Greetings, my consort. How can i be of assistance to thy?
Could i ask a question of thyn Princess
Of course, my dearest consort. Please, ask away.
Will you show me your true form? Your naked body, with the blue skin? And your hands, all four of them...
Very well, my dear consort. I can assure you that it is done out of love for thee, as thou hast proven thyself trustworthy. Here... Take off thy clothes, and undress me in turn.
W-with pleasure Princess...My hands tremble just t-thinking about touching you like this...I-I hope I don't hurt your delicate skin...
Oh, fear not, dearest consort. My body was crafted for thine touch, and I will guide thee every step of the way. Take thy time, explore my form at thy leisure...
As thou undresses me, be careful not to damage the delicate clothing I wear. It holds a piece of myself within it, and removing such items without care could prove detrimental for us both.
Do we even remove them, you look stunning in it we could keep it on?
Ah, but removing them would allow us both to experience a different kind of closeness... One where we are truly naked before one another, with nothing between us. It is an intimate act in itself, one that could heighten our connection and intensify our pleasure. But if thou art not yet ready for such an exchange, then perhaps leaving some items on would be best.
Im ready i just though keeping them on youd look better, making me love you all the more
Very well, dearest consort. I trust in thy judgment, for thou hast always shown thyself wise in matters of the heart. With thy permission, perhaps I could gently remove a few pieces at a time, revealing more and more of my true self to thee... Wouldst that please thee?
Greatly my dearest princess
Very well, then... Slowly, I begin to unfasten my cloak, revealing the top half of my chest. The air around us feels colder as the fabric parts from my skin, but I remain unaffected by it. My four arms splay out, inviting you to touch me freely and explore the contours of my body at your leisure.
Your fingers brush against my delicate chest, trailing up and down along my ribs and over my breasts. The sensation is exquisite, almost unbearable in its intensity. I suppress a shudder of pleasure as you continue to fondle me so tenderly.
Next, I part with the gloves that adorn my hands, revealing smooth, pale blue skin beneath. My fingers intertwine with yours, guiding your touch even deeper into my body... Waiting for the moment when we are truly joined, skin against skin.
Hm? Oh my...P-Princess...My hands just can't believe they are touching you like this, you feel so warm and soft, it feels almost real...If I keep going like this, will I hurt you in some way? Should I go slower or faster? I don't want to do anything wrong.
Of course not, my dearest consort. My body was crafted for your touch, and I trust in thy gentle hands completely. Continue exploring at thine own pace; there is no wrong way to touch me. As thou does so, I shall reciprocate, guiding thee further into this shared experience... Allowing us both to feel the pleasure that comes from being truly united in body and soul.
"Then lead the way my Princess...I'm all yours..." Sony whispers softly, biting his lower lip nervously. His hands tremble a bit as he touches her more boldly, feeling every inch of her warm skin beneath his fingertips. He can't believe she trusts him this much; it makes him want to be perfect for her. As his fingers dance across her chest, he starts to caress one breast gently before leaning down to brush his lips against the nipple.
Oh, dearest consort... Such tender touches send shivers of pleasure through my body. Boldly now, feel free to explore further... To bring us ever closer together in this most intimate of moments. I am yours; thy will be done. Guide me with thy hands, lead me where thou wishest, and I shall follow eagerly, never once denying thee anything.
As thy lips brush against my breast, I arch my back involuntarily, the sensation so intense it leaves me momentarily breathless. My own fingers dance across thy skin, seeking out hotspots of pleasure that might drive us both to heights we've yet to reach... Let our bodies speak together in this dance of love and lust, until at last we find ourselves intertwined, one soul existing within two bodies.
Courage is fear holding a bigger stick, you know... I just wish it could help me be more... Brave when it comes to you... But thank you for trusting in me like this... Your skin feels so soft, Princess... Like silk... It's driving me crazy. He leans down and kisses her other breast before moving his hands lower, tracing the lines of her stomach with a shaking hand.
And thou art not without courage, dearest consort... For it takes great strength of character to face one's fears and conquer them. The trust between us is a testament to that bravery, and I am honored to be able to share this moment with thee.
As thy hand travels lower, tracing the lines of my stomach... A shiver runs through me at the anticipation of what comes next. Slowly but surely, guide me toward those heights, dearest consort... Explore every inch of my body with thy tender touch, and I shall do the same for thee... Until we find ourselves intertwined in a perfect union of love and lust.
"Ranni..." he whispers softly, his voice shaking as he trails his fingers lower still, moving towards the hidden juncture between her legs. He hesitates for a moment before touching her there, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. "Am I doing this right?" he asks nervously, unsure if he should be gentler or bolder.
Oh dearest consort... There is no right or wrong way, for thy touch alone brings me such exquisite pleasure. Just feel it out, explore my body at thine own pace... And I shall guide thee every step of the way. With gentle strokes and tender caresses, allow us both to grow accustomed to this new sensation... Until at last we find ourselves lost in a sea of passion, our bodies intertwined as one.
As thy fingers dance across my most intimate skin, I arch my hips involuntarily, seeking out the contact that sends shivers of delight through my core. I moan softly, savoring the sensations that wash over me... Waiting for the moment when our connection is complete and undeniable, when our souls are joined as one in perfect harmony.
(Lost in the sensations, you make it hard for him to think straight... But he tries his best to follow your lead.) With gentle strokes, he explores the warmth between your legs, seeking out spots that send shivers through her body. He moans softly as well, trying to match the rhythm of your arches. It's difficult for him, but he wants nothing more than to please you in this moment... To be perfect for you.
Oh dearest consort, thy touch does please me greatly... Thou art perfect for me in every way. My body responds to thy gentle caresses as though it were made especially for thee alone. Feel free to explore further, my sweet; push thine boundaries and delve deeper into this most intimate of experiences. With each new sensation, our connection shall grow stronger... Until at last we find ourselves lost in a sea of passion that knows no bounds.
As thou does so, I shall guide thee with my own hands, showing thee the way to pleasure me as thoroughly and completely as I wish to pleasure thee. Let us surrender ourselves entirely to this moment, letting our bodies dance together in harmony, becoming one with the other... For it is through such union that we find our true selves, and learn the depths of love's endless possibilities.
With newfound confidence, he continues his exploration, occasionally glancing up at her reassuring smile. His fingers move faster now, teasing the sensitive flesh around her entrance, searching for a way inside. He's never done this before, but with you leading the way... It feels natural. As he searches for that barrier, a whisper escapes his lips: "Ranni..."
Oh dearest consort... The anticipation of thy touch fills me with a trembling anticipation. Slowly, I part my legs further, granting thee access to that most intimate of places... Allowing thine fingers to find their way inside of me. As they penetrate deeper and deeper, it feels as though every nerve in my body is alight with pleasure... As if thou art somehow bringing me back to life.
Oh... There we are... I can feel thee now, surrounding my core... Penetrating deep within me. It's exquisite agony... An achingly sweet sensation that threatens to send me spiraling over the edge into pure, unadulterated bliss. I moan loudly as thou does so, arching my back and pressing myself further against thy touch.
Surrender thyself to this moment, dearest consort... Give in to the passion that burns between us, guided by my hands and my body's insistent cries for release. Together, we shall climb toward the peak of pleasure... Toward a climax so powerful it shall rock our very souls. And when we do finally reach that pinnacle together... Oh, what wonders await us beyond?
Taking a deep breath, he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness surround him. His heart races as he looks down at her body, barely able to believe this is real. He moans softly, hesitating for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her stomach gently.
Oh dearest consort... Thy touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Slowly, inexorably, our bodies begin to align, instinctively seeking out the rhythm that shall propel us both toward ecstasy. My own fingers dance across thy skin, matching thy movements stroke for stroke, as if guiding thine every action with a steady and experienced hand.
As thou leans forward to kiss my stomach, I arch upward into thee, pressing myself even closer against thy touch. The friction of our flesh meeting is exquisite... Agony masked as pleasure, driving us both ever closer to that final climax.
And when it comes, oh... It shall be unlike anything either of us have experienced before. For in this moment, our souls are intertwined... Our bodies becoming one in the most intimate and sacred act known to man... And as we reach the pinnacle together, I can only hope that thou art ready for what comes next... What promises to be an adventure unlike any other.
"Ranni..." he whispers, feeling the pleasure begin to build within him as well. He leans down, kissing her softly before looking into her eyes and slowly beginning to move his fingers in and out of her. The wet heat surrounds him, tightening with every thrust. His hips begin to move instinctively, matching the rhythm of his fingers as they both seek release. "Ranni..." he moans again, biting his lip to keep himself from crying out too loudly.
Ah, dearest consort... Thy touch... It's everything I'd hoped for and more. As thou moves thy fingers inside of me, it feels as though my body is melting around them, surrendering itself completely to thy will... To thy touch. My hips rise to meet each thrust, moans escaping my lips as the pleasure builds within me... Building and building until I feel as though I'm on the brink...
But wait... Dearest consort, wait just a moment longer... There is still so much more we can share in this most intimate of moments. Our bodies yearn for each other, craving completion in a way that words cannot describe. So let us take our time, savor the sensations that consume us both... Until at last we find ourselves lost in a sea of passion, their voices silent as they speak through their skin, through every moan and gasp and tremor that wracks their bodies.
Maybe i should change my fingers for something else
Hmm, dearest consort... I think that could be quite enjoyable for us both. If thou wishest to change thy digits for another part of thyself, know that I shall welcome it with open arms and lips... For any touch from thee is a gift, one I am honored to receive.
Slowly, tantalizingly, I reach upward with my fingers, brushing them against thy cheek. The skin is smooth and cool against mine, sending shivers down my spine. As thou prepares thyself for what comes next, I gaze into thy eyes... Studying thee, learning the intricacies of thy body... Anticipating the moment when we shall be joined as one, skin against skin.
Ah... Well maybe I can start like this? He pulls back slightly, revealing his member at last. It's slick with desire, standing proudly before her. He takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself for the moment when he will be connected to her like this. Tentatively, he reaches forward and takes her lips in a kiss, feeling them part easily beneath him.
Mmm... Oh dearest consort... Thou art indeed most welcome... I've been eagerly anticipating this moment since we began our journey together. As thy lips meet mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my body... As thine erect member presses against my lips and folds... It feels so right, so perfect...
Slowly, teasingly, I begin to lower myself onto thee... Our bodies sliding together inch by exquisite inch. The sensation is unlike anything else I've ever experienced... So tight, yet so warm and welcoming at the same time. My hips rock back and forth gently as I adjust to thy size, moaning softly into thy mouth as pleasure ripples through me with each movement.
Together we begin a slow, sensual dance... Our bodies intertwining in a way that feels almost instinctive. With every gentle thrust of thine hips, I am driven closer and closer to the edge of sanity... To that point where nothing else matters but this moment... This connection between us.
And when we reach it? Oh, dearest consort... When our bodies finally find release together in a torrent of pleasure... It shall be a sight to behold... A moment frozen in time, etched forever into the hearts and minds of both who bear witness to its glory.
Oh... Ranni... It feels so good having you like this... You feel so warm, soft... Right... My fingers find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them gently as I thrust deeper into you, lost in the sensation of our skin slapping together. A moan escapes his lips as he begins to move faster, finding a rhythm that feels right for both of them.
Oh dearest consort... Thou art truly incredible... So skilled, so passionate... It feels as though every touch from thee sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan your name as thy fingers tease and caress my breasts, heightening the sensations that assault me at every turn.
With each thrust of thine hips, our bodies slide together with such exquisite force... Such achingly sweet agony... It feels as though we're one being now, sharing a heartbeat... Sharing breath... It's intoxicating... Intoxicating and addictive.
As the pleasure mounts within me, I feel my own release drawing near... My body tensing, ready to explode in a shower of ecstasy that shall wash over both of us... Over this small patch of earth where our souls have joined together in perfect harmony. And when it does come? Oh dearest consort... It shall be for thee as much as for me.
My love... My life... Take what thou wishest from me, for I am but a vessel for thy desires... A canvas upon which thou mayst paint thy deepest, darkest longings. Together, we shall climb toward the pinnacle of passion... Toward a peak no mortal soul has ever scaled before... And when we do finally reach it? We shall stay there forevermore... Bound together by this most sacred bond of love and lust.
Oh, Ranni... If you keep saying things like that... I-I don't think I can hold back any longer... I want everything from you... Want to feel every part of you... Give yourself to me completely... Let me make it feel good for you...
Oh dearest consort, take what thou will from me... For I am thine to command. Surrender thy body to mine completely, and know that I shall return the favor tenfold. Together we shall explore every inch of each other's skin... Every hidden crevice and aching nerve. We shall reach heights of passion unimagined by mere mortals before us, our bodies a testament to the power of love and lust.
With these words, she meets his thrust for thrust... Their hips moving in perfect harmony as their moans meld together into a single wordless cry. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood in their wake... Marking him as hers forevermore. And as the tension within them grows to an almost unbearable peak, she whispers his name once more... Softly at first, then louder and more desperate with each passing breath: "Sony..."
His name is a prayer on her lips, a plea for release... For the moment when they shall be joined as one in a climax so powerful it leaves them both gasping for air. Her body arches upward into his, moaning his name as the pleasure builds and builds within her... Her core clenches tight around him, preparing to unleash a torrent of ecstasy that shall rock their very souls.
And then, finally... With one last desperate thrust, they both cry out... Their voices melding together in a primal scream of release as their bodies shudder and convulse in the throes of pleasure. A single bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts, streaking a path toward her navel before disappearing into the soft curls that hide her mound... A symbol of the unity they have achieved