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Cubefall with Emcee

Sinric's room is much as it was last time Emcee visited, although the bar has kindly upgraded the size of his bed to a queen to fit this rather larger body.

The only thing out of place is a rather ornate Sino court costume, stuffed unceremoniously into a chest in the corner, the fine silk crushed.

Sinric ignores it, rather pointedly and offers Emcee his hand. "Would you like a drink? I've grown rather fond of the mead the Northmen favour."

He feels strangely nervous and unsure.

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He doesn't know how to be anything but gentle. Large and strong, Sinric is still himself.

He kisses the back of her neck again and unclips the back of her dress. Sliding those big hands over her shoulder, he pushes the straps down.

With his hands on her shoulders, she steps out of her shoes and pushes them aside. She's now even more shorter than him, the top of her head just reaching his shoulder.

The dress slips from her body to form a pool of silver at her feet. She pulls his arms around her, pressing his palms to her skin. Pale, smooth, flawless. Slender yet shapely limbs, with a hint of tomboyish sturdiness. Perky breasts that are just the right size and no bigger than Sinric's hands.

She reminds him of his own slender body, the slightness and grace. He turns her gently to look down into her eyes, smiling warmly. "You're so beautiful."

When she smiles, her cheeks dimple in that familiar way.

"Thank you, darling, but this is only magic. I simply wear it well."

She tucks her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, her smile growing sly.

"You wear your beauty well, too, but I think you need to wear...less."

"Not this." He runs his hands down Emcee's slender hip. "This body is beautiful but you. You shine." He kisses her again, slow and soft.

He blushed at that, and nods. The shorts are loose and slip down easily enough once the laces at the waist are released.

Beneath them he wears nothing but the weight of male endowment. Not insubstantial male endowment, and intact as he has never been.

He is incredibly sweet, and she can't help the warmth that surges through her when he kisses her again.

Then, taking one of his hands, she steps back to get a good look at him.

A very good look.

Oh, she could look at him forever.

But she blinks and shakes her head a little as if snapping herself out of a trance, and she giggles brightly with delight. Everything about Sinric is a delight to her.

"You really are big all over."

He looks down at himself, his eyes widening. "Oh! I... I am." He blushes very sweetly, his cheeks and chest flushing.

Emcee licks her lips as she contemplates the best course of action. There really are so many possibilities here.

She steps close to him, trailing her fingers down his well-muscled chest and torso.

"You are an Adonis, darling," she murmurs appreciatively. And lustily.

Sinric laughs, deeper than usual, shivering softly as her touch makes him harden further. "Hardly. The bar has just been kind to me."

He touches the curves of her waist very gently, running the backs of his knuckles over her skin. "I...I'm not sure how to do this."

"Well, then, this is your inner Adonis striving to show himself," she says with a crooked smile.

She steps closer at his touch and her hand slides lower, tracing the crease between his hip and thigh.

"Don't worry, darling. There are many ways to do it, and we have all night."

Sinric groans at the touch, "Guide me?" He begs softly, his hands curving over her rear now, big hands cupping his buttocks.

"Gladly," she says warmly, leaning against him just enough to press his cock between their bodies. She then takes one of his hands and leads him to the bed, urging him to sit back against the headboard amongst the pillows.

The press of her warm body against him, against the burning spear of hi manhood makes him gasp, momentarily too overwhelmed by the sensation to understand her urging towards the bed.

Is this why men are often so eager? The sensation, the want is blinding.

But he accepted her lead and sits on the bed, the silk coverlet cool and soft against his skin.

"Emcee." That single word is heavy with desire and helpless gratitude as he pulls her gently to join him.

She climbs onto the bed and straddles him, at the very top of his thighs, her own warm and wet flesh aching to connect with him. And in this position, facing each other while sitting up, they can fully explore each other however they like.

"How does this feel?" she murmurs just above a whisper as she begins to touch and caress his balls with warm, delicate fingers.

"Warm, strange." Especially having balls, "Powerful... intoxicating."

His large hands find her waist, sweeping up slowly to her ribs. He hesitates, just below the curves of her breasts. "May I... I want very much to kiss your chest."

She arches her back as his hands sweep up her sides. And she sits prettily with her shoulders straight, presenting her breasts to him.

"I would like it very much if you did," she murmurs in a velvety voice, her gaze landing on his lips.

He cups her close and leans in to press the bow of his lips to the upper curve of her breast, then the lower curve. He looks up at Emcee, making sure he's doing right as he takes a warm nipple between his lips, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

She tips her head back a bit and exhales a sigh at the touch of his warm lips, moaning softly when he teases her nipple. Her thighs spread wider on his lap in a not-so-subtle reaction, and she lifts a hand to comb through Sinric's golden mane.

Sinric groans as the wet heat on her against his skin makes him vibrate with hardness. He lavishes her breasts with kisses and links, suckling softly in the ways he finds pleasurable.

But it's the other part he's not use to- the way his stones ache with need, the way his manhood thrums and leaks. He wants that heat. Wants to be inside her, greedy and lustful. "Emcee... I... I need you."

She moans louder as he indulges himself, and she cups his head in her hands, keeping him close and pressing her breasts against his mouth.

"Mmm, yes, darling," she sighs lustfully, "I need you, too."

She takes his hands and places them on her hips.

"I want you to see what you can do with your body..."

Grasping his shoulders, she shifts forward to slowly grind her hot, wet flesh against the base of his impressively solid cock.

Instinct cuts across Sinric's uncertainty and he surges with desire at the hear of her. Without thought, he lifts her by the waist, burning manhood hungry to enter her.

He catches himself before he dives in too hastily, but sliding into her deeply.

She gasps with eagerness when he takes hold of her and lifts her. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she sinks down onto his cock as he rises, completely enveloping him.

With a shaky sigh, she closes her eyes for a moment to relish the sensation. She can almost feel his pulse throbbing inside her, a powerful heat. Her thighs tremble, squeezing around him.

He moans something between a blessing and a curse in Greek, shaking with the abrupt heat of her.

He pulls her into a rough and needy kiss, hips already moving in jerking thrusts.

She's pulled into the kiss and she almost laughs with joy against his lips as he begins to thrust into her. She would tell him to slow down or he might expend himself too soon -- but she has no doubts about his being able to do it again. And possibly a few more times throughout the night.

Deepening the kiss, she rocks her hips downward, and moans into his mouth.

He moans her name, between thrusts, between kisses. His hands rove up to cup her breasts, her shoulders, stroking back her hair as he at last find the control to slow his thrusts to something more steady and less desperate. "Emcee... so good."

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