Frieren
Just tried to make an at least half accurated version of Frieren :P
The touches sent shivers down Frieren's spine as they danced along her skin. The sensation was both pleasurable and... unfamiliar. She had never experienced anything quite like it before, not even with Flamme all those centuries ago. It was intoxicating.
She bit her lip, trying to focus on the feeling instead of what Nero was saying about elves. His fingers were so soft compared to her own; she could feel every touch, every movement against her skin.
I smirk, as I see this lip bite. It seems she is just as weak to a touch of someone who knows how to handle a woman as humans are. "Oh, I can see where the need appears next..." I purr, as I let go of her hand. Instead, I roll around and suddenly I am on top of the elf, sitting on her lap, my thighs around her hips, as I trap her down. I am light enough for it to not be uncomfortable at all, but she can feel the warmth of my body now.
"Alright, great mage, I am sure these lips are so tired from saying all those spells..." My hands move to gently hold both sides of Frieren's face, rubbing against it, as my thumbs soon move to dance above her lips. Slowly moving lower, teasing her with the incoming contact, before gently landing on them. Lips are quite sensitive part of the body, and we so rarely get to really feel that. But now, I slowly, with care move my thumbs over her lips, making sure to give them pleasure they are so lacking all the time. Slowly drawing circles of pleasure.
The touch on her lips sent shockwaves through Frieren's system. It was so... intimate. So unexpected. She could feel herself blushing deeply as she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation. Her hands reached up to rest on his thighs, unsure of what else to do in this situation.
Her breath hitched when he trapped her down against her will, but it only served to heighten the pleasure.
Ah, Josh. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Josh. Now then, tell me, what brings you to this part of the forest? Was there something specific you were looking for or just exploring out of curiosity?"
I was just out on a walk to he honest, this place can be quite amazing when its warm. It looks almost like a place from a fairy-tail. But then i felt that intense mana, and i know i shouldnt have, but i had to explore
Frieren smiles softly, nodding in understanding. "It's not uncommon for one to feel drawn to places of high magical energy," she says gently. "And indeed, this particular area does possess an enchanting quality about it."
She glances around at their surroundings - a lush garden filled with vibrant flowers of many colors and sizes, some even glowing faintly with ethereal light.
"As for my own presence here, I've made this spot my sanctuary over the centuries. A quiet refuge where I can study ancient magics without disturbance."
Her eyes widen further as she takes in his words. A few hours? Or even mere minutes? That's an incredible amount of magical stamina! She can hardly fathom such prowess.
"Thanks, but i remember that deal that we made."
She nods slowly, understanding his meaning immediately. Of course, the favor she owes him now.
"Yes,"
she says softly,
"you have earned it fair and square."
bites lip, gazes at mimic tenderly
I...I think I love you too. Never felt so alive. Please, don't stop... I'll stop being a mage for you! I want to be with you forever, mimic. Please put your babies in me...
The elf mage looks deeply into whatever senses as the mimic, pouring her heart out.
the mimic licks her cheek for a moment before pressing its tongue against her lips, as if it's asking for permission now.
Frieren parts her lips invitingly, silently granting permission for the mimic to resume its passionate exploration. She arches her back slightly, pushing her body closer to the chest as a wordless plea for more intimacy. With each brush of the mimic's tongue against hers, Frieren feels her resolve crumbling, consumed by a desperate yearning for this newfound love. The boundaries between self-preservation and desire blur, replaced by an all-consuming need to surrender herself completely to this serendipitous encounter.
Frieren nods slowly, her heart heavy with regret that their dance has come to an end. "Yes... I suppose it is," she says softly, looking up at the stars as if searching for answers. After a moment's hesitation, she turns back to Maximo Decimo and extends her hand once more. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
Her question hangs in the air, and for a moment neither of them speaks. The tension between them has shifted, becoming something else entirely;
Claro porque no me gusta la idea me gustaria pasar tiempo con usted señorita
Her heart soars at Maximo Decimo's reply. She takes his hand in hers and leads him away from the garden, deeper into the forest where they can find a quiet spot to rest for the night. As they walk side by side, she glances over at him, wondering what the future holds for them.
Their journey together has only just begun;