Actually, this vote was to determine when the voyuers show up~
In all honesty, I can't really say what I'm feeling right at the moment as Letty happily half-drags me into the living room. Part of me is apprehensive of our agreement made this morning, while another part is neutral on the subject. The last part is curious about this whole 'sex' thing and wishes to explore it with the same determination I would apply to an alchemical project. However, I have to remind myself that this in itself is not an intellectual excercise. My mind is fighting a small-scale war in my head, leaving me unable to do much of anything other than allow myself to be hauled along to where we can sit down together. I originally planned to do this in the evening to cut down on the potential voyuers, but I found myself letting the snow woman decide for herself. Given that we had originally agreed on 'when we got home', she decided to take that at face value and is now dragging me along to bed despite wanting to sit and talk first.
Apparently she noticed that my mind is in no condition to think straight, and decided that the best way to get anything she wants to say across is to say it with her body. If I were in any condition to argue, I might be using that explanation as an opportunity to put the act off on the account of my being rather nervous. ...Yes, that's an incredibly stupid reason given that I've been throwing myself in the way of increasingly greivous harm for years, but there's a difference between using a survival instinct that you've long since gotten used to using and ignoring and a mating instinct that you've never acknowledged.
I feel a cold wind whip past my ear, a small thing that shocks me back into the real world in very short order none the less. I find myself being embraced from behind with a very attractive snow woman gently nibbling my ear lobe, an act she ceases once she feels me jerk. "Welcome back to the land of the living. I was beginning to thing you had gone comatose with the way you were just staring off into space." Her healthy mammaries are pressing into my back, and her warm weight is most welcome. The heat rises to my face, making me flush a deep red upon noticing just what is going on. "Oh yes, you're just fine~" Her hand caressing my cheek does not help matters at all.
"Letty, my apologies, I-" I face her in an attempt to apologize for being such a weak-minded idiot in the face of spending my time with her in such an intimate fashion, but she cuts me off with a kiss. I feel one of her legs wrapping around my middle to force me to remain in place despite my attempt to pull away. Another odd act that boils down to my not being used to this. She pulls away after what must have been the better part of a minute and looks me straight in the eye, causing any words that would have come out of my mouth unhindered to die in my throat.
"Ivan, you don't need to apologize and you're terrible at learning things through speech. So let me show you what it is you need to know through pysical example." Her arms are wrapped around me in a firm hold, and her leg ensures that I can't move an inch. She looks me dead in the eye, practically forcing me to do so, before asking her next question. "With that in mind, do you trust me enough to do this for you?"
Once again my conversation with Keine comes to mind. "I do." Despite my feeling like my brain is gridlocked, those two little words come out of my mouth without so much as a hint of hesitation. I physically attempt to relax in her arms, but it's difficult. Given how Rumia seemed to want to interchange 'kill' with 'rape', and has integrated into my survival instinct... Perhaps that's just another excuse, but this really is difficult.
Letty purses her lips in mild irritation. I'm saying yes without hesitation, but my body is still trying to shy away from her touch. "How irritating." Is all she says as she undoes her shirt, tossing it aside to reveal her snow-print bra. She then carefully undoes that as well and tosses it onto her shirt. She shifts her position and hold just enough to where my head is level with her breasts... Then hugs my head into them. Once again I jerk, but it passes more quickly this time. She keeps her hold loose and my body close, using one hand to play with herself to see if she can't make myself more comfortable through the combined use of her soft body, her sharp yet pleasant winter-esque scent, and the sound of her soft voice. That combined effort causes me to relax into her properly, but she's still going to have to lead.
This must not have been much of an issue for her as she quickly undoes my shirt and tosses it on her clothes, letting me feel her soft skin with my own. She slowly maneuvers me onto the bed so that she's on top and I'm on the bottom, then removes my pants and boxers to leave me fully exposed to her. Her expression softens to a truly warm smile now that I'm finally giving myself to her completely in an act of trust that she won't abuse. Or at least abuse in the manner I would consider abuse. She straddles me with ease, then grabs one of my hands and forces me to grab her breast. She's pressed them against me before, but to grab one in my hand... I give it a couple light, experimental squeezes before running my fingers across her nipple. It provokes a light response from her, so I take it between my fingers and pinch it gently. She nods in approval, so I squeeze it just a little bit harder. She keeps her hand on mine to keep me at it, but winces slightly when I apply just a little too much pressure to that one spot. I find myself gently rubbing at the spot I had unintentionally made sore, partially out of guilt for hurting her in even that small way, but mostly because I can't get over how they feel!
I find myself using both hands to knead her breasts in a manner that's probably a bit rougher than I should have been using, but the feeling... My throat goes a bit dry even as I continue, and I gulp once as I keep going. I feel my phallus grow stiff as I continue, and an odd urge overtakes me. Letty spots this and shifts herself downward until her breasts are level with my manhood, then puts it between them and squeezes it fairly hard. She begins to bring them up and down , slowly at first to get me accustomed to the idea, then speeds up just a bit. Feeling them with my hands is one thing, but feeling it with my sensitive tip...? There's no real control on my part, I simply allow her to do as she pleases. Warmth floods my body as she keeps going... My body starts to sweat... I pant as my hips buck in response to her constant pumping...
My seed squirts out rather weakly since this has never happened before. It's rather unimpressive in how it doesn't even reach her face and only covers her wonderful breasts, but she brings her mouth to the tip and takes it into her mouth to suck on it. I wind up moaning softly as she goes, feeling my phallus go a little limp in her mouth but quickly going erect again in no time at all.