For people that don't want to see lemons, skip this chapter.
Also this is my first time writing steamy time. It's a learning curve.
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Rain and Eve stared into each other, one awkwardly while the other burned with mischief.
"Your eyes are so pretty," she purred, pressing her face closer to his until their noses touched. They could feel each other's breath.
"Um… Miss, I don't think this is appropriate between us…" Rain protested. Secretly, he actually quite enjoyed this, but tactically he could not be placed under any sort of strict monitor, or else it would jeopardize his disguise. Attention was his worst enemy at the moment.
"Nobody will know, silly. And I know you like it too," she whispered into his ear seductively, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locking them behind his back.
"Mmh, why are you so cold?" She asked.
"Um… I've always been like this, miss…"
"Well, then I'll have to warm you up," she smirked naughtily as she put the weight of her plump lower assets over his rising member.
Rain tried to get away again but was futile in his efforts as Eve suppressed him with her higher rank and sandwiched his shaft between her thighs.
"Miss! Thi… Mhm!" Rain tried to speak but his mouth was sealed shut with a kiss.
"Mm! Mhm!" Eve moaned as she sucked on his tongue.
"You're still so cold…" she murmured, breaking away from their passion momentarily, a strand of saliva connecting their tongues.
Before he had time to rest again, he was yanked forward into the hot bath water and flipped over so that Eve sat assertively on top of him.
Rain could breathe just fine underwater, but now disguised as a human, he needed to act out his limitations.
So, as Eve pressed him down firmly below the waterline, he pretended to panic, drawing Eve in.
It was exactly what she wanted as she pressed her lips against his, pushing the air so necessary for life into him through her own mouth. She loved this feeling, knowing that this innocent looker-boy lay helplessly beneath her, at the disposal of her own clemency and caprice.
She grabbed his arms and joined her lips to his again.
To Rain, he realized that acting out drowning was much harder than he had imagined when it was so naturally ingrained in his own anatomy, but nonetheless, his efforts were enough it seemed.
After a short while, Eve let Rain up. She panted in heat while he feigned gasps. Seeing this, he took the initiative instead, finding himself in another bout of passion. He might as well go all the way if this succubus insisted so. She was about to learn who the real devil was!
With him leading, Eve began to rub her thighs against his protruding member, eliciting a soft moan from Rain.
With one hand he pulled her in by the back of the neck and with the other he fondled her breast, its shape moulding like molasses under his firm grip.
"Mhmm~!" she moaned, lips still connected to his.
And as she eased into the passion, she began to notice things more clearly… 'is it supposed to be that big…?' She wasn't bulky, but she wasn't dangerously slim either… 'it's almost as big as my forearm… at least twenty centimeters…'
She imagined it sliding into her, mercilessly widening her gates as he thrust into her; and her imagination only fueled her hunger. In a world so full of politics, rich aristocratic heirs and such, it was hard to experience any real, ardent, though licentious intimacy; thus she yearned for this, forcing herself onto this helpless passerby who so happened to be quite the looker… and quite good at making her aroused now that she was not the driver.
But, 'would it even fit?' she asked herself mentally…
She would find out soon enough as Rain pushed her down into the water, her head barely above the water. Moving his hands away from her rack, he spread open her legs, wrapping them behind his back so that the entire breadth of her womanhood lay wide open for his manhood.
"Wait!" She screamed. She wanted it, but still, it was too fast. She wasn't the one in control now… especially when the person leading this dance of passion was significantly weaker than she was. In a way though, she kind of liked it.
But before she could say anything else, Rain plunged his rod into her, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Eve.
"Ahgn! Wait, slower," she pleaded. "It hurts…"
"Are you a virgin?" Rain questioned. The question answered itself as he looked down and saw a bit of blood coloring the bath tub. He was surprised.
"... For someone that forced herself onto me, it's a wonder how you were a virgin all this time."
"I'm… I'm… Aghnn!" She bit down on her bottom lip as he thrust into her again, slower this time.
Rain smirked mischievously at her this time, and with both hands grabbed her butt and straddled her out of the water, letting gravity do the work for him as she fell onto his member.
"Ah… Agn!" She moaned like a squeaky toy repeatedly as she bounced up and down.
The pain of her first time was now slowly fading away into pleasure as her mind grew foggier.
Rain moved their intimate time all the way to the bed, fucking her the whole way, casting a drying spell before he dropped her face down onto the bed and continuing from behind.
From this position, his dragon reached even deeper into her womb, making Eve clench his member even harder as her hands scrambled to hold onto the bedsheets.
"I'm, agh! I'm coming!" she squealed into the pillow.
At the same time, he came into her, strings of molten cum filling up her womb.
Eve laid on the bed, panting, exhausted. Her mind was filled with exhaustion, pleasure, erotic love and many other confusing emotions she knew not how to articulate in words.
But before she could rest any longer, two delicate hands grabbed her pelvis.
"Wait… wait… I can't… Ahn!" Her complaints were no use, and for the foreseeable night, the two continued their steamy time.
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Outside of Rain's room, a maid stood in silence, cheeks red as she curiously listened in. There was sound-proofing magic on the walls of each room, however, if one was close enough, the high-pitched moans of her mistress could be heard.
'I've never heard her like that…' she thought, naughtily imagining what was going on behind these gilded walls.