Where virgin! Valarr seeks advice from his dear cousin (there’s no explicit mention of them being related in the story, just in case it makes anyone uncomfortable).
18+, subby! Valarr, corruption kink if you squint your eyes :p
Valarr was inexperienced.
He carried a quiet shame about it. Not because he had anything to prove, but because he was nervous for his first time. He didn’t know what to expect, what to do, how to please his partner or how to enjoy it himself. He could’ve gone to seek pleasure in exchange for gold, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He sought honest advice from someone he trusted and valued.
And that’s how the two of you found yourselves in a rather unusual conversation inside your chamber. He still wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to ask something so intimate to a girl he’s been fawning over for years now. Once a silly childhood crush had grown into an obsession over a summer, and he hasn’t looked at you differently ever since.
But if there was anyone he wanted to learn from, it was you.
“Valarr, it’s not something I can instruct you in. You must simply do it and let it come as it will”. You walked to the table, pouring yourself glass of water as Valarr followed you behind like a lost puppy.
“But-“ He tried his best to come up with a reasonable argument and instead ended up sounding desperate. “You must tell me!”.
“Why don’t you ask Daerion?” You turned around, now looking at him as you took a sip. “Surely he has a lot more knowledge about…this.”
“Daerion is not a woman,” Valarr raised his eyebrows. “And I believe he doesn’t really care for pleasuring them either.”
You sighed. You felt bad for him, knowing well that if you didn’t step in, he’d end up hearing and believing the same old lies about “pleasuring” women which were just things made up by men who never concerned themselves with understanding women’s desires at all.
“Fine,” you said, putting the goblet down on the table. “Listen and learn.”
Valarr stood there staring at you, mismatched eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“First,” You began speaking in a serious tone. “You must not rush.”
Valarr nodded eagerly. He looked so innocent like this, so sweet.
“What comes before the passion is important.” You spoke. “You shall start with soft touches, on arms, waist, as you get closer to her.” You kept your eyes on him.
“Put your hand on her face before you kiss her, rub her face gently, make sure to look her in the eyes and after that- “
“Wait.” Valarr interrupted.
You stared at him as he shifted nervously on his feet.
“I- I don’t know how to…”
“You have never kissed before?”
“I have, of course I have!” He said in a rush, trying to defend himself. “I just do not know how to do it properly.”
You narrowed your eyes. Before you stood a boy you’ve always found attractive. And gods, he thought the same. To Valarr, you were more than charming, you were ethereal. You were how he imagined all the queens around the seven kingdoms, radiant, untouchable. You noticed long ago how Valarr always tried to stay close to you, appearing wherever you were, even attending the most boring dinners when the other princes always found some excuse to slip away after only few minutes. But Valarr stayed. He stayed until you decided it was time to leave and each time, he made sure to politely walk you back to your chambers. Before closing your door, you would turn back to him, giving him a soft smile. And he was utterly, helplessly smitten.
That’s why his breath hitched when you stepped closer. Putting your hand on his arm, Valarr stiffened under your touch, swallowing nervously as his gaze darted everywhere but your face.
“You have to keep your hands occupied,” You said, face so close to his that your warm breath ghosted over his lips. “And you part your lips like this.”
Valarr obeyed without thinking, his lips parting as his breath trembled. He could feel the heat spreading over his body as he felt your lips slowly brush his. And then you kissed him. With his eyes fluttering shut, Valarr let out a shaky breath from his nose, his hand instinctively reaching for your waist.
Your hand slid to his jaw and then into his hair, tangling in the dark strands, ruffling the silver streak that ran through it. As if he was under your spell, Valarr grabbed onto the bodice of your dress, his knuckles turning white.
You pulled away to catch your breath, looking Valarr into the eyes. His gaze met yours, chest rising up and down as he tried his best to keep his composure.
It felt like everything he had fantasized about for years had finally become real. And now that he had tasted you, his desire somehow grew, he craved you a thousand times more. Not letting go of your dress, Valarr breathed out:
“I- I believe I need more practice.”
“Yeah,” you replied, equally breathless. “I have a lot more to teach you.”
And your lips crashed back to his. Valarr let out a soft whimper as your tongue slipped in his mouth. You pushed him on the bed, crawling on top of him as you started undoing his doublet. Heavy breathes filled the room as he helped you to take the garment off of him. Valarr’s gaze stayed fixed on you, remembering each one of your movements.
When all he was left wearing was his breeches, you took his hand and led him to where your dress cinched tightly at the back.
“This is how you undo the gown.” You looked at him as he rose up from the bed with his upper body to get closer to you, slowly working the strings undone with your hands guiding him.
A blush crept up on his neck and to his face as he felt your bare, soft skin under his touch. He looked up at you with anticipation, as if he was quietly asking for a permission to remove the clothing of off you.
You gave him a quick nod and Valarr pulled the garment down your shoulder, slowly, giving you more than enough time to stop him if you suddenly changed your mind. But you never did.
You helped him, slipping your arms out of the dress as it fell down to your waist, exposing your chest. Valarr was completely red now, staring at your breasts, unsure of what to do with himself.
“Don’t be shy now, Valarr,” you spoke, starling him a bit, slight smirk on your face. “You can touch it.”
Valarr slowly raised his large hand and put it on your breast. He felt the arousal creeping between his legs, growing more aware that you were sitting directly on his lap, your clothed pussy rubbing on his clothed dick.
You placed your hand over his, the difference in size becoming more apparent.
“Like this.” you said as you made him squeeze your breast slightly.
“I- will it not cause you pain?” he looked at you with worry in his eyes.
You couldn’t help but smile. You could now feel his hard on between your legs, as it pulsed with each of your movement. But despite his desires, he was more concerned about you, trying his best to not make you uncomfortable.
“No, go gentle at first.” You reassured him, cupping his jaw and kissing him.
Valarr’s thumb brushed over your hardened nipple and you let out a little moan. He quickly caught that, the sound making his dick twitch under his pants.
You tilted your head slightly, kissing his jaw and moving down to his neck, his adam’s apple moving as he swallowed nervously. You took your time showering him with kisses, one of your hands dropping down his chest.
Valarr’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt your hand palm him over his breeches. Involuntarily, his hips rose to your touch, letting out a shaky breath. Your hand slid down his sculpted abs, nails dragging slightly, leaving rosy marks on his soft skin. Valarr’s gaze followed you as you made your way down to his chest and to his core, his muscles tightening under your tender kisses.
“Have you ever had someone touch you here before?” you said, voice sultry as you rubbed your hand on his hard length.
“N-no, princess.” His face was hot, cheeks flushed.
“Good,” you looked up at him. “Now, Valarr, for this part, you just stay there and enjoy.”
Pulling down his breeches, his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. His tip was already glistening with arousal, veins running along his hard length. Valarr spread his legs, giving you a better access, innocently expecting your mouth on him right away. Instead, he felt a kiss on his hip, your hot breath fanning over his sensitive skin.
You took your time with him, teasing the poor boy until he grew desperate and his arousal smeared on his stomach. Valarr whined when he felt your lips at the base of his cock, leaving a wet, gentle kiss. Your eyes found his, as you made your way up to his tip, finally wrapping your lips around his flushed head.
The muscles on his arms flexed as he tried holding himself up, not wanting to look away from you even for a second. His head was spinning from how good it felt, your hot mouth on his sensitive tip as your hand worked his base.
You hummed, soft vibrations making Valarr’s eyes roll back in his skull. His breathes quickened along with his heartbeat, fingers grabbing the bedding.
“Princess- wait, I- I’ve never done this before, fuck-“ His hand grabbed onto your shoulder, pushing you slightly. And before you could realize what was happening, ropes of cum painted his stomach.
Valarr’s hips jerked, thrusting up in your fist, trying desperately to replace the sensation of your mouth as he rode out his high. It was truly a sight to see. His brows furrowed together, mouth agape, pretty lips red and glistening from him biting down on them.
Your lips curled in a smirk, not removing your hand from his dick just yet.
“Awh,” you cooed, rising yourself up towards him. “Was it a little too much for you, Valarr?”
Still trying to catch his breath, Valarr turned his face towards you, eyes half lidded.
“Oh, poor thing,” you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair, drawing him closer as he leaned in. “It felt too good, huh?”
“Princess,” he said softly. “You’re only amusing yourself with me, aren’t you?”
You smiled at him, pressing your lips to his damp forehead.
“Never, my sweet prince. You just looked way too adorable like this, that’s all.”
His hand reached your jaw, long fingers grabbing your face gently as he kissed you. Valarr burned with passion. This was the most vulnerable he’s ever been with anyone, and he couldn’t ask for somebody better than you. He kissed you as though his body was speaking for him, showing how much you meant to him.
“Show me,” he said, lip still brushing over yours. “Teach me how to please you.”
And once again, your hand guided his, sliding it up your inner thigh. His hands felt warm against your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“Put your fingers there, yeah, like that” you loosened your hold on his hand, allowing him more freedom to act on his own.
Valarr’s fingertips pressed on your pussy, wetness smearing on his fingers. It made his head spin to think that you were soaked because of him, that he got to touch you, out of every man, every knight falling at your feet, willing to risk their lives for your attention, you chose him.
“Feel that?” your gaze drifted to him, “That’s how wet you should make your lady.”
“There’s no other lady for me, princess” Valarr breathed, looking up at you. “I belong to you… if you’ll have me.” He quickly added.
“If I’ll have you?” you repeated softly, amused, a hint of satisfaction flickering in your eyes. “Is that why you came to me to teach you what is usually taught by older brothers, or mastered through practice?”
Valarr’s cheeks heated up again, feeling like you could see right through him.
“I- I had not thought it would come to this.” He said, fingers pressing bit stronger on your inner thigh now.
“But you have imagined,” you parted your legs for him. “Imagined me as you touched yourself.”
“Princess…” Valarr breathed, eyes fixed on your glistening cunt.
“Want to have a taste, Valarr?” you said, fingers messing with his hair.
Sounding more like an invitation rather than a question, Valarr buried his face between your legs. His fingers held onto your thighs, thumbs circling on your soft skin. You could feel how he moved his tongue between your folds, his nose rubbing on your clit.
Your fingers slipped in his hair, tugging lightly on the ends.
“Ah,” A whimper escaped Valarr’s lips. “Am I doing this correctly, princess? Is this pleasing you?” he looked up at you.
His mouth was glistening with your arousal, cheeks flushed both from embarrassment and mind-clouding lust that had taken over him. He was not sure what he was doing, but he felt almost like in that moment, the sole purpose of his life was to please you. To stay on his knees for hours and taste you on his tongue, to feel your fingers twisting in his hair. He wanted you to use him.
“Not too bad for the first time,” you still managed to tease him although you were almost breathless. “We shall return to this later.”
Holding his jaw, you urged him to lean closer to you. Valarr obeyed, rising above you until his body hovered over yours for a moment before pushing him back against the bed. Your knees pressed into the bed as you grinded on his erection.
Valarr laid there, looking up at you. His body was aching with desire, the primal instinct taking over him. He had been horny before, of course he had been, just like all the boys his age. Except each one of his arousals were somehow connected to you. Like that one time during a Ball, when you walked in, wearing a gown with the tightest corset and he accidentally glanced at your breasts. He had to sit at the table and shake his leg nervously after that until his boner went away.
And now, he felt like he could cum just by thinking about how your warm walls would feel wrapped around his dick.
“Please,” a desperate beg tore from him. “Don’t make me suffer any longer, Princess”.
A small smile tugged at your lips, his pleas sounded like music to your ears. Without a rush, you lined his flushed dick to your entrance and you slowly sank down on him.
Valarr shuddered at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. His hands rested on your thighs, grabbing onto the soft flesh as he tried his best to avoid repeating the same embarrassing incident that happened to him a short while ago.
“Gods-“ He grunted, meeting, his hips meeting you halfway through. “I’ve dreamed about this”.
“Who knew sweet Valarr was so lustful” your hand travelled down his chest as you moved up and down, the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot each time.
His brows furrowed at your teasing, cock twitching inside you. He couldn’t even understand why he enjoyed when you talked down to him, but he wanted more, more of this, more of you.
You reached for his neck, kissing and biting softly at his skin. Small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he breathed loudly, his moans filling the chamber. The guards standing outside the door or the maids walking past it could definitely hear Valarr’s gasps as you rolled your hips, tightening around him.
“Princess, it feels s-so good,” Valarr breathed, “I-I don’t think I can hold on much longer”.
“It’s alright, sweet boy, don’t restrain yourself,” you cooed, leaving wet kisses on his jaw. “Cum for me, Valarr.”
You fastened your pace, filthy sounds of your skin slapping together driving him crazy.
“F-fuck, ah, fuck me!” Valarr cried as he spilled his seed inside you, thrusting up as he came down from his high.
You admired the sight in front of you. With damp hair sticking to his forehead and the most fucked out expression on his face, Valarr laid on your bed, flushed chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Getting off of his lap, you laid next to him, twisting your leg with his.
“So, was the real thing better than whatever you’d been imagining?” you smiled at him.
“More than I had dreamed.” Valarr replied, looking over at you. His eyes lingered on your face, sudden shyness creeping over him. “Y-you are too beautiful.”
Valarr’s heart skipped a beat at the laugh that escaped you.
“And you’re too handsome, my prince” you said, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.
“I-I don’t want to trouble you much longer, princess.” He spoke, flustered by the compliment.
“Oh, no, no,” you placed your hand on his bare chest. “We’ve got a lot more learning to do.
