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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ That pregnant pause, the moment that hangs between them, makes Ferdinand think he's done something wrong at first. It's unthinkable to him that he could make Manuela — Manuela, of all people — even the slightest bit nervous, so the thought doesn't even cross his mind. Clearly, she's trying to figure out how to handle his amateurish acting.
That moment of hesitation, however, proves to be rife with distraction for him. She shifts in her seat, graceful and composed despite it all. Each movement draws his gaze to her legs or her chest while every word she says draws it right back to her lips. His heart races with anticipation, unsure how she'll respond.
And respond she does, with a challenge that makes his heart skip a beat. His words have a history of being clumsy and making the wrong point, all because he tries to be too clever with them. And the character he's playing is supposed to be a bit on the less thoughtful side. So, surely that means he should just speak plainly, yes? ]
I... think I have a few ideas.
[ There's a brief moment of hesitation, and Ferdinand's gaze darts toward the camera, as though hoping for some divine intervention, for the goddess to grant him the wisdom to find the right words and the courage to say them. But as his focus turns back to her, he finds himself drawn to every inch of her, and a hunger starts to build not in his belly, but somewhere much lower. ]
If you can give me some private lessons, then... I could show you what I've learned, every day after class.
[ He swallows hard, stepping closer. He almost feels ashamed of the way the fabric of his pants has started to tent, making it obvious that he's already starting to have a physical reaction to the mere premise, but he pushes the thought from his mind. Perhaps if he doesn't think about it, neither will she. ]
And we could keep going... until you are satisfied.
[ Oh, how his cheeks burn from his own words. Still, he tries to keep his gaze warm and gentle, hoping that Manuela doesn't think less of him for being so... so rakish. The doubt is enough that he's able to bring himself to break character for a second. ]
[ that small moment there — where he drops character, thereby shattering the illusion outright — somehow it does little to ruin that faint flutter of hope beating away in manuela's chest. it should have, because what delusion can she cling to if he doesn't keep up the farce, but instead she finds her anticipation spike with promise.
this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?
[ Ever the hopeless romantic, Ferdinand has always envisioned that his first time being physically intimate with a woman would be more than just some dalliance. No, he's always hoped that it would be with someone special, someone he had some genuine connection with. And while he's not so prudish to have expected or even wanted that it would be some ritualistic consummation on his wedding night, the thought of it being with someone he'd never met had disheartened him a fair amount when he'd heard just what would be expected of him for this scene.
But that was before he'd realized just who his scene partner would be. Manuela is special to him. Not just as the songstress he admired from afar and who inspired him to pick up his first weapon, but as a professor, a healer, and a comrade. He almost feels guilty for it, but he's positively excited at the prospect. And though he wishes the circumstances were different, he can't imagine a better person to play the role of the teacher he lusts after than, well, her. There's certainly more to it than lust, of course, but that just makes it even easier for him.
His lips curl into a small, warm smile, another little moment of breaking character that will stay between just the two of them. He feels warmth spread across his cheeks as her eyes move along him, and a quaint thought occurs to him, one he dared never imagine during their time together at the monastery: does she find him attractive? He doesn't lack confidence, but it certainly flatters him all the same. ]
I need to start at the beginning. [ His gaze leaves her eyes to wander down to her crossed legs, and he feels within himself a hunger stronger than any he's ever felt. ] I want to learn where you like to be touched, and how to touch you.
[ With a swell of confidence that exceeds the tight nervousness in his chest, he closes the distance between them. He reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers across her cheeks in what is, contrary to the type of scene they're supposed to be doing, a very tender gesture. It's one he doesn't do for the cameras, but for her.
The script, such as it is, hints that he should be pleasuring her with his mouth, and he certainly does find that prospect enticing. But his inexperience isn't just an act, and even more importantly than that, he doesn't want to sully this opportunity by jumping straight into things. This is Manuela. He wants to savor every moment of this, because it's going to be something he remembers for the rest of his life. ]
[ does the camera even exist for ferdinand right now? it might not as well have, for all that he gazes upon her and touches her like something precious and treasured. perhaps if that lone cameraman were more keen or inclined to do great work, he might have stopped the production long enough to remind the hapless romantic that they are not, in fact, filming some grand love story that necessitated such tenderness... but as it stands the man seems far more more content to finish off his donut now that the pair have more or less regained their footing.
all for the best, really, because it allows them the freedom they need to carry on without any further hitches. the eventual audience of their film (now isn't that a dizzying thought?) might not appreciate the warmth growing between them; they might instead wonder over the lack of primal heat — but all things in due time, right? ferdinand plays the naive but eager role of a lust-struck young man so well, manuela feels compelled to make sure she doesn't rush him into anything he wouldn't enjoy or be prepared for.
so at the touch on her cheek, she lets her head cant towards it, letting him caress the soft skin there however he'd like. her eyes take on a similar softness as his own gaze, but there is an underlying heat beneath the honey, making them a little molten. after all, patience doesn't have to mean platonic. ]
If you wish to know, I could easily tell you.
[ nor does it mean she won't stop from being coy. ]
If you wish to learn...
[ she lifts her own hand to take his, and guide it down the exposed expanse of her throat, over her clavicle, before finally letting it settle right at the valley between her breasts. ]
Then you had best get to investigating, don't you think?
[ learning, after all, is all about trial and error. ]
[ Ferdinand has no concept of film editing, nor does he have much of an understanding why someone would want to watch two people they have no investment in have sex. He's always been a hopeless romantic like that, as even as he acknowledged that he might have to accept an arranged marriage one day — something that has, thankfully, not come to pass — he's always viewed physical intimacy and emotional intimacy as equal partners, not things that he can easily separate. Suffice it to say, a lot of this is probably going to end up on the cutting room floor, but to Ferdinand, it's perfect.
He watches with red cheeks, bated breath, and an astonished, reverent gaze as she brings his hand to her throat and then guides it downward. Every inch that his fingers brush against, he maps to his memory.
To think, he'd been utterly dreading this before he realized it was her. ]
I see.
[ Two words, but there's a quiet awe in his voice that speaks volumes. He lowers his gaze to her chest, admiring the heavy lifting her blouse is doing to keep her breasts contained. The outfit looks good on her, in a way that fuels the hunger he feels and makes him ache and swell for her.
His hand moves, curling over a full breast and cupping it in his palm. While his touch is initially light and curious, that quickly gives way to an eagerness tempered only by his desire to do things right, and he begins to knead with his palm. His eyes slowly drift back up to her beautiful eyes and meeting that sweet yet alluring glimmer — perhaps the most seductive asset she has, which is saying quite a bit. ]
All I have had to go on so far is my imagination... but I have done a lot of imagining.
[ The confession is accompanied by his other hand moving to grope the other breast, not wanting to leave any part of her neglected if he has anything to say about it. The presence of fabric in the way does stymie him a bit, but as he lowers himself down onto his knees before her — no need to make her stand up — he takes the opportunity to lean in and press his lips to a part of her that isn't still clothed. Several soft kisses are pressed to the corner of her jaw, followed by a lower, firmer one down the side of her throat. All the while, his breath is warm on her skin, the very core of his chest fluttering with nervous excitement. ]
[ and so, manuela cheats a little. after all, the intent had been to have him discover the parts she liked to be touched the most, but hadn't she given too much away by already leading his hand towards her breasts? not that it truly matters, when the end result is all the same anyway. she had noticed how his eyes strayed there, and so it would have really only been a matter of time before he thought to explore her chest anyway.
at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
[ As much as Ferdinand would love to claim that he has some secret, natural knowledge of how to please a woman, all he really has to go on is a tasteful selection of purple prose, his own imagination and instincts, and Manuela's valued guidance. All the same, as someone who's always been somewhat motivated by praise and recognition, her compliment fills him with a genuine warmth, one that starts at his very core and radiates through his entire being.
And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]
[ while her legs do not go quite as far as to wrap around those broad shoulders of his, they do not hesitate to cinch around them as he settles onto his knees. half to keep him there, half in an attempt to ease the tension heating up her cunt, and yet with nothing for her thighs to fully squeeze around there is still very little relief to be gotten. it all makes for a tangle of restlessness deep in her belly, one that manifests in the impatient shimmying of her shoulders to help him further undress her even as his fingers pluck almost reverently at her buttons.
when his mouth finally finds her breasts, her head falls back and her lips part on a low, humid moan. encouraging as much as he is hungry, back arching to press even more of her breast into that willing mouth. as green as he might be, even an idiot could very easily tell that manuela's nipples are a particularly sensitive part of her. ]
Yes, [ there again is that breathlessness he's finding so alluring. is it the sound that warms him more, or the knowledge that he is the one to bring her there? surely a tantalizing mix of both, otherwise it would be far too unfair that she is already aching for more. her arms are mildly restricted by the blouse still bunched just above her elbows, but she still draws them high enough that she can curl her fingers through his hair and pull. ]
Keep going, [ she urges, ] you'll be a star student in no time.
[ Strong legs close around his shoulders, legs that Ferdinand has been unable to draw his gaze away from at times in the past. Were he not able to so vividly feel her stiff bud in his mouth, beneath his roaming tongue as he sucks upon her, he would be convinced this is a dream, and a rather pleasant one at that.
The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]
[ she quickly finds his mouth is skilled at more than just his perfectly practiced diplomacy. or is it that she is so starved for physical touch and attention that every move he makes lands an immediate perfect ten?
but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
[ There are sayings about broken clocks being right twice a day, blind squirrels still finding a nut or two, and other such platitudes, but in Ferdinand's case, they appear to be correct. A minimum of fumbling, guided mostly by instinct and attentiveness to her reactions, has rewarded him with some utterly divine reactions. The way that Manuela moves in response, involuntary though it may be, is every bit as captivating and graceful to him as anything she's done on the stage. In fact, he finds himself craving that reaction, wanting it more than anything else in the world.
And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
[ it's... quite sweet, actually. how carefully he's being with her. treating and touching her like she were something delicate, something precious. manuela can't remember the last time anyone had touched her with such — reverence — and it was doing more to arouse her than any touch could ever manage.
not to say the attention on her breast and cunt isn't doing wonders here. by now ferdinand should be well attuned to how sensitive her chest is, when every nip or suck or lick has got her arching up like a woman possessed. without hesitation her thighs part wider, as if to silently encourage that searching hand to probe even deeper. however, when she speaks, it's clear most of her attention is on a certain body part of his, not hers. ]
My... Is this for me?
[ without mercy, her heel digs in with a little more purpose. his rocking hips are soon met with the encouraging grind of her foot, though a part of her wishes she could reach down with her hands instead and get a proper feel of him. she settles instead for dragging her nails up and along the breadth of his shoulders, the plain t-shirt he wears barely asking as an obstruction. ]
You'll have to use more than just that finger, if your aim is to fuck me with this.
[ ah, was that a bit too crass? it seems fitting for the scene though. and if the sudden movement from the man behind the camera (is that one of his hands, slipping down to palm over himself through his own jeans?) is of any indication, the way they are heating up is both right on track and incredibly engaging. ]
[ The taste of her skin upon his mouth is utterly intoxicating, a dimension to this particular experience that even his imagination, vivid though it has been, could never have captured. The way her voice is subtly flavored by pleasure and arousal is utterly thrilling, and to know that he is the cause for it is perhaps the greatest compliment he thinks he could ever receive.
It all makes him wonder how she would taste if he were to lower himself down even more and bury his face between her thighs. How long would she be able to keep her composure if he were to use his tongue, mouth, and fingers to pleasure her? He really must find out.
But a number of things draw his attention away from that thought. First is the insistent press of her heel into his very hard cock, a sensation that makes him crave any sort of attention she can provide. Second, and even more significantly, is the very lovely mental image she paints with her mouth, one in which he is buried to the hilt within her in the heat of passion. The crude language, in fact, doesn't even shock him. Instead, it arouses him.
Oh, he's imagined having her around him on quite a few occasions, but now, it may actually become reality instead of fodder for him to spill his seed to in a moment of weakness alone.
Breathless, he rises from her breast, his eyes cloudy with desire. As much as he loves having her in his mouth, it's becoming clear that neither of them will be satisfied unless this ends in a very particular way. ]
Are you certain? Perhaps you would care to see just what is waiting for you before you decide.
[ His hand moves to undo the fly of his pants, and blindly, he begins to work both of his waistbands down. It's a task made more difficult by his insistence on keeping his finger within her — as well as pulling it back just far enough that a second finger can join it. His gaze even briefly flits downward between her legs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her pretty sex taking in both digits. And there, beneath his thumb, is the small bud that he can touch to really make her sing.
His hips shift as he strokes at her clit, and his gaze drifts back up to her face. He works his waistbands down enough that no longer do his jeans or the boxer briefs keep him contained. Instead, by virtue of fortunate genetics as well as his own physical conditioning, a thick, ruddy, and powerful erection brushes against the edge of her foot. His spare hand wraps around its base, and overcome with a desire to please, he rises on his knees so that she can see everything as he gives it a long, slow stroke. ]
[ and what is she meant to do, when he accosts both her senses at once like that? the sight of him in his hand, tall and proud and thick and ready for her. a pretty shade of red that feels a little out of place to say about a cock that would undoubtedly leave her breathless and keening, already looking so powerful from just the way it throbs against his hand in response to that sinfully slow stroke. and then there is his other hand, two fingers deep into her clenching cunt. the steady strokes of his thumb has got her hips rolling in response; leisurely at first, though the more he works at her clit the more frantic her movements become. ]
My.
[ there is a faint hiccup in her tone. barely there, perhaps not even picked up by the microphone, but undoubtedly obvious to ferdinand, who hovers so close. it catches at the same time her breasts heave on a similarly caught breath, and if he weren't already so dizzy from the knowledge that his childhood crush is already this turned on for him, then surely hearing how she all but stutters in her own breath should do it.
or perhaps it will be that look in her eyes, when they finally drag themselves up from that which he grips so hard. nothing but molten heat in that sweet honey; a hunger so carnal he would be able to feel it pulse right down to the very tip of his cock. here was a strapping young man, with years and years of fortune and honor ahead of him, kneeling before her and looking to her as if she were the thing to be treasured here.
that is the truly awful thing about this place, really. how easily and swiftly it compels her to give into her greediest, most selfish desires. ]
Perhaps it isn't mercy I should give you, but punishment instead... For keeping such a treat from me all this time.
[ she reaches down between her thighs, curling a deceptively strong grip around his wrist. as good as as his touch felt, and as much as she would have liked to indulge in it for hours longer — she feels bubbling within her a sudden sense of urgency. a feeling like: if she doesn't take advantage of this situation now, it may never come to pass again.
and so, never mind what she had said, just minutes prior. she draws his hand away after one last, powerful thrust of his fingers deep inside her. they pull away covered in her slick, a thin string of it still connecting to her sex that has flushed plump with her arousal. this, she spreads wide with some guidance from her own fingers, bearing herself to him without any shame at all. ]
Come here, Ferdinand. Show me how badly you want this.
[ Oh, how dizzying it all is. How fast they're moving. This isn't how Ferdinand had envisioned things going at all, not that he'd ever actually expected the opportunity in the first place. But left to his own devices, he would have tried to woo her first, to express his interest in her and shower her in gestures of affection. They haven't even so much as embraced yet, and here they are, skipping so many steps for the sake of expediency.
And while he's aware that some of the sets have certain mood-enhancing substances imbued within them to ease the performers along, this arousal feels like it's entirely his own. And as he sees Manuela's smoky gaze alight upon his erection, that arousal only builds. The hitch in her breath really puts a nail in the coffin of any doubt he had: she rather likes what she sees.
His hand is pulled away, much to his initial chagrin. But he has neither the time nor the inclination to focus much on it, nor does he give too much thought to just how strong her grip is. No, there's only one thought on his mind: just how much he really does want this. ]
Yes...
[ His voice sounds ravenous, hungry, desperate. It matches the look in his eyes, his gaze drawn down to her pretty sex. Were they not both so eager and impatient, he would love nothing more than to lower himself onto his knees and lavish her with attention from his mouth and tongue and fingers, but that will simply have to wait for now.
He switches hands, finding that the best place to spread that slick she's left around his fingers to be along the length of his own cock. And by the goddess, it feels incredible. How much better will it feel when he's deep inside of her, utterly surrounded it by it, squeezed tight by those strong walls?
He rises onto his feet between her legs, and without hesitation, he wraps an arm behind her waist to both pull her forward on her chair and keep her from sliding off of it. The hand gripping his cock angles it to line its broad, swollen tip with her spread entrance, and as it presses into her, he lets out a held breath caught in his throat. ]
I need this... I need you.
[ Perhaps it's a bit too dramatic of a line for the scene they're doing, but Ferdinand's already started forgetting all about the scene, or the cameras, or the donut-eating crewman keeping a loose eye on things. And as his cock begins to sink into her, stretching her open but well-lubricated by her slick, he lets instinct take over. His hand falls away from his shaft to instead wrap that arm around her as well, keeping her steady as he slips in deeper, slow and steady.
His expression grows so tortured that it looks like at any second, he might just burst. And yet, that fond, warm glow in his eyes never dims. He's all hers now, willing to do anything if it comes in the name of pleasing his princess. ]
[ she should have taken her time. she should have paid attention. she should have stopped long enough to recognize how thoroughly she had let herself get swept up in the moment, in the rush of desire and feeling desired. she, a consummate professional, losing herself in the act to the point she breaks the most sacred rule of theater and allows the lines to blur. where every word he whispers to her feels like something hers and hers alone.
she is a fool, but oh is she a satisfied fool. and for that alone all rational thought evades her, absolutely no room in her mind when her senses are overwhelmed and overstimulated. ferdinand presses into her with a heat so searing and a drag so delicious, she can't even process that it should have hurt. wet as she is, she isn't nearly as prepared as she ought to have been to take in all that he was so eager to give. he is almost too much, in every way, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly be spread wider or speared deeper, he nudges closer another inch or two until she is ultimately left gasping his name. ]
F-Ferdinand—
[ and yet, she can only want more. it's a sweet sort of pain, made all the sweeter by the notion that she might be the one who has made him this hard, this hungry. up top, her hands scramble for a secure grip around his shoulders. in complete contrast to the vice-like one her cunt clamps around him the deeper he sinks into her. her legs, too, hike up to fold behind his waist and pull him in closer until there is not even a millimeter between them. until only their foreheads touch, and their breaths mingle hot and humid between their bowed heads.
need, he says. needs her. how does he know just the right thing to say, to make her heart sing and her cunt throb? when she rocks her hips, the slick sound of her arousal fills in the non-space between them, drawing out a low moan from her lips. ]
Oh, oh please move.
[ she arches, she writhes. she does her best to offer what she can to provide that friction, but her thighs are already quivering and her nails keep sliding down the broad slope of his shoulders. she does not have the purchase but more than that she does not have the strength. she needs him too, completely and immediately, but in a way that only he could give her, in a way that would have her forgetting her own name by the end of it. she can feel it there, in the way he holds her, in the tension on his arms, how easily he could continue to overwhelm her. she hardly cares she is already practically begging for it. ]
[ To think, such an imperfect scenario would somehow still be the moment of his greatest, most forbidden desire coming true. The sensation of her sex surrounding him, even just his tip at first, is almost overwhelming to the senses, and that sensory overload is only made more powerful by the sound of her voice moaning out a name — his name. And once he has all but hilted himself within her, well past the point of no return, it takes every ounce of discipline and willpower he has not to simply lose himself to the experience.
No, he needs to pay attention, he tells himself. He needs to make certain that he remembers everything about this — every touch, every sound, every detail on her face.
His breathing grows heavy and ragged as pleasure and exertion take their toll. It's already hard enough to form coherent thoughts in his mind, and voicing them in such a state would be even more strenuous. So, the only response he can give is a wordless nod against her forehead, followed by the steady but slow swiveling of his hips. His cock slides along the walls of her cunt, coated in her slick, and rather than simply thrusting in and out, he finds himself grinding his pelvis against hers, unable to bear the thought of retreating even an inch from her. ]
Manuela...
[ His arms tighten around her, like she might slip away if he relaxes even a little. And while there are many things he'd like to be doing with his hands right now — oh, how he'd love to just overwhelm her with pleasure by touching every sensitive part of her at once — simply holding her feels like a worthy use of his arms. This is, after all, Manuela.
Of course, his hands might be occupied, but his mouth is not, breathy and incoherent moans aside. He cranes his head to steal a kiss, much bolder and more adventurous than one might expect from a gentleman like Ferdinand. As his eyes close, his lips press against hers, then tug upon her lower one, gently capturing it. The tip of a tongue brushes against her lip. Kissing her is one of the first things he would have liked to do, and perhaps his one regret so far is not having done it sooner. ]
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That moment of hesitation, however, proves to be rife with distraction for him. She shifts in her seat, graceful and composed despite it all. Each movement draws his gaze to her legs or her chest while every word she says draws it right back to her lips. His heart races with anticipation, unsure how she'll respond.
And respond she does, with a challenge that makes his heart skip a beat. His words have a history of being clumsy and making the wrong point, all because he tries to be too clever with them. And the character he's playing is supposed to be a bit on the less thoughtful side. So, surely that means he should just speak plainly, yes? ]
I... think I have a few ideas.
[ There's a brief moment of hesitation, and Ferdinand's gaze darts toward the camera, as though hoping for some divine intervention, for the goddess to grant him the wisdom to find the right words and the courage to say them. But as his focus turns back to her, he finds himself drawn to every inch of her, and a hunger starts to build not in his belly, but somewhere much lower. ]
If you can give me some private lessons, then... I could show you what I've learned, every day after class.
[ He swallows hard, stepping closer. He almost feels ashamed of the way the fabric of his pants has started to tent, making it obvious that he's already starting to have a physical reaction to the mere premise, but he pushes the thought from his mind. Perhaps if he doesn't think about it, neither will she. ]
And we could keep going... until you are satisfied.
[ Oh, how his cheeks burn from his own words. Still, he tries to keep his gaze warm and gentle, hoping that Manuela doesn't think less of him for being so... so rakish. The doubt is enough that he's able to bring himself to break character for a second. ]
Is... is that alright, Manuela?
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this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?
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But that was before he'd realized just who his scene partner would be. Manuela is special to him. Not just as the songstress he admired from afar and who inspired him to pick up his first weapon, but as a professor, a healer, and a comrade. He almost feels guilty for it, but he's positively excited at the prospect. And though he wishes the circumstances were different, he can't imagine a better person to play the role of the teacher he lusts after than, well, her. There's certainly more to it than lust, of course, but that just makes it even easier for him.
His lips curl into a small, warm smile, another little moment of breaking character that will stay between just the two of them. He feels warmth spread across his cheeks as her eyes move along him, and a quaint thought occurs to him, one he dared never imagine during their time together at the monastery: does she find him attractive? He doesn't lack confidence, but it certainly flatters him all the same. ]
I need to start at the beginning. [ His gaze leaves her eyes to wander down to her crossed legs, and he feels within himself a hunger stronger than any he's ever felt. ] I want to learn where you like to be touched, and how to touch you.
[ With a swell of confidence that exceeds the tight nervousness in his chest, he closes the distance between them. He reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers across her cheeks in what is, contrary to the type of scene they're supposed to be doing, a very tender gesture. It's one he doesn't do for the cameras, but for her.
The script, such as it is, hints that he should be pleasuring her with his mouth, and he certainly does find that prospect enticing. But his inexperience isn't just an act, and even more importantly than that, he doesn't want to sully this opportunity by jumping straight into things. This is Manuela. He wants to savor every moment of this, because it's going to be something he remembers for the rest of his life. ]
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all for the best, really, because it allows them the freedom they need to carry on without any further hitches. the eventual audience of their film (now isn't that a dizzying thought?) might not appreciate the warmth growing between them; they might instead wonder over the lack of primal heat — but all things in due time, right? ferdinand plays the naive but eager role of a lust-struck young man so well, manuela feels compelled to make sure she doesn't rush him into anything he wouldn't enjoy or be prepared for.
so at the touch on her cheek, she lets her head cant towards it, letting him caress the soft skin there however he'd like. her eyes take on a similar softness as his own gaze, but there is an underlying heat beneath the honey, making them a little molten. after all, patience doesn't have to mean platonic. ]
If you wish to know, I could easily tell you.
[ nor does it mean she won't stop from being coy. ]
If you wish to learn...
[ she lifts her own hand to take his, and guide it down the exposed expanse of her throat, over her clavicle, before finally letting it settle right at the valley between her breasts. ]
Then you had best get to investigating, don't you think?
[ learning, after all, is all about trial and error. ]
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He watches with red cheeks, bated breath, and an astonished, reverent gaze as she brings his hand to her throat and then guides it downward. Every inch that his fingers brush against, he maps to his memory.
To think, he'd been utterly dreading this before he realized it was her. ]
I see.
[ Two words, but there's a quiet awe in his voice that speaks volumes. He lowers his gaze to her chest, admiring the heavy lifting her blouse is doing to keep her breasts contained. The outfit looks good on her, in a way that fuels the hunger he feels and makes him ache and swell for her.
His hand moves, curling over a full breast and cupping it in his palm. While his touch is initially light and curious, that quickly gives way to an eagerness tempered only by his desire to do things right, and he begins to knead with his palm. His eyes slowly drift back up to her beautiful eyes and meeting that sweet yet alluring glimmer — perhaps the most seductive asset she has, which is saying quite a bit. ]
All I have had to go on so far is my imagination... but I have done a lot of imagining.
[ The confession is accompanied by his other hand moving to grope the other breast, not wanting to leave any part of her neglected if he has anything to say about it. The presence of fabric in the way does stymie him a bit, but as he lowers himself down onto his knees before her — no need to make her stand up — he takes the opportunity to lean in and press his lips to a part of her that isn't still clothed. Several soft kisses are pressed to the corner of her jaw, followed by a lower, firmer one down the side of her throat. All the while, his breath is warm on her skin, the very core of his chest fluttering with nervous excitement. ]
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at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
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And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]
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when his mouth finally finds her breasts, her head falls back and her lips part on a low, humid moan. encouraging as much as he is hungry, back arching to press even more of her breast into that willing mouth. as green as he might be, even an idiot could very easily tell that manuela's nipples are a particularly sensitive part of her. ]
Yes, [ there again is that breathlessness he's finding so alluring. is it the sound that warms him more, or the knowledge that he is the one to bring her there? surely a tantalizing mix of both, otherwise it would be far too unfair that she is already aching for more. her arms are mildly restricted by the blouse still bunched just above her elbows, but she still draws them high enough that she can curl her fingers through his hair and pull. ]
Keep going, [ she urges, ] you'll be a star student in no time.
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The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]
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but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
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And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
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not to say the attention on her breast and cunt isn't doing wonders here. by now ferdinand should be well attuned to how sensitive her chest is, when every nip or suck or lick has got her arching up like a woman possessed. without hesitation her thighs part wider, as if to silently encourage that searching hand to probe even deeper. however, when she speaks, it's clear most of her attention is on a certain body part of his, not hers. ]
My... Is this for me?
[ without mercy, her heel digs in with a little more purpose. his rocking hips are soon met with the encouraging grind of her foot, though a part of her wishes she could reach down with her hands instead and get a proper feel of him. she settles instead for dragging her nails up and along the breadth of his shoulders, the plain t-shirt he wears barely asking as an obstruction. ]
You'll have to use more than just that finger, if your aim is to fuck me with this.
[ ah, was that a bit too crass? it seems fitting for the scene though. and if the sudden movement from the man behind the camera (is that one of his hands, slipping down to palm over himself through his own jeans?) is of any indication, the way they are heating up is both right on track and incredibly engaging. ]
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It all makes him wonder how she would taste if he were to lower himself down even more and bury his face between her thighs. How long would she be able to keep her composure if he were to use his tongue, mouth, and fingers to pleasure her? He really must find out.
But a number of things draw his attention away from that thought. First is the insistent press of her heel into his very hard cock, a sensation that makes him crave any sort of attention she can provide. Second, and even more significantly, is the very lovely mental image she paints with her mouth, one in which he is buried to the hilt within her in the heat of passion. The crude language, in fact, doesn't even shock him. Instead, it arouses him.
Oh, he's imagined having her around him on quite a few occasions, but now, it may actually become reality instead of fodder for him to spill his seed to in a moment of weakness alone.
Breathless, he rises from her breast, his eyes cloudy with desire. As much as he loves having her in his mouth, it's becoming clear that neither of them will be satisfied unless this ends in a very particular way. ]
Are you certain? Perhaps you would care to see just what is waiting for you before you decide.
[ His hand moves to undo the fly of his pants, and blindly, he begins to work both of his waistbands down. It's a task made more difficult by his insistence on keeping his finger within her — as well as pulling it back just far enough that a second finger can join it. His gaze even briefly flits downward between her legs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her pretty sex taking in both digits. And there, beneath his thumb, is the small bud that he can touch to really make her sing.
His hips shift as he strokes at her clit, and his gaze drifts back up to her face. He works his waistbands down enough that no longer do his jeans or the boxer briefs keep him contained. Instead, by virtue of fortunate genetics as well as his own physical conditioning, a thick, ruddy, and powerful erection brushes against the edge of her foot. His spare hand wraps around its base, and overcome with a desire to please, he rises on his knees so that she can see everything as he gives it a long, slow stroke. ]
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My.
[ there is a faint hiccup in her tone. barely there, perhaps not even picked up by the microphone, but undoubtedly obvious to ferdinand, who hovers so close. it catches at the same time her breasts heave on a similarly caught breath, and if he weren't already so dizzy from the knowledge that his childhood crush is already this turned on for him, then surely hearing how she all but stutters in her own breath should do it.
or perhaps it will be that look in her eyes, when they finally drag themselves up from that which he grips so hard. nothing but molten heat in that sweet honey; a hunger so carnal he would be able to feel it pulse right down to the very tip of his cock. here was a strapping young man, with years and years of fortune and honor ahead of him, kneeling before her and looking to her as if she were the thing to be treasured here.
that is the truly awful thing about this place, really. how easily and swiftly it compels her to give into her greediest, most selfish desires. ]
Perhaps it isn't mercy I should give you, but punishment instead... For keeping such a treat from me all this time.
[ she reaches down between her thighs, curling a deceptively strong grip around his wrist. as good as as his touch felt, and as much as she would have liked to indulge in it for hours longer — she feels bubbling within her a sudden sense of urgency. a feeling like: if she doesn't take advantage of this situation now, it may never come to pass again.
and so, never mind what she had said, just minutes prior. she draws his hand away after one last, powerful thrust of his fingers deep inside her. they pull away covered in her slick, a thin string of it still connecting to her sex that has flushed plump with her arousal. this, she spreads wide with some guidance from her own fingers, bearing herself to him without any shame at all. ]
Come here, Ferdinand. Show me how badly you want this.
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And while he's aware that some of the sets have certain mood-enhancing substances imbued within them to ease the performers along, this arousal feels like it's entirely his own. And as he sees Manuela's smoky gaze alight upon his erection, that arousal only builds. The hitch in her breath really puts a nail in the coffin of any doubt he had: she rather likes what she sees.
His hand is pulled away, much to his initial chagrin. But he has neither the time nor the inclination to focus much on it, nor does he give too much thought to just how strong her grip is. No, there's only one thought on his mind: just how much he really does want this. ]
Yes...
[ His voice sounds ravenous, hungry, desperate. It matches the look in his eyes, his gaze drawn down to her pretty sex. Were they not both so eager and impatient, he would love nothing more than to lower himself onto his knees and lavish her with attention from his mouth and tongue and fingers, but that will simply have to wait for now.
He switches hands, finding that the best place to spread that slick she's left around his fingers to be along the length of his own cock. And by the goddess, it feels incredible. How much better will it feel when he's deep inside of her, utterly surrounded it by it, squeezed tight by those strong walls?
He rises onto his feet between her legs, and without hesitation, he wraps an arm behind her waist to both pull her forward on her chair and keep her from sliding off of it. The hand gripping his cock angles it to line its broad, swollen tip with her spread entrance, and as it presses into her, he lets out a held breath caught in his throat. ]
I need this... I need you.
[ Perhaps it's a bit too dramatic of a line for the scene they're doing, but Ferdinand's already started forgetting all about the scene, or the cameras, or the donut-eating crewman keeping a loose eye on things. And as his cock begins to sink into her, stretching her open but well-lubricated by her slick, he lets instinct take over. His hand falls away from his shaft to instead wrap that arm around her as well, keeping her steady as he slips in deeper, slow and steady.
His expression grows so tortured that it looks like at any second, he might just burst. And yet, that fond, warm glow in his eyes never dims. He's all hers now, willing to do anything if it comes in the name of pleasing his princess. ]
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she is a fool, but oh is she a satisfied fool. and for that alone all rational thought evades her, absolutely no room in her mind when her senses are overwhelmed and overstimulated. ferdinand presses into her with a heat so searing and a drag so delicious, she can't even process that it should have hurt. wet as she is, she isn't nearly as prepared as she ought to have been to take in all that he was so eager to give. he is almost too much, in every way, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly be spread wider or speared deeper, he nudges closer another inch or two until she is ultimately left gasping his name. ]
F-Ferdinand—
[ and yet, she can only want more. it's a sweet sort of pain, made all the sweeter by the notion that she might be the one who has made him this hard, this hungry. up top, her hands scramble for a secure grip around his shoulders. in complete contrast to the vice-like one her cunt clamps around him the deeper he sinks into her. her legs, too, hike up to fold behind his waist and pull him in closer until there is not even a millimeter between them. until only their foreheads touch, and their breaths mingle hot and humid between their bowed heads.
need, he says. needs her. how does he know just the right thing to say, to make her heart sing and her cunt throb? when she rocks her hips, the slick sound of her arousal fills in the non-space between them, drawing out a low moan from her lips. ]
Oh, oh please move.
[ she arches, she writhes. she does her best to offer what she can to provide that friction, but her thighs are already quivering and her nails keep sliding down the broad slope of his shoulders. she does not have the purchase but more than that she does not have the strength. she needs him too, completely and immediately, but in a way that only he could give her, in a way that would have her forgetting her own name by the end of it. she can feel it there, in the way he holds her, in the tension on his arms, how easily he could continue to overwhelm her. she hardly cares she is already practically begging for it. ]
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No, he needs to pay attention, he tells himself. He needs to make certain that he remembers everything about this — every touch, every sound, every detail on her face.
His breathing grows heavy and ragged as pleasure and exertion take their toll. It's already hard enough to form coherent thoughts in his mind, and voicing them in such a state would be even more strenuous. So, the only response he can give is a wordless nod against her forehead, followed by the steady but slow swiveling of his hips. His cock slides along the walls of her cunt, coated in her slick, and rather than simply thrusting in and out, he finds himself grinding his pelvis against hers, unable to bear the thought of retreating even an inch from her. ]
Manuela...
[ His arms tighten around her, like she might slip away if he relaxes even a little. And while there are many things he'd like to be doing with his hands right now — oh, how he'd love to just overwhelm her with pleasure by touching every sensitive part of her at once — simply holding her feels like a worthy use of his arms. This is, after all, Manuela.
Of course, his hands might be occupied, but his mouth is not, breathy and incoherent moans aside. He cranes his head to steal a kiss, much bolder and more adventurous than one might expect from a gentleman like Ferdinand. As his eyes close, his lips press against hers, then tug upon her lower one, gently capturing it. The tip of a tongue brushes against her lip. Kissing her is one of the first things he would have liked to do, and perhaps his one regret so far is not having done it sooner. ]