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[rosarianoath]

So far, so good. He gives himself over to the feeling a bit more, letting himself press into her mouth a little deeper, a little more selfishly. His fingers thread through her hair, and there’s a rumble of a groan as he looks down at her, the hollowing of her cheeks as he sinks into her mouth.

[noburden]

Jill moans, truly enjoying the fact that he's letting this happen. She's eager for more, but the last thing she wants to do is something that might make him fret or worry about hurting her--so all she can do is look up at him, affection and lust in her gaze in equal measure.

[rosarianoath]

She sounds she's making make his already-pounding heart skip a beat, the subtle vibration of it running right from his dick to the flush on his face. He rocks in a little deeper, a little quicker, letting out a little moan as the underside of his cock slips against her tongue. When he's deep enough that he doesn't need to hold his cock to guide it, he cups his fingers along the underside of her chin, where he can feel the flex of her jaw with every stroke of his cock. The way she looks at him...

"I wonder how deep you can take me, upright like this..."

[noburden]

She thinks she could happily do this every day if only to see him look as he does now, growing more and more comfortable. At his pondering, she hums, eyes bright at the challenge accepted.

She shifts her weight on her knees to better position herself--an invitation for him to try and see. She thinks she can take him.

[rosarianoath]

She wants this. He can see it plain on her face, and it makes him excited to chase the opportunity down. He fucks her mouth faster, creeping deeper, until exuberance drives him to push in to hit the back of her throat... with inches left to spare.

[noburden]

She wants this, adores this, but her throat is not entirely devoid of a gag reflex, especially at this angle. The moment his cock tickles the back of her throat she can feel her body tense despite her efforts to fight it, and full contact has her throat constricting. She's still mindful of her teeth around him as she chokes, pulling back to cough, tip of his dick bouncing off her chin as she leans away.

[rosarianoath]

Clive withdraws like he's been shocked, a panic surging in him the moment he feels her resist.

"My apologies," he says, mortified, sinking to his knees in front of her. "Jill, I shouldn't have... are you alright?"

[noburden]

Her cheeks are flushed, but by the time he's on the floor with her, she's laughing.

"No, none of that. I'm fine," she assures him, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. "I've a new challenge to conquer, I see."

[rosarianoath]

Her laughter is both steadying and nerve-wracking in a way he can't put to coherent thought. Is this supposed to be funny? He bites back more apologies.

"You choked," he says.

[noburden]

"I did," she says. She can already tell he's spooked. Her hand moves from his arm to his face, thumb moving over his cheek.

"And no harm has come from it. I was enjoying myself. You were, too."

Until his giant dick choked her. It's fine. She forgives it.

[rosarianoath]

She doesn’t look any worse for wear, but the noise sticks in his brain with tiny hooked claws. Maybe he shouldn’t have held her head.

“I was,” he says, guiltily. He can feel himself flagging, and disappointing her in the process. “Normally when you take me into your mouth I do not hold you so roughly…”

When he lets her at all, anyway.

[noburden]

"You weren't holding me roughly. Had I moved away in the slightest you would have released me. And you did," she reminds him. She looks into his eyes as she holds his face.

"You've done worse by rolling onto my hair in our bed."

She has a lot of hair.

[rosarianoath]

“A worse crime than stepping on Torgal’s paw,” he jokes feebly, and he takes his cock in hand once more and idly strokes it, hoping to preserve what’s left of the mood. He shifts his face in her hands just enough to kiss her palm, eyes on hers. “I’ll try again for you, my love, but perhaps in bed instead.”

[noburden]

Jill says nothing, but moves closer to kiss him. Something soft and sweet becomes more insistent as she drops her hand from his face and to his cock, trying to shoo him away so she can stroke him.

[rosarianoath]

He gives himself over to her readily. An intense kiss that has him tasting her tongue on his is the least he can give her, and her touch is far more interesting than his own could be. He hums into that kiss, pressing forward into each stroke of her hand.

[noburden]

"Will you stand for me, Clive?" She asks between kisses. "I want you so terribly."

She'll kiss and lick him until he's ready to fuck her mouth again, Founder help her.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, just a curt thing done without drifting too far from her, and though he’s slow to move, there never was a request so simple to grant. Up he gets.

[noburden]

She looks up at him with a smile and kisses his thigh.

"A little choking is fair for all the times I'm certain you've been smothered between my legs," she teases.

[rosarianoath]

"But I like being smothered," he says, daring to touch her head again, although gentler: he pets her hair back. "And if I may venture boldly... you like smothering me."

[noburden]

She leans into his petting as she takes his cock in hand, holding it steady as her kisses press to it.

"I do, but I still worry one day you'll go limp," she says with a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. This is nothing serious. "And yes, I know you'd consider it worth it all the same..."

[rosarianoath]

"It'd be well worth it," he agrees, and his nerves are settling, slowly but surely. He looks down at her face, at the gentle slope of her nose and her pale eyelashes, and he breathes in to steady himself even as his cock comes back to life. His fingers thread through her hair. "You don't want to lay down? It's more comfortable for you..."

[noburden]

"I'm fine," she promises. "Tell me what you want, Clive. That's all I want."

If he truly wishes for them to move, she will. A little choking shouldn't deter him from enjoying himself--but she knows how his mind works, how he worries for her.

[rosarianoath]

Having to choose feels bad, but she's trying hard to accommodate and he can try the least in turn. He thinks on it for a second, and then nods.

"We can stay here," he says. "But I'm not going to touch you."

He knows that's going to disappoint her, so he digs deep into the part of him that is used to scolding soldiers. His voice dips, firm despite the embarrassment creeping in his mind: "If you want it so much, you'll manage without my help or your hands."

[noburden]

She does feel some sense of disappointment, though he surprises her in the next moment. He doesn't use that voice with her.

She likes it. It's clear in the slow smile across her lips.

"Oh. I'll manage."

But she will use her hands to guide him to her mouth before letting go.

[rosarianoath]

Founder reward her, she's always so eager -– he leans to put both hands on the mirror just to keep them occupied himself, and he feels the instant rush of heat through him as she's upon him once more.

"Like that," he says, looking down at her, at the twin images of her lips around his cock and the back of her, kneeling before him. "Good."