arm sneaks in underneath the small of her back, the other wrapping around her upper back. He rolls them over onto their sides so that her more neglected breast is on top, in better line with his head. His left hand strokes down the back of her leg, his other arm now supportive around the dip of her waist.
"You can always tell me to stop," Ardbert reminds her immediately, because he can't speak right afterwards as his mouth finds her areola.
He knows Era's body well enough that he's curious if he can drive her to another climax so soon after like he's done before in other ways. It won't be immediately, but that only means he has more time to have fun with it. Ardbert hasn't even touched her down there yet, which means he still has options after this.
Already somewhat lightheaded from her unexpected climax, the sudden movement of being rolled over leaves her dizzy. Era keeps her eyes closed for a few moments until she's regained her equilibrium. It leaves her sensitized body even more aware of how Ardbert's hand strokes down her leg. She shivers, delighted by his careful touch.
Era opens her eyes as he speaks, and is just in time to watch him latch to her neglected breast. She sucks in a sharp breath, then breathes it out in a quiet hiss.
"Lightly," she informs him. Once Era gathers her wits enough to offer more direction she does just that: "Massage with your hand to spread out the stimulation, please."
Hopefully Ardbert understands the underlying meaning of her words—that her body is overly sensitized for the moment, but she would like to continue.
"Aye," Ardbert pulls away enough so she can hear his response, and he lightens his touch dramatically.
He mouths more of her breast, pace slowing until it's more a lazy affection rather than outright erotic. When she adds on the clarifying note, he deepens the pressure of his hand on her leg (which had never really stilled), massaging her scales. They have time, and he intends not to waste it by trying to push things too quickly.
The shift in mood sneaks up on her, but isn't sudden enough to catch her by surprise. It's... nice. Lazy, sensual affection. She reaches out with her hands; fingers firmly entwined in his hair, their tips gently massaging his scalp along with the motion of his mouth. Her tail moves to curl around the arm massaging her scales, stroking his skin with gentle, fond motions.
"...I like this," Era hums, soft and sweet. "I like you. This is... satisfying."
The mood change catches Ardbert by surprise, too, even if he caused it. She's right. They usually go in hard and heavy, but this is anything but. Nice and slow.
He hums his agreement, glancing up at her for a moment before closing his eyes. Era needs some time to recover. There's no need to rush this.
Era enjoys this form of languid intimacy. It is a far different than being teased and taunted until she can barely stand it (something she always hates in the moment, yet loves after the fact). This is... satisfying pleasure in its own right. She is not left aching for climax, but instead the intimate connection she has with her partner.
Her fingers continue to massage his scalp, and her tail persists in its affectionate strokes. A note of contentment rises in her throat.
"...It feels good for men too, you know," Era tells him. "To massage or suck upon a breast releases a hormone that strengthens emotional bonds and pleasure, regardless of if they are man or woman."
Ardbert makes a hummed questioning noise at the back of his throat, bidding her continue the surprising bit of information while his mouth is occupied. They've got their own language of noises. It's the one he commonly has to use when between her legs, eating a bite of food, or brushing his teeth.
Era hums a positive note in answer, one of her hands trailing down to play with the hair at his nape.
"Anatomically they are identical in base structure. Hormonal differences between us are what cause men and women to look so different after adolescence," she tells him. "A change in hormones can make even a man begin producing milk. Fortunately such a thing doesn't happen in otherwise healthy men—I quite like your tits as they are."
That last sentence means he has to take his mouth off her boob because he needs room to laugh without a chance of biting her, so he just pillows his cheek between her breasts, looking up to her with amusement.
"I'm glad you like my tits—perhaps I should let you pay attention to them." He's going to ignore the milk comment because it weirds him out a little.
She hugs him close as he laughs, giggling quietly herself. And, honestly, as fascinating as human bodies are even she is a little weirded out by it, so she is happy to drop her anatomy lesson in favour of indulging in Ardbert's body instead.
"Shall I pay attention to them now, or should we get back to practicing?"
"Why thank you. ... We're still working up to practicing," Ardbert laughs, having literally forgotten that's what they were supposed to be doing; he hums as he considers her question. "I wouldn't mind seeing if it'll feel nice to me."
"It's less a question of if it will feel nice, but more if it will be too much for you," Era says, continuing her lazy massage of his scalp. "Since physiology all but guarantees it will bring pleasure in some form."
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With how much Era had been dreading this conversation of children the past week, it isn't any surprise that she had a dream or two about them.
"Can you not multitask, dear husband-to-be?" She tries to tease, but her voice comes out more husky and sensual than playful.
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Well.
...There is none right now, with how badly she wants Ardbert in this moment.
"...Pause the conversation," she tells him. "And think with the less adorable of your heads, so you can practice putting our child inside me."
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It's not like they can continue to be serious anyway with Era looking and sounding like that. He gives in, brushing his fingers against the part of her gusset near her clitoris. The other hand around Era's squeezes.
Although the angle is awkward, Ardbert still leans up to trail his teeth against the flesh of her neglected breast. He presses his tongue against her nipple and slowly drags it across. It doesn't give her attention immediately again, circling around the hardening flesh, teasing with the barest of touches.
When it seems like he's going to continue that for some time, Ardbert changes tactics, removing tongue and closing his lips around her nipple. He sucks gently, tenderly. Being with Era time and time again has taught him how important foreplay is. He may not be a betting man, but he bets that "baby making" will require her to be absolutely wet.
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She moans, quiet and soft like a whisper as his tongue slowly traces across her nipple, then licks a path around it as it becomes almost painfully stiff with her arousal. It's just as she's about to show her displeasure, wanting something more, when Ardbert wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks.
Era takes a shuddering breath, shivering delightedly from head to toe to tail. Then:
"Pin me to the bed, and take more of my breast in your mouth," she instructs; voice heavy with both arousal and pleasure, and breath catching with each motion he makes. "Lots of nerves in the surrounding tissue, hero."
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So he makes it up to her by following her instructions, shoving her firmly over with the hand against her hand against her breast. Ardbert keeps that hand in place, firmly 'pinning' her down as he moves between her legs. It's only an illusion, as he takes care to never support even the majority of his weight with that hand as to not hurt her.
He shifts the angle of his arm as to more comfortably hold it against her hand and breast, 'making' her squeeze her breast and move her own palm against her nipple. Ardbert has no plans on releasing that hand anytime soon. It's not a coincidence that he's using the hand wearing his engagement ring, knowing the feeling of it will heighten her pleasure.
Ardbert gets onto his knees to make himself more comfortable for the long haul, leaning forward to find her breast with his lips. He obliges the last part of her request, taking more of her breast into his mouth as he sucks gently. The softness of her flesh here delights him, doubly so in that he knows he's bringing pleasure to her. Then he pauses, realizing he can add a little more, and momentarily drops her breast from her mouth, moving slowly once he's certain she's watching.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches down with his free hand to scoop it behind the inside of her thigh. He pulls, then pushes with a steady force to bring it up closer to her chest. When it's close enough, he wraps his arm around it, holding it fast. Another aid in the illusion to being trapped.
Which she most assuredly is not, considering how Ardbert obediently returns his mouth right where it was, taking in her flesh. Now he can use his lips, tongue, and teeth against her skin. He breathes hot air through his mouth against her skin before his tongue finds her nipple again. Ardbert presses his teeth gently into her skin, letting her feel them.
It turns out that pretend baby making is quite pleasurable.
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When he pins her leg Era is caught off guard, but returns the favour by wrapping her free leg around him, lightly pressing her heel into the dip of his back. It makes her feel more comfortable and balanced, while also keeping him close. She pulls him closer on reflex once he returns his mouth to her breast, drawing him in.
"Shite," she lets out a quiet, breathy moan from low in her throat. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, forcing him more firmly to her breast. The anatomy books weren't lying—there is definitely some hormonal incentive to make his mouth feel this good.
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Other moments are like that, too, but Ardbert really isn't capable of thinking about those right now. He hums and keeps up the work, deliberately giving Era a chance to adjust to all the sensations. It gives him a chance to think about what to do next as he traces his tongue and across her nipple some more, feeling how hard it is because of him.
Ardbert loves how he can affect the world now... and her.
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She holds onto him even as her body relaxes. Ardbert doesn't need to do more for the moment than increase the intensity. Slowly with moments of intensity so she can't quite predict what he'll make her feel next.
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It is so intimate. Ardbert is not inside of her, but she can feel him all around her. Sense him within her; soul bubbling with joy, entwined with hers. It is almost enough to overwhelm.
Her tail shifts between her legs, twisting to curl loosely around one of his thighs. It moves back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion that is only interrupted when Ardbert does something that catches her off guard, though it remains ever mobile, stroking his skin with distracted, adoring movements.
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Ardbert squeezes her breast through her hand again and her thigh for good measure. He takes more of her breast into his mouth, pulling at it with his lips. Teeth, tongue, lips. Ardbert slowly withdraws them until he's almost pulled away completely. Instead, he pauses at the peak, and latches onto her nipple, sucking on it lightly and quickly growing with intensity.
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She lets out a loud, surprised squeak that quickly stutters into a breathless moan as she is stricken by an unexpected climax. It is a sudden flood of pleasure flowing through her; thick and hot and filling her from head to toe. Era shudders with the force of it, clinging tightly to Ardbert, seeking a focus to keep her grounded as she lets it run its course.
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Ardbert sucks lighter through her climax as to not overwhelm her, holding his position around her as she clings to him. He's just as surprised as she is, but also elated. Until now, he had no idea that he could make her orgasm from just that!
He drops her nipple from her mouth and kisses her sternum tenderly as he feels her starting to relax. Ardbert lets go of her hand and her thigh while unhooking her other leg from behind him and letting her have her freedom. For a moment, anyway.
The first sign he's got something planned is how he brushes aside the hand she still has on her breast. One arm sneaks in underneath the small of her back, the other wrapping around her upper back. He rolls them over onto their sides so that her more neglected breast is on top, in better line with his head. His left hand strokes down the back of her leg, his other arm now supportive around the dip of her waist.
"You can always tell me to stop," Ardbert reminds her immediately, because he can't speak right afterwards as his mouth finds her areola.
He knows Era's body well enough that he's curious if he can drive her to another climax so soon after like he's done before in other ways. It won't be immediately, but that only means he has more time to have fun with it. Ardbert hasn't even touched her down there yet, which means he still has options after this.
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Era opens her eyes as he speaks, and is just in time to watch him latch to her neglected breast. She sucks in a sharp breath, then breathes it out in a quiet hiss.
"Lightly," she informs him. Once Era gathers her wits enough to offer more direction she does just that: "Massage with your hand to spread out the stimulation, please."
Hopefully Ardbert understands the underlying meaning of her words—that her body is overly sensitized for the moment, but she would like to continue.
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He mouths more of her breast, pace slowing until it's more a lazy affection rather than outright erotic. When she adds on the clarifying note, he deepens the pressure of his hand on her leg (which had never really stilled), massaging her scales. They have time, and he intends not to waste it by trying to push things too quickly.
Besides, this is nice.
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The shift in mood sneaks up on her, but isn't sudden enough to catch her by surprise. It's... nice. Lazy, sensual affection. She reaches out with her hands; fingers firmly entwined in his hair, their tips gently massaging his scalp along with the motion of his mouth. Her tail moves to curl around the arm massaging her scales, stroking his skin with gentle, fond motions.
"...I like this," Era hums, soft and sweet. "I like you. This is... satisfying."
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He hums his agreement, glancing up at her for a moment before closing his eyes. Era needs some time to recover. There's no need to rush this.
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Her fingers continue to massage his scalp, and her tail persists in its affectionate strokes. A note of contentment rises in her throat.
"...It feels good for men too, you know," Era tells him. "To massage or suck upon a breast releases a hormone that strengthens emotional bonds and pleasure, regardless of if they are man or woman."
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Really, it feels good for men ,too?
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"Anatomically they are identical in base structure. Hormonal differences between us are what cause men and women to look so different after adolescence," she tells him. "A change in hormones can make even a man begin producing milk. Fortunately such a thing doesn't happen in otherwise healthy men—I quite like your tits as they are."
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"I'm glad you like my tits—perhaps I should let you pay attention to them." He's going to ignore the milk comment because it weirds him out a little.
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She hugs him close as he laughs, giggling quietly herself. And, honestly, as fascinating as human bodies are even she is a little weirded out by it, so she is happy to drop her anatomy lesson in favour of indulging in Ardbert's body instead.
"Shall I pay attention to them now, or should we get back to practicing?"
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