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“Okay?” I asked, when she’d come back around.
“Oh, way more than okay! I’ve never cum like that before.”
“You’ve cum?”
“Sure, by myself,” she nodded. “I mean, I’ve never really been kissed, before you, I mean, but I know how to get myself off.”
“Makes sense, no one else was going to do it.”
“Not then, no. Can’t say I’m sad that particular paradigm has shifted.” She smiled, then bent and kissed me. She lingered, tasting herself on my lips and tongue.
I leaned back.
“You’re well on your way, sweetheart. There’s lots more to learn from here, and I’d like to teach you all of it.”
“Speaking of which, do you think maybe I could suck your cock?”
“Of course.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
Helping her into a sitting position, I took my shorts off as she watched. Her curiosity was both adorable and also extremely sexy. She was certainly into it.
“Fuck,” she whispered, looking down the barrel of my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck good or fuck bad?”
“Fuck excellent!”
Well, that was good.
She moved her fingertips along the side of my shaft, gently caressing it, as though to make sure it was actually real. Getting braver, her fingers moved around me, and she took a gentle hold of my cock, as if she was afraid of squeezing too hard.
“What do you think?” I asked, eyebrow raised.
“I– it feels different than I thought.”
“How so?”
“Oh, no, it’s good, it’s good. I just thought it would be hard, like rigid, with no give at all. It’s like, soft and hard at the same time.”
“Glad you like it. Do you want me to show you how—?”
Before I could finish, the words were lost in the barrage of pleasure as she took the head of my cock between her lips and started to gently suck.
“Good?” she mumbled, keeping her hands moving smoothly up and down my cock.
“I’d say you’re a natural, Ashe. Dare I ask how you learned?”
“Lots of reading and, er, other media, and… practice. On my vibrator.”
“Well, it worked.”
Grinning her delight, she dove back in, going a little further down my length, sucking harder than before. I could still sense some caution on her part, but mostly it seemed to be out of concern for possibly hurting me, rather than because of any kind of reluctance about the act itself.
She really was doing well. Especially considering it was her first time seeing a real-life cock.
I put a hand on the back of her head as she went even deeper. I was trying to keep her from accidentally hurting herself in her fervor.
Keeping a sense of proportion was one of the most difficult things to learn when it came to sex. She would get there eventually. Going by the available evidence, she was a quick study.
Working her lips halfway down my full length, an impressive achievement in itself, she sucked harder than ever before, bobbing her head on my cock, pausing every so often to swirl her tongue around the head. Any sense of reluctance she might have had before was completely gone now.
Ashe was going for the gusto, gulping my cock until I was edging towards a massive orgasm.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, when she didn’t seem to notice.
Not seeming to hear me, she continued in earnest, and I came, shooting my load into her eager mouth. She gulped, as if surprised at the volume, but she bravely swallowed every drop, only struggling with the first bit.
Once she had gotten it all down, she eased up a bit, sucking the head squeaky clean.
“You okay?”
“Never better.”
She really seemed to believe it, a warm joy radiating from her as she stroked me.
I bent down to kiss her head as she kept a good hold of my cock.
“Do you want to stay the night?” I asked, gently stroking her chin.
“Yes, please,” she said shyly, suddenly seeming even younger.
Turning down one side of the bed, I tucked her in, taking the other side. It didn’t take long for her to find me. She was basically wrapping herself around my body, at least from my feet to my chest. I held her back, kissing her forehead.
From there we let the night take us, to the soundtrack of our contented breaths.
Chapter Nine – Ashe
I woke up a bit dazed and confused, until I was able to get a better look around the room that I was in.
Nothing in my dorm was nearly so tasteful, shag chic the order of the day at school. It was a world removed from the sleek IKEA-style minimalism displayed all around me.
The last couple weeks came back to my mind in high-def surround sound: Varg being wonderfully patient, leading me gently across the sexual landscape, eating my pussy like it was his favorite dessert, with whipped cream involved more than once.
He slept soundly and silently, a Slumber of the Just, as well as of the dead. His back was an inked canvas of tasteful mythology. Asgardians were at the high table, and a goddess was there too— I thought it was Freya, seated next to the All-Father. While an abstraction, the likeness was uncanny.
