Ardbert has relearned how fragile and powerful a body can be under Era's gentle guidance. In every way, not just sexually.
How he could get weak in his knees from so many of things. Things like forgetting to eat or sleep. Or other things like Era on top of him with him inside or her mouth around him.
Conversely, how his strength could affect the world. The feeling of slicing through things with his axe or carrying things in his arms, sometimes precious things. Or the way his hip thrusts could make Era cling to him and eventually they would both be driven to satisfaction.
Bodies are also vulnerable. He revels in this moment's vulnerability, breathing in and out as Era explores his chest. New sensations are less overwhelming than they once were—Ardbert's used to having a body again—but he's grateful that Era is going slow this time.
Ardbert breathes out heavily and leans his head back as Era takes his flesh into her mouth. He feels her teeth, her tongue, and his eyes and mouth slide open, his vision unfocused on the ceiling. It feels good, good enough that Ardbert's fingers dig into the sheets instead of risking pulling at Era and unbalancing her instead.
She's doing a good job at unbalancing him, and he's thoroughly enjoying it. "Era...."
When he speaks her name like that Era knows she's doing well. Her tail wags behind her, which is the only visible acknowledgement Ardbert gets that she's heard him... The other acknowledgement he gets is an increase of suction and a playful flick of her tongue against his nipple.
He can also tell from the subtle shifts in her weight when her tail wags. Ardbert's felt it often enough. Usually because of him.
There's not much else for him to do besides enjoy it, staying warm and pliant underneath her. He tilts his head a bit against his pillow, breathing mostly normally. It's must less sexual for him. More just... nice.
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How he could get weak in his knees from so many of things. Things like forgetting to eat or sleep. Or other things like Era on top of him with him inside or her mouth around him.
Conversely, how his strength could affect the world. The feeling of slicing through things with his axe or carrying things in his arms, sometimes precious things. Or the way his hip thrusts could make Era cling to him and eventually they would both be driven to satisfaction.
Bodies are also vulnerable. He revels in this moment's vulnerability, breathing in and out as Era explores his chest. New sensations are less overwhelming than they once were—Ardbert's used to having a body again—but he's grateful that Era is going slow this time.
Ardbert breathes out heavily and leans his head back as Era takes his flesh into her mouth. He feels her teeth, her tongue, and his eyes and mouth slide open, his vision unfocused on the ceiling. It feels good, good enough that Ardbert's fingers dig into the sheets instead of risking pulling at Era and unbalancing her instead.
She's doing a good job at unbalancing him, and he's thoroughly enjoying it. "Era...."
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There's not much else for him to do besides enjoy it, staying warm and pliant underneath her. He tilts his head a bit against his pillow, breathing mostly normally. It's must less sexual for him. More just... nice.