HLA Side Story 2: A Demonstration Patchwork !!DkZ2EyAJHl 2008/07/28 (Mon) 04:27 No. 8916 ▼
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Wait, why are you talking? You haven't even come up with a response to her question, so why--
She spits out the harsh reply without bothering to turn and face you.
"I could demonstrate."
The words roll off your tongue before you even understand that you're saying them. The two of you screech to a grinding halt, and a deafening silence overtakes you. A chill runs through you as Youmu turns to face you, her visage nothing but cold and emotionless. It dawns upon you exactly what you've just suggested.
The command causes you to panic, and you scramble to apologize.
She puts more force into the words, and you're compelled to obey, quickly taking a seat upon one of the stairs beneath you. Youmu climbs back up towards you, her expression unreadable. A nervous fluttering wells up in your stomach as one of her hands drifts towards her swords.
"Drop the sash."
Just what the hell is she planning? You're about to protest, when you see her hand clenching around the handle of her longer blade. Nervously, you undo the sash at your waist, letting the black cloth fall onto the stairs. Youmu's grip on her blade eases, and instead drifts to the sheath.
As expressionless as ever, Youmu removes the swords from her person, setting them carefully off to the side of the stairs; she then removes her shoes, using them as a weight to hold the blades in place. Returning to stand before you, she wordlessly begins to undress. The vest comes off first, then the dress, the green fabric pooling at her feet. Her calm facade begins to falter, and she twitches, her hands shaking as she continues disrobing. As nervous as she is, as petrified as you are... the sight is still having an effect on you.
You can feel yourself stirring as she removes her shirt slowly, your excitement growing as she pops each button unsteadily. Her white dress shirt falls away to reveal a set of chest bindings, wrapped tight around her small breasts. You can see her breathing grow erratic as she hesitantly grips the white fabric of her panties, and peels the garment off carefully. Her socks come off last, and she nudges the small pile of clothes off to the side with one foot.
And there she stands, in nearly all her glory. She's nervous and quaking, but she's still a pretty thing.
Her voice is uneven, unsteady.
"You said that... you could demonstrate. So, please... show me."
So, she really wants you to? You're unsure of how to respond to this, but if she mustered the determination to strip down right on the spot, then...
Carefully, slowly, she climbs a few steps up toward you. With you sitting down like this, it's easy enough for her to simply face you and take a seat on your lap. She reaches out and tugs the fabric of your skirt down, revealing your mostly erect shaft. Her hand reaches out and hovers over your member, but she looks up and gives you a questioning glance. You nod, and her hand wraps around your manhood.
Her ministrations are... clumsy, to say the least. She's obviously inexperienced, and her movements are too rough. Her calloused fingers are less gentle than they ought to be, but you're mostly hard from her strip show of sorts, and it doesn't take much at all to get you completely ready to perform.
Youmu seems to catch onto your readiness, and repositions herself a bit, moving closer and using her hand to position your rod at her entrance. She takes a deep breath, and you can feel your tip pressing against her mound. However...
You use a gentle, but she freezes almost immediately, her blue eyes shine with panic as she searches your expression for what's wrong. You ease her back on your lap a bit, to make sure you don't penetrate her yet. Wrapping one hand firmly around her waist, you bring the other hand to the juncture of her legs, and stroke her lightly. She shivers in response.
"What? What are yo--"
"Youmu." You interrupt her. "It could hurt if you're dry, you know."
She looks puzzled.
"Just relax a little, alright? If you're this tense, then this probably won't go easily."
She nods and closes her eyes. You can feel most of the tension drain out of her, and she goes slightly limp. That's good, it'll make it simpler. Massaging her slit softly, you run your other hand up her back to the bindings that wrap her upper body. Searching a bit, you find a good place, and tear the bindings carefully, causing the the white wraps to fall away and onto the steps beneath the two of you. With that binding out of the way you can see all of her, and you feel her tense up again.
"Youmu. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, so just relax."
She whimpers a bit, but tries to do as you say, taking deep breaths to steady herself. With nothing to obstruct you, you lean forward and blow a breath against one of her nipples, causing the pink nub to stand at attention, and rewarding you with a soft gasp from Youmu. You feel a slight bead of liquid against the hand that massages her sex; constantly bound like that, her breasts must be quite sensitive. You take one of her small breasts into your mouth and suckle on it, causing her to cry out. Closing your teeth around her nipple very carefully, making sure not to bite too hard, you roll it back and forth, and you can feel her juices begin to flow down your hand with greater speed.
It only takes a bit of playing with her breasts to get her completely wet. You move back to your previous position, ready to slip inside of her. Placing both hands on her hips to hold her steady, you let her sit and pant for a bit.