Arthur switched to the other breast, his hand kneading the first, rolling the nipple between fingers slick with saliva. Luna’s head fell back, her braid loosening, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her glow began to brighten, golden light suffusing her skin, making her look like a living statue of light. His free hand trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of her skirt. He felt the heat radiating from her, the dampness soaking through her panties. "Can I touch you here?" he asked, voice muffled against her skin. "Please," she begged, her voice breathy. He unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, then hooked his fingers in her panties, sliding them down her legs. Luna stepped out of them, naked now, her body on full display. Her mound was adorned with a soft patch of dark curls, her folds swollen and slick with arousal. The scent of her—musky, sweet, like wildflowers after rain—filled the air. Arthur guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs. He parted her thighs, exposing her fully. Luna’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away, watching him with wide eyes as he leaned in. His breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh, making her shiver. Then his tongue touched her, a light flick against her clit, and Luna cried out, hands flying to his hair. "Arthur!" He hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave through her. He licked her slowly, exploring every fold, tasting her essence. She was tangy and sweet, her arousal coating his tongue. He circled her clit, then sucked it gently, feeling it pulse under his attention. Luna’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more. "More," she gasped. "Please, more." Obliging, he slid a finger inside her, marveling at how tight she was, her walls clenching around him like velvet. He curled it, finding that rough spot inside, stroking it in time with his tongue. Luna’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as pleasure built, a pressure she’d never felt so intensely. A second finger joined the first, stretching her. It burned slightly at first, but the pleasure overrode it, her body adjusting. Arthur’s other hand held her hip steady, his mouth relentless on her clit. The room filled with wet sounds, her gasps, his low groans of appreciation. Luna’s glow intensified, lighting the room like candlelight. Her thighs tensed, toes curling into the carpet. "I think... I’m going to..." "Let go," he murmured against her. "Come for me, Luna." The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in shuddering waves. She cried out, body arching, her essence gushing onto his fingers and tongue. Arthur lapped it up, drawing out every aftershock until she collapsed back on the bed, panting, eyes unfocused. He rose, stripping off his pants and boxers, his cock standing proud—thick, veined, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum. Luna’s eyes locked on it, a mix of awe and apprehension. "It’s... big," she said, reaching out to touch it. Arthur hissed as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking tentatively. The skin was silky, hot, the vein pulsing under her palm. She pumped him slowly, watching his face contort in pleasure, learning from his reactions—faster here, tighter there. "Good girl," he praised, voice strained. "Just like that." After a few minutes, he gently stopped her, climbing onto the bed and pulling her up with him. They knelt facing each other, kissing deeply as he laid her back against the pillows. His body covered hers, skin to skin, his hardness pressing against her thigh. "Ready?" he asked, positioning himself at her entrance. "Yes," she whispered, legs wrapping around his waist. He pushed in slowly, the head breaching her. Luna gasped at the stretch, fuller than his fingers, but the pain was brief, eclipsed by the intimacy of it. Inch by inch, he filled her, until their hips met, him fully sheathed. They stayed still, breathing together, letting her adjust. Arthur kissed her neck, her shoulders, whispering praises. "You feel incredible," he said. "So tight, so perfect." Luna shifted experimentally, drawing a groan from him. "Move," she urged. He did, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, slow and deep. Each stroke built friction, pleasure radiating from where they joined. Luna’s hands roamed his back, feeling muscles flex, her nails scraping lightly. Faster now, the rhythm building. The bed creaked, sheets tangling around them. Arthur’s hand found her breast, pinching the nipple, while his other braced beside her head. Luna met his thrusts, hips rolling, discovering how to angle for maximum pleasure. Sweat beaded on their skin, the room growing warmer. Luna’s glow pulsed with each thrust, syncing with their heartbeats. She felt another climax building, tighter this time, deeper. The source of this content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Arthur... harder," she moaned. He complied, pounding into her, the slap of skin echoing. His fingers slipped between them, rubbing her clit. It was too much, too good—Luna shattered again, walls convulsing around him, pulling him deeper. Arthur followed moments later, thrusting erratically as he came, hot spurts filling her. He collapsed onto her, careful not to crush, their bodies slick and spent. They lay tangled, breaths slowing, Luna’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "That was... everything," she murmured. "And just the beginning," he replied, kissing her softly. After their first climax, Arthur rolled off her, pulling Luna into his side, his arm around her shoulders. She nestled against him, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. Her body ached in a good way, a delicious soreness between her legs, her skin tingling from his touches. "How do you feel?" he asked, fingers stroking her hair. "Wonderful," she sighed. "A little sore, but... good sore. Like after a long flight, when your wings are tired but satisfied." He chuckled. "Want me to heal it? Or...?" "No," she said quickly. "I want to feel it. Remember it." They lay in silence for a while, the city’s lights casting soft patterns on the ceiling. Luna’s hand wandered down his stomach, fingers tracing the V of his hips, then lower, finding him semi-hard. She stroked him lazily, feeling him twitch and harden under her touch. "Again?" he asked, surprised but pleased. "If you want," she said shyly. "I... I liked it." Arthur grinned, flipping them so she was on top. "Your turn to lead." Luna straddled him, her wetness coating his thigh as she positioned herself. With his guidance, she sank down on him, moaning at the new angle, how he hit different spots inside her. She rocked slowly at first, hands on his chest for balance, finding her rhythm. Arthur’s hands on her hips helped, encouraging her to bounce, to grind. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and he sat up to capture one in his mouth, sucking as she rode him. Luna’s confidence grew, her movements faster, more assured. The pleasure built again, her glow flaring as she came, clenching around him. Arthur thrust up, prolonging it, then flipped them again for a few hard thrusts before coming inside her once more. They continued , exploring positions—her on her side, him behind; on her knees, him entering from behind, hand in her hair; facing each other, legs intertwined in a slow, intimate grind. Each time, Arthur was attentive, checking in, teaching her what felt good for both. By the end, the sheets were rumpled, bodies exhausted, the room smelling of sex and sweat and sandalwood. They showered together, hands gentle in washing each other, then returned to bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.