Cubefall with Emcee

[thewidewideworld]

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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[thewidewideworld]

"I certainly eat more." he laughs softly, "When first I changed, I spend half the day swimming. When I came into the bar, I was more hungry than I ever remember being."

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, you're a growing boy," she says, taking a delicate sip of her drink. "You need to feed every new inch of you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly. "You have a gift for making that sound very inviting. But what of you? What difference do you find in this form?" He strokes her bared shoulder softly with the back of a knuckle.

[i_am_your_host]

"Besides the space between my legs?" she says with a grin.

"I feel lighter, smaller. Somehow even more uninhibited than I typically am. My habits are still the same, except it takes slightly faster for me to feel the effects of alcohol. The sex, however...the sensations are just--"

She exhales a sighing breath, biting her lower lip and fluttering her eyelashes.

"--Mmmph."

[thewidewideworld]

That sound makes and the look on her face makes him blush again. Less out of embarrassment and more because of the effect it's having on him.

"I'm certainly finding this body... faster to react to desire." He says, almost shyly.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, really?" she says, her gaze drifting down his body and lingering at his crotch. He eyes flick back up with a seductive smile.

"Let's find out how quickly I can make you react, then."

She takes another swallow of mead and sets her glass down. She then goes up to Sinric and turns around, reaching over her shoulder to indicate the clasp of her dress.

[thewidewideworld]

He hesitates a moment, his large hands hovering around her shoulders. He doesn't reach for the clasp at once but leans in to kiss the side of her neck, golden hair brushing her skin.

[i_am_your_host]

She smiles and exhales a soft hum in response to the touch of his lips and hair. She bends her head to the side, exposing more of her neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric being Sinric can't keep himself from sharing tender affection. Even as he feels his pants tighten.

He nibbles his way over the curve of her neck, pressing warm, wet kisses to her earlobe.

[i_am_your_host]

She chuckles huskily, pressing back against him and running her hands over his hips. She can feel his firmness through their clothes. It's a pleasant sensation, and a delight to be able to make Sinric respond this way.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's breath catches as Emcee presses against him, stiff and hard. He grinds against her a little, moaning into her neck. He runs his big hands over her narrow hips, feeling strangely too large.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps softly and sighs, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shorts. She likes feeling smaller than him, finding his size and strength arousing. That he is being gentle as well is a bonus.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

"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.

[i_am_your_host]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

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

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

"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."

[thewidewideworld]

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

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.