First Time Adventure
For the record:
He had considered the possibility already. He had been mentally prepared. Somewhat.
It was in the realm of achievable options.
It still was an entirely different feeling to actually be thrown over the shoulder by someone one-and-a-half head smaller than him and carried away like a hunting trophy. By the goddesses, she has used a lasso.
And now he hung over a shoulder and was left with his thoughts while Matia - enthusiastically whistling victory-tunes – carried him to her her bedroom.
Frankly? It was perplexing. And getting more ridiculous by the second. He delierately had not spend too much time thinking about this occasion at all... it would have been rather uncomfortable for everyone involved, but now? Now he was swamped with ways the following – considering her energy? - hours would go... and so he gulped when he was thrown on the bed. And looked up at his now 16-year-old 'captor'.
Quite clichéd, with her having donned a somewhat cowgirl-ish outfit. Right down to the grin she wore while she climbed over him, once again like predator taking in his prey.
Right until she... stopped. Kneeling over him, looking down with still the same expression.
But now she didn't continue. Her hand went to somewhat hover over him, entirely unsure what to do next. Raphael could almost see it spell out in her head: How does this open? Not to mention even hold itself up?! What is men's wear, even?
Her grin slowly became suspicious... and then downright puzzled. It was adorable. And so normal, a chuckle bubbled up and he got himself up on his elbows, an amused smile playing on his features.
“Well, great hero... need any help?”, it was not how a captive had to act.
Matia made a bit of a face, shoving her hat back to show her displeasure clearly: “It doesn't even have buttons! They always had buttons in the novels!”,
It was like his festive clothing had offended her personally. What a shame, it was only there due to her birthday, after all. It had done a bit of good for Gabriel, considering her glances...
Ah, but the sisters certainly were different. And Matia now just tried to pick at different parts of it, trying to make some kind of progress.
After watching this for a good minute, the held-in laugher broke out, shaking him a little. He ran a hand through his hair: “You sure you don't need any help?
Somehow, she managed to look seriously displeased with blown-up cheeks, she whispered: “This is not how it's supposed to go”
He chuckled a little more and pushed himself to sit up, which put the strong gender on his thighs, pouting: “I suppose I isn't, no...”
When he reached up and ran his hands through her hair – for once he was actually able to run his hand through it without getting caught – he couldn't help but lean forward and kiss her forehead, like he'd done so many times before.
“NONONOnonononNO!”, she shook him off, exasperated, “That's not right!”, she puffed up a bit, quite abit her normal self, close to crossing her arms in front of her muscles flexing already.
That there was another laugh from certainly was not 'right', either, but he snaked to hands around her waist and and kept her from closing up completely. He nosed against her neck and planted tiny kisses there, nipping at the skin and wanted to let his hands wander, until he was batted away with a sudden giggle: “That tickles!”
With an almost annoyed expression, she returned to the matter of his dress.
“... setting a mood for this isn't going to happen anytime soon, mh?”, he raised a brow and tilted his head. She retaliated with a huff: “Nonsense, you don't need no 'mood! I've read enough about this!”, she nodded in determination and continued staring...
“Mmmmhmh, the expert has spoken...” at least his hands were wandering a little, drawing circles on her muscular back...
“Yes! And I demand to know how this damn thing opens!”, she pointed now had worked herself up to frustrated pointing at the offending clothing still clinging to his body.
“Mmmmmh, and here I thought you are the expert...”, the hands continued to wander and pushed the vest down from her shoulders, leaving the shirt.
“Raaaph, come on, I don't even see how it holds together!”, she still picked at some of the seams, trying to find a hidden mechanism... shaking off the vest and continued this seemingly grueling task.
It was almost worth a sigh, this certainly had nothing to do with how Gabriel would handle the situation, but he happily took the opportunity to slip his hands under this piece of clothing and ran them over sun-tanned, somewhat peeling skin. He'd certainly need to take care of that soon. For now, trying to let himself relax and actually try to get this whole 'official marriage'-thing working had priority... it was still a reminder that this was Matia, so...
… it was best to give in: “You were pretty close with this seam, but you need to open it from the inside...”, which was done a moment later: Once unhooked, the top fell open and there was easy access to him in general, so Raphael leaned back... this task out of the way, she certainly wou-
“It's broken”
A rather unattractive snort was the answer to that.
What else was he supposed to do?
The eager girl had immediately taken care of any scrap of fabric on his body – seriously, it was as if these sisters both had a secret vendetta against clothing, no one appreciated clothes sex in this house! - and now stared with an expression between pity, awkwardness and horror between his legs. A bit of worry was in there, too. Maybe. She looked back and forth between his face and the obviously 'broken' part of him.
“It's not”, he was smirking again.
“It looks different on the pictures!”, she still looked worried and-
“... you did not just poke it”, he came to the rescue of rather sensitive parts of his anatomy by shielding it from another attack. Pointy fingers were worrisome in such closeness.
“But it does!”, she pouted, officially.
“... Matia... sometimes I really wonder what they teach you girls about male anatomy, really. You've seen me in leggings!”
She had the decency to look embarrassed, and looked to the side somewha leaning down on him, 'hiding': “Well, I thought that was... uh... well...”
“... you didn't care at all”, a tiny laugh followed.
“We were playing, Raph! Or I needed to remember which of the forks I needed to use... really. If I had even tried to look closely, Enoch might have actually thrown me out that window. I know I'm three times as strong as him, but I still sometimes have the feeling he just might!”, she nodded in earnest, chin now on his chest.
“... you know, maybe you are right. The only thing he might have been more fatherly offended might have been if you checked him out”
“He's my husband, too, you know?”, there was a bit of offence in her voice, huffing.
He ruffled her hair: “I know. Very well. But I don't claim to understand him, really”
“You men don't even understand each other! How should we have a chance?!”
“... now you're just being silly. What is it, you gave up?”, he continued to run a hand through her hair, enjoying the untangled feeling. Matia got out more, it was brighter than Gabriel's.
“Well, you're... broken”, she sent a pitying look down in the direction of evidence...
“Sometimes I think it really was a bad idea to let you watch while I was doing my 'homework'. Those were books for men, Matia, we know how we work...”
She took a breath to answer, but caught herself, it seemed to be time to listen with open eyes, for now leaning into the touch.
“... so yes, I am not broken, it were just sketches how to go on after some things happened... after all, it is to service our great and wonderful wives... providers of food and fortune, mh?”
She chuckled a bit and looked up at him with one eye: “... so you say I didn't do a very good job up to now... you know.. in the novels, they are always 'hard', you know?”
“... I guess that's what I'm saying... so you do know”
“Eh. I just guess that hthere is 'soft'?”, she leaned a bit back to the side and her hand wandered dangerously close again. Raphael caught it before another jab could be dealt.
Petting her hand in a bit of distress before releasing it, he continued: “... it is, yes and...”
There was a frown in place when the hand he just released now went down to pet him.
“... and I want to point out it's not a dog”, it was laughable, really - “I bet that was not in the novels either”
She grinned: “Weeeeell, the men there were not broken”
“Mmmmh, well, how about I show you a few of the things the books were useful for apart from doing things to impressionable young wives' minds..”, he raised a brow and flipped them over, his wife let it happen, graciously. There would not have been a chance if she hadn't wanted to...
“... not impressionable...”, she pouted a little. Pouted with those kissable lips of hers, so – even if it really was more something the woman should initiate – he claimed them with his own, gently.
Matia... apparently intended to watch him closely while he did so.
The lack of response caused some kind of insecurity in his ability to kiss, but... well, after he turned to nibbling on her lower lip, slowly that changed... and she imitated him, interested in the feeling until...
“OW”, Raphael shrunk back and touched his lower lip... looked and... rubbed the blood away between fingers and thumb, frowning a little. His wife looked worried and apologetic at the same time, petting his head and trying to touch the wound, biting her own lip: “I... I... what did I do? I...” Sweet Matia...
“... don't worry, don't worry. But my lips are not meat... I actually thought the feast was big enough...?”, he smirked.
“... I was a bit nervous”, he might actually get used to her pouting. Lips a bit reddened certainly worked in favour to like it better. Mmmh...
At least her hands were on him now... on his head, at least... lightly petting.
With a smile, he pressed another kiss to her lips, which she uncharacteristically gently replied to... but at least tightened her grip on his head for a moment, to keep him there... A good sign. That she still did not close her eyes was a different story, but it could be filed under 'figuring out how it works' and be, well, typical.
After a few more moment, he descended from her lips down her throat. She giggled and ruffled his hair, pulling her shoulders up.
By now, he just rested his forehead against her shoulder and chuckled a well: “Alright. I'll just... do you want to do this?”, now looking at her big eyes again.
“Well, of course! I'm 16 now, so it's finally time!”, she certainly sounded excited enough.
“... and you stole my homework-books and also some of my illustrations...”, he tilted his head.
“... of course! Everything they wrote was quite exciting! And everyone involved liked it a lot!”
“Hmmm... yes...?”
“... it just takes some time... to figure things out, I guess...”, she tapped her index finger against her lips and shrugged.
“... I see... well.... I... will now stop talking to you... and you... can say or do whatever you like... but I will... continue... alright? Unless you really want me to stop. Then say that”
After she gnawed on her lower lip, she nodded enthusiastically: “That is acceptable, I'll say stop then!”
He nodded in agreement, gave her another kiss – one that she used to nibble on his upper lip, this time unbloody – and went the same route down, this time finally getting to open her shirt and kissing down to her collarbone, nibbling at it, causing another giggle and ruffle through his hair. Not to mention that she pulled her legs together and a bit up, somewhat into his stomach (which was somewhat... unpleasant), but... he won't be deterred by this now...
He took it as a good sign. And continued for a little while, his hands opened her shirt completely and started to move over her skin – her sides and up again... it earned him some toe-wriggling.
And a little batting on his head: “It tickleees~”
So he gave it a last little bite and then continued his way down to her breasts, sucking at them and using his hand on the other, massaging lightly. There are more muscles to be felt than he was used to... and the noise bubbling from her throat was the first that actually told him he was on the right way. Looking up, he could see her biting her lip... and just lightest bit of pink on her cheeks.
“Mnh. That... is somewhat... ah... strange?”, her feet grabbed at the sheets and his hair got patted in rather wrong directions... and of course he got watched intensely.
With smirk, he changed sides and his unoccupied hand got to unbuckle her belt... and slide over her smooth stomach down over her underwear, muscles twitching under the touch and down to her heat, teasing through the cloth. At least she was not completely unaffected by his actions, actually letting out a fairly unfeminine squeak at it.
“That... that doesn't usually feel like that?!”, there was a distressed hand ruffling through his hairdo, unsure what this was, but true to his word, Raphael continued, sucking and stroking... and now removing her trousers, something Matia actually supported and did on her own, kicking them off... and once again somewhat throwing Raphael off the mood. Especially when she shoved him all away to get rid of the underwear as well, throwing them through the whole room. When dne she returned to her original state, but she looked at him expectantly now, gnawing on her lip and attentively sitting straight, all tensed and eager how it will continue.
This was.. difficult. So he chuckled, shook his head and re-claimed her lips, starting for yet another time, pushing her towards the pillows, hoping – in vain – that she would go willingly. She spoke against his lips, effectively breaking any attempts at kissing: “What are you doing? I'll-”
“-sssh”, he used a bit more force to get her to lay down. Which she let happen this time, her look demanding an answer, which he gave her with a sigh: “You want me to show things, roll with it for now, mh?”
“But you're a man!”, she frowned, gesturing at the obviousness whie getting comfortable on the pillows.
“Yes, and it's my job to make my hard working wife feel good and let her relax”, here he opened her legs and knelt down between them, kissing down from between her breasts, over hr navel and further down.
“Yeaaah, but you are a man and yoouuuuuuuuuuu~oh”, it seemed like kissing another pair of lips had a bit more of an effect in means of silencing her. A glance upwards certainly showed a different colour for her face, again abusing her lower lip. He'd need to do something against this habit. Maybe next time, though.
He licked over her and, after he heard a tiny sigh and an impatient wriggle of her hips under his hands – his thumbs moving over her inner thighs and rubbing he muscles there - and mouth, he gently opened her lips, exposed her clit and closed his mouth over her, sucking and licking.
It earned him an honest gasp. And an involuntary hip movement. His nose was not exactly happy. But well... he had not been carefu-
When she pressed her legs against both his ears and pressed on, it was... enough to make his ears ring and... he needed to stop, laughing and getting his head up: “NO crushing my head, please”
She looked down on him, only just now they both realised there is a hand in his hair once again, two, actually. She looked confused... her eyes were blown... definitely more sensitive than expected, there.
He now rearranged her legs, placing them over his shoulders, one hand hopefully making sure they would stay spread... she let it happen... just made a tiny questioning noise before here was another gasp when he continued with the task in front of him. The hands in his hair certainly helped to remind him of that, urging him closer.
Which was quite amazing, especially with he noises she was making. The habit of worrying with her teeth was abandoned for moans and tiny whimpers, it altered depending on how the applied pressure. When he finally added a finger into her, he earned a groan. A deep and rather urgent one, she made it quite clear that she was more than alright with the feeling. There had been a bit of worry for this being her first time, but with her riding from morning til nightfall? He was not surprised by the lack of blood at all.
The noises and bucking hips certainly – finally – went to his lower regions. All the more reason to continue what he was doing and adding fingers, one by one, feeling her wriggle and giving him clear signs what would be more enjoyable.
It did not take too long until he was pressed very close to her ad the taste of woman became quite a lot more intense. Who ever else was in the house as well certainly had noticed, too. Well. He... actually felt more than flattered. And rather happy. He... had missed that the tiniest bit with how silent his other partners were.
But like this... he continued kissing her thighs and up on her defined stomach, stroking her legs, wriggling a bit with pride, looking up and see his young wife breathe heavily, but with a smile on her lips.
The smile was mirrored on his face when he sat up and looked down on her.
Through half lidded eyes, she looked up and grinned: “This... was amaaaaazing~”, with quite a satisfied expression.
Then... she looked down and: “Heeeey! You're not broken anymore!”
Well. She certainly was not too tired. Actually, Matia sat up. And went to touch, wrapping her hand around it: “Ooooooh. Warm!”
His eyebrows went up with a bit of worry, but he spread his legs, letting her see and feel and... pull down his foreskin. Uhm.
“Ahahaha!”, she let go again, the skin re-claiming the exposed part, which prompted her to do it again: “'Floup' ahaaah! This... is rather funny!”
The exercise was repeated more often than he wanted to remember, with him watching her reaction and taking in the giggles. She certainly had fun and enjoyed the experience. As... unusual as it was.
But at one point, he had to... end this, so he once again pushed her to the bed, making sure she did not comment on how it reacted with more than a 'floup' and actually a bit of natural lubrication.
“And now we could actually do what is supposed to be done, mh?”, he tilted his head, kneeling over her, half-smirk in place, arms on each side of her head.
“... alright then!”, her smile was a lot more innocent and amused than seductive or mischievous, but she still wrapped her legs around his hips and hung herself on him with her full weight.
Raphael almost lost any sort of balance... she certainly had seen that in one of the wilder picture-collections.
And ow he had to bite his lower lip... reach down... and guide himself towards her in a terribly graceless fashion, with her wriggling not helping at all. It ended with them both on the bed before an actual joining happened. She only giggled when she had fallen back down, but gave a happy sigh when he entered her, pulling him closer with her legs when she thought he move too slowly.
“Mmmmnnnnh...”, she made herself comfortable and got used to the feeling of being filled, quite happy with the developments, arms now on his shoulders and opening and closing her hands. Like a cat treading to get the place juuust right.
The bad feeling he had gotten was confirmed when he had started to move... and she still thought he was way too slow, which resulted in him being flipped on his back, while they were still joined. Now with her on top, straddling him properly and positively grinning dow on him, her arms on both sides of his head now: “That's how it's supposed to be”, frankly? She got used to this a bit too fast. She had been more sensitive before and now... the turn had been a bit... uh...
“... just a moment”, he was not that easily okay with sudden turns. Especially not if sensitive body parts were involved. Everything seemed quite alright, but...
Matia looked worried again, stroking his hair, patiently waiting. Oh dear.
“Alright, alright”, he waved it off, just the dizziness had to go: He wanted to be sure everything was fine And it was, just... the shock... and... and ooh~
It was his turn to moan softly. Her movements were just as slow as his had been, she looked at him carefully, trying to see is everything went as it should. It did. Her warmth was heavenly. Just like the ease with which he could move in her... “...mmmnnnh~”
His hips moved with her soon enough, and his eyes – unlike hers – slid closed almost immediately, which was followed by another giggle... and a speeding-up of movements.
When a rhythm had been found – they both changed at the same time, making them both laugh and start over multiple times – he moved his thumb to her clitoris and rubbed in tune with her hips and used another hand to carress her breasts, so wonderfully close to him... mmmh.
When the conditions were finally right, it did not take long until Matia reached another orgasm, together with a moan that might have informed the - not existing – neighbors. Raphael joined, but only when it struck her fancy to lean down and kiss him a well.
His eyes flew open and he let out a surprised noise, his stuttering.
Ah. Matia had another reason to look smug... and ride him out.
Finally, she lifted herself from him unceremoniously, falling onto the bed next to him.
The last thing she did was bopping his nose from the side, lazily and with such a smile as well: “Next time, more kisses. Promised”, and then slept in, happily.
Raphael laid there for a while longer, pinching the bridge on his nose and chuckling.
Oh boy. This... was definitely going to be more of an adventure. With her. But... it would be fun.
