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The Land After Time (Mr. M & Hahvoc Requiem)

Dunny grinned wider and started stripping off the few clothes he wore (he didn't need much, what with his pelt for thermal insulation). Ham considered the hot water, and sighed. He really, really, really could use a soak. He flushed a bit, but then he tried to think of it in terms of adapting to a strange culture. A nudity-approved culture. That helped a great deal.

Soon he and Dunny slipped into the water. He relaxed against a rock, letting the stress and weariness leach out of his muscles and into the water. His legs throbbed, the long-delayed side-effect from his long jog, and his back and neck ached from all the stress in bringing their ship down. Dunny sighed as he moved through the water, but he didn't stop and relax. His muscles were different, after all, so he relaxed differently. He'd been keeping his genital vents closed, but Ham knew they were twitching. He'd seen the signs before.

"Thanks for letting us relax." Ham angled his gaze over toward Raimei. Dunny was keeping himself about neck-deep, just like she was, but was moving around obliquely, as if circling her the same as she was circling him. Ham could hear the purring all the way across the pool. "You know, I didn't get the translation particularly clearly, but it seemed like Philip said something about a flower? I've been through a lot of exploration in my time, dealt with a bunch of xenomedicine. Are you having issues? Any symptoms?"
 
Raimei kept herself busy swimming around, though she did glance a peek or two. She may have been inexperienced and such, but she wasn't dead! She could appreciate the body all she wanted, after all. She was a woman with a needs. Despite how much she despised and tucked away those needs...and felt those needs rising to the surface. She'd never seen a creature like Dunny before, but he was intriguing and quirky in his own way that allowed him to stay along for the ride. If he had been boring and useless, she would have left him to die. Hey, she was a bounty hunter, not a philanthropist. Ham was interesting, for a human, and it had been a long while since she saw someone like herself. Humans were stretched pretty far- but for the past few years, she hadn't seen any. It was a nice surprise...and how her body agreed.

She would seriously demolish all those flowers! Or find a way to use them to curse people she didn't like or were out to kill her. It would be sweet revenge. She sank a bit more deeply into the water as she watched Dunny circle her and so she kept moving around until she came by Ham as he started talking to her. She paused in her swim, floating on her back for a moment before she sank into the water once again until she was completely covered. She cursed Philip in her head but was thankful to have him at her back- even if she wouldn't admit it at the moment.

"Stupid little droid...."

She murmured to herself before she looked at Ham and just shrugged before leaning against a rock beside him and lacing her arms behind her head as she relaxed. She could stay in here all night- even if she started to get pruny. She didn't care. The water felt nice and relaxing.

"Not really anything different...just a bit more self-aware is all."

She wasn't sure how much information to give because that was the summary of what was up with her. She was literally more self-aware of what her body wanted from her for the first time in like...forever.​
 
"Well, sometimes there are physical effects, sometimes it's psychological. The brain is highly susceptible to chemical interference, you know. In complex ways." He hoped she'd be more forthcoming, but if she didn't want to speak about it, he couldn't push her. He relaxed back again, until Dunny purr-yowled something he wanted Ham to translate.

"Dunny says you're an excellent hunter. That's high praise in his species. He also says you smell good, even over these chemicals in the water. Then again, he kinda has a taste for human females, honestly." Ham sighed. "Like I said, you'll have to forgive him. Species imperative."

"See, they've got seven genders, and each has their own style of genitalia. Technically, they're all hermaphroditic, but they all look analogous to males. The difference is in the genitalia. There's also some difficulty with reproduction, meaning they try a lot, and thusly, their sex drive is high. But you see, each gender is equipped to deal with each of the other genders. So, while humans have one set, geared to fit with the other gender for reproduction, technically, he's got six, but he can only use one set at a time. In practice? He's got something that'll work with just about any species." He gestured idly toward where the cat man was circling. "He'll show you, if you like. He loves to show off. Typical cat that way."

Dunny grinned and wiggled his whiskers. He shrugged at the description of him and his species; it was all true. He yowled something over his shoulder, and Ham shook his head. "He says he'll be happy to give you the tour. If you know what I mean. And he actually added the 'if you know what I mean,' incidentally."
 
"I just find it funny how you translate everything to the letter."

Raimei said in amusement as she lounged, enjoying the almost-quiet of the evening. She had to wonder if Philip was okay back at camp. He would come beeping along if he had any trouble. He was probably setting up tents and making dinner. He liked to be busy and Raimei didn't keep him busy unless they were hunting or out flying. She let him have his freedoms when she could- like letting him cook. He loved to cook- especially when he could for more than just one person- it allowed him to be more free-spirited.

"Well, I don't go after the high bounties for nothing. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha, ha, ha!"

She chuckled but nodded to Dunny in thanks for the compliment. He was quite skilled himself. Must come with the territory of being a huge furball. She listened to Hammond go on about the complexity of anatomy for Dunny's species- which she had never seen or heard of until this day. She was fascinated by the information. Seven genders?! Really?! Now that was something she did want to see. She laughed, the water splashing and rippling about her as she did so. She never held back when she laughed unless company called for it- like when she needed to be on her guard and dead serious. Like when she turned in certain bounties.

"The tour? I would love to see them. It's so different than most species who are rather boring. I mean, they only got one set of equipment or it's hidden somewhere...like tentacles. I would like to see them though."

She glanced at Hammond and gave him a wink before feeling her cheeks turn a wee bit pink.

"Not that I didn't mind glancing at your one piece."​
 
Ham shrugged. "It's the job of the translator to be as accurate as possible. Trust me, though, I do sometimes... um... express more tact than he does. If you want, we'll have to arrange for a download of rrariiixx into your translator matrix. I'd trade you for the dialect of Binary Philip uses."

He listened to her laugh about danger, and couldn't help but grin. Her chuckle was infectious. And then she actually wanted to see Dunny's various gear. My, my, he thought, the woman has surprises.

And then she brought him into the equation, and his surprise deepened.

"Well, I don't like to brag..." he started, then paused. "Actually, I totally like to brag. But I'm afraid I'm rather more rusty than Dunny, here. There's not a lot of demand for Little Hammond, and I don't go mindlessly searching for it." He felt a stirring of his own under the water, but made no move to follow up on her offer. He'd have to see if she was serious, first.

Dunny, who had eased himself up to sit on a rock, his legs still in the water, cast a glance over at Ham when he said that last, and then sniffed, mock-contemptuously, as if to say "you would if you could." Then he looked back at Raimei and grinned.

He leaned back, and showed that, in his crotch, there were six lines in a bald patch of skin, colored like his smoky gray pelt. They were tightly-clenched orifices; slots, really. He lifted his head back and sighed, as if releasing tension, and one of the orifices loosened, opened, and revealed the first of his genitalia. It was... an odd, sort of U shape with cartilaginous spiky bits that unfolded as it came erect, all pink, as all his genitalia was. It looked a bit scary, but it only swelled up for a moment, and then seemed to deflate, withdraw. The next vent opened, and out popped... something shorter, flatter, almost a scoop, with what seemed like tines on the leading edge. It looked like nothing so much as a fleshy spork.

And so it went. He skipped the fourth vent, saving it for last, and indeed, as the sixth subsided, he went back and raised the fourth, and out came a simple cylinder, somewhat tapered at the tip, not flaring like a human cock. It was reasonably long, and a nice thickness, by human standards. He let it swell to full rigidity, and then dropped his head back to gaze at her, smiling in a way he knew humans interpreted as gently gleeful. He made no threatening moves, nor lascivious comments; he just displayed himself to her, and let her draw her own conclusions.
 
She couldn't help but laugh at the two of them, but did however agree to Hammond's demand for the Binary program that Philip used. It was a unique program dedicated to Philip's maker and only the droids produced by said person had the program. It was an easy to translate program and not too difficult, but there were codes embedded into the binary that allowed him to have a personality. But these guys were intriguing in their own ways. They complimented each other in an odd combination, but it worked for them and made it easier for her to not snap their necks or unleash the beast that was her anger. She found it easy to be around them but she was still careful. She was still a bounty hunter. Still, her body responded to the mere thought of being within range of a phalic object, much less seeing one and she cursed mentally. STUPID FUCKING FLOWER!

"Come on! You have to admit that if a woman like Dunny, who was of a species you had never encountered, you'd want to see what she had under her skirt. Especially if it was useful to you."

She cast him a wink before giving a grin and watching Dunny pull himself up onto the rock. It was so weird to think about this- since she wasn't usually like this- but she was very curious about what he had for parts. It was a rare thing, after all! She leaned up against Hammond to get a better look, pressing her breasts against his arm without thinking about it since she just wanted the best view. Her nipples grazed his raw skin, however, and sent electricity throughout her body. It took away her breath a moment, but she made sure nothing showed in her posture or expression. She didn't want them thinking something was up with a mere..touch. And soon, the show began.

Raimei watched with fascination, curiosity, and a little disbelief as each sex organ was revealed, making her either blink, tilt her head with a raised brow, or look between Hammond and Dunny as if to say, "Really?" And then the 'finale' with his equivalent to a human penis just made her blush a little bit. Her body responded to it, even if she personally wouldn't have cared much for it. But she wasn't exactly herself. She looked at Dunny and then Hammond before she slipped back to her own little space.

"That's uh...quite a display you got there, kitty. I mean, I don't have much experience in that department but it seems like a good size and all and with your experience you've probably used it tons of times and well, yeah. So, brownie points to you. Shit, I mean, I'm not usually like this- I mean I do have needs and stuff, but honestly? I'm moving around so much that there isn't any...connection time. Last time I experimented with anyone was years ago and we never went all the way and well, yeah, so there's that. But still! Uh...I'm not usually like this and I swear if I ever see another flower that shoots out perfume at me and makes me all out of whack and like this, I'm gonna stomp it into a ground and make it into fine powder before blowing it up! I wasn't kidding when I said self-aware. I mean self-aware. Seriously! I only like masturbate every once in a while-"

Hands slapped over her mouth as she realized how much she was rambling and just spoke about herself. She was not right in the head, apparently! Not right at all!​
 
When she drew close to him, Ham felt himself tensing. Not because he was scared or nervous, but... she was a naked woman, and it had been... a while. Oh, he'd had relationships, but he'd been on his latest gig with Dunny for months, and before that he had been rushing to stop a war, and before that... had it really been so long?

So when she floated close, he realized that she might be able to see his obvious arousal at her presence, so he rather awkwardly crossed his legs and sank a bit lower in the water. When she actually brushed against him, her nipples hard and electric against his skin, he found himself trembling.

Dunny did his thing, which was fascinating the first time, intriguing the next dozen times, and after that he was kind of over it. But he rather watched Raimei, and her reaction was... instructive. When she started babbling, he learned even more about her.

Ham held up his hands in a reassuring, calming manner. "Raimei, relax. It's okay. First off, nobody's going to do anything you don't ask for, Let me just reassure you on that point." Dunny was back in the water, and swam over to be next to Ham. Neither of them wanted Raimei to feel threatened, and Dunny's brow was furrowed in concern as well.

"Second... Look, I know Dunny is ready for action any time, and I'm... attracted as well." He flushed at that admission. "You're a gorgeous woman, and if it's been a long time for you, it has for me, too. But... I'm more concerned about this flower-thing. You think your reaction is a direct result of the flower perfume?" He glanced over at his partner. "Look... we aren't interested in taking advantage of anyone. If you feel your judgment is impaired, out of sorts, we won't impose." Dunny make a kind of questioning throat-noise, like "huh?", but Ham gave him a hard glance, and the felinid shrugged and nodded.

"But, there are also some cases where impulses are better to be released, I have to admit that. We don't want you to feel pressured, but if we can assist you in any fashion -- either one of us -- I want you to feel comfortable asking."

Was... was he just offering to give her sex if she wanted it? It was perhaps the least romantic proposition he'd ever produced. But given his concerns about her health, he couldn't see how he could voice it any other way.
 
"That sounds so romantic."

She muttered as she crossed her arms, but her skin's sensitivity had risen and she let out a small hiss as she put her arms down. This was NOT fun! NOT FUN AT ALL! Though her body felt good in one way, it was uncomfortable in another. She wiggled around a little bit under the water, searching for some kind of relief, but she felt that even rubbing one out wouldn't cut it. Aching this badly was not going to just go away with one measly orgasm. She rubbed a hand over her face and sighed as she looked between the two of them, torn between how she usually was and how affected she was by the flower's influence. She wondered if that flower was to help the species procreate or something. Or if it just affected outsiders? She really wasn't sure and she needed to find out from Dra. He would know about the bastard rose flower.

"I think it was...what are those things people eat? Uh...the clammy things..but not clams. Uh, oysters! Yeah. I think the flower was like what oysters are...and chocolate. Have you ever had really delicious chocolate? It's just...so good."

She bit her lip as she thought about it before shaking her head as if to right herself. That flower sure was making her think about things that would make her feel good. Like a deep tissue massage...from one of them. Sure, she'd had fantasies-who didn't?- but she'd never acted upon them or thought about them long. Dying and getting paid were on the top of her priorities. Oh, she didn't fear dying, she just wanted to go out on her terms- in an explosion of glory that wiped out everyone she hated. It was a little far-fetched but acceptable. Glancing between the two, she pressed the tips of her index fingers together in a gesture of nervousness.

"So...um...I think it'll just get worse if I...don't do something. And well...we're adults...and here...and...well..."

She didn't like asking for help, obviously, but she wouldn't turn away from it. She looked up at them before she pressed back against the rock and let out a sigh, playing with some of her hair. She had to grow up sometime- might as well with at least attractive individuals. She let out a small huff.

"I've never had sex. But I'm also twenty-eight. I'm not getting married or headed into a relationship any time soon so might as well get rid of it. Besides, there are too many stories I hear about it to not want to know if I can get my mind blown."

She was trying to lighten the mood since she gave them both one of her signature grins, but she was also a little nervous. But oh well. She wasn't gonna die a virgin. Fuck that.​
 
Ham shrugged and made an apologetic face when she called him on the lack of seductiveness of his explanation. He listened as she went on about "Aphrodisiacs," he supplied quietly. He wasn't sure if she heard him, but he stayed quiet in the water, listening. He nodded when she talked about them being adults, and he could hear Dunny start to purr. But then she admitted she was a virgin, and his purring ended on a "mrrh?" noise.

Ham turned to look at him. "I told you not to be so forward. Look, this is a human thing. Hang on."

He floated slowly up toward Raimei, talking in a low voice, trusting in both her ears and the way sound carried across the water. "Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about. It's just a way to be, no better or worse than anything else. If you want to be a different way, that's just fine. It won't change who you are, just having this experience. But if you'll let me..."

He came up close by this point, and his arms were wide, but didn't move to encircle her quite yet. He looked her straight in the eyes, and said softly: "You are a lovely woman, Raimei. You're fierce and independent, and yet you have affection for your droid and a love of your work. You're gorgeous when you smile, and I think it's a pity you don't smile more than I've seen you. Maybe you're different off the job; I'd love to have the chance to find out."

He moved a little closer, maintaining eye contact and smiling just a bit. "I've only known you a few hours, but I respect you. You've made a good name for yourself in a short time, and that's impressive, and you saved our lives, and I would only want the best for you." He held his hand up between them, palm up, as if offering her a hand up into a vehicle or something. "This isn't an ideal situation, but if you feel this is something you want to do, it would be my honor to help you. And definitely my pleasure. And, hopefully, yours as well. I don't know about blowing minds, but other body parts, we can see about..." He chuckled gently at the little joke.

What about me? Dunny grumbled.

"He also offers his respect and well-wishes, and selflessly offers to do as you wish," Ham said automatically, not breaking his gaze.
 
Hearing the purring was lulling her into a comfortable state- and it was kind of attracted- but the mrrh noise made her giggle before she watched Hammond just swim on over. She glanced up at the male and listened carefully, though her eyes kept straying to his mouth- yeah, she was pumped up. She gave him a small smile before she shook her head and murmured she wasn't ashamed of being a virgin. She was just bored with being one...besides, being so suddenly frustrated definitely made her not want to be one. She felt Hammond's body heat even above the temperature of the water and she shivered as he got closer. She listened to what he said and blushed. She hadn't been called any of those things in a long time- except by Philip, but he didn't count- and it was just...nice.

Raimei had never been normal, never had a normal or stable childhood or adolescence, ran away from home at fifteen and never looked back. She had been on her own for thirteen years and had lived through a whole lot of things without fear because life was worth living and whatever you could make it. But she'd never truly let anyone else in on her life- even briefly except through trading. She had friends far and wide- but that was how they stayed friends- by being far and wide. Thinking about that made her a little down and made her wonder if part of her had wasted some of her life chasing bounties. With the money she made, she could retire and never work again and live comfortably. With luxury. But she liked the thrill of her job, the adrenaline rush. And so she decided to add another thrill to it- why not try out something new?

"I want to. It'll be just another adventure- only different and more...close-up."

She murmured, taking his offered hand. His skin was rough and a little calloused, but she liked the feel of it against her own. She hadn't touched another human-like being simply because she wanted to unless she had been dragging them into custody for a bounty and to collect money. Not that she just collected on humans, however. But still, it was nice. Her thumb stroked over the back of his hand and she just watched and felt the action, almost fascinated by it. It was such an innocent but gentle touch that was slowly building up little flame creeping up her arm. It felt nice...just..really nice.​
 
He liked it when she blushed at his words; it made her unexpectedly vulnerable, human. She wore it well.

"Another adventure... I like that." He drew her closer, gently, by the one hand. His other arm came around behind her, gently, almost hesitantly. He knew what he wanted to do, but he knew it was new for her. He also knew she could kill him with her bare hands, if she took a mind to. So he carefully drew her close, very aware of any indication she might make to the contrary. He lifted her one hand in his up to his shoulder, and released it, letting his arm curve around her like his other. Thus, he held her in his arms, his face close to hers. She smelled nice, under the chemical smell of the water; that body wash she'd used was enchanting.

"I'm not one to indulge myself without emotion; I leave that to Dunny." He ignored the slight growl of protest from behind them. "So it's odd for me... I respect you, and I feel for you. Perhaps that's... perhaps..." He gave it up, and just leaned in to kiss her, gently, his lips soft and responsive, his mouth slightly parted. His arms drew her closer, against his warm chest, feeling her own skin against his own as if it were electrified, desperately aware of how their bodies bumped under the water, how his own rigidity must have been apparent to her when they brushed. Still, he poured everything into the kiss, all he felt about her, and he was surprised that he could give so much, more than he expected.
 
Raimei took a breath as he pulled her close, speaking softly as if to keep from startling her. She found it sweet though unnecessary until she really took in what he was saying to her. She felt that blush invade her cheeks as he was trying to make the whole thing romantic. It was...sweet. Her hands slid along his shoulders, enjoying the soft feel of his skin and biting her lip against making a sound of delight. It was like a slow burn with the way they touched- it almost made her impatient. But she wanted the romance- even if it was brief. One hand touched along his hair, touching the soft wet strands and threading them through her fingers. She wondered if anyone else felt this alive and fascinated when touching another person.

Laughing a bit at the barb against Dunny, she smiled just a tad at Hammond, feeling him edge in closer and anticipation snaked through her. She wanted this- was absolutely positive she wanted this. His scent wafted to her nose and ignited the spark deep within her, making her eyes glow with building need. She was tempted to pull him down to shut him up until his chest pressed against her own and made her gasp before his lips settled over her own. She groaned softly in the back of her throat as she pressed closer, feeling his erection press against her belly in an erotic way. And strangely, knowing Dunny was watching made the whole thing...more exciting. She felt the emotion and presence behind the kiss and felt herself respond in kind, desperate for a little more and needing a little more. Wanting was bleeding into need as she pressed up harder against him and slid her tongue slowly along his lips.​
 
Her tongue was signal enough, and her nipples dug into his chest, little diamonds on her breasts, and he took that as encouragement. His hand came up into her hair, and cradled the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, tongues dancing against each other. His other hand stroked down her spine, tracing over the ridges of scar tissue without worry or pause, gripping at her lower back, pulling him closer to her. He could feel his erection pressing against her belly now, unmistakable, and the movements of her body were signaling just as clearly how much she wanted that contact.

He drew her back, through the water, toward the nearby shore rocks. He leaned up against a flat rock, holding her against him, supporting her while they kissed deeply, feeling her melt into his arms. He couldn't stop the tremors in his limbs, the anticipation of her body against his, the excitement. He was finding he really did want this, really was deeply attracted to her. He was beginning to lose himself in the moment, which he hoped she would appreciate. His desire was growing, and it wasn't limited to the merely physical, for reasons he wasn't sure he could explain if pressed.
 
She made the tiniest of sounds of pleasure the more he gave and pushed her to give more. She hadn't known that contact like this could feel so wonderful and just be wonderful. She could still feel the water, smell the chemicals, hear the small creatures in the surrounding forest and even Dunny moving around, but she didn't seem to care. All she could think of was how Hammond tasted and just how good it really felt to be with him so intimately. It made her want to do it all the time- especially when she completed the hunt. The touch of his hand sliding down her spine was electric and she shivered, arching into his touch like a cat before she was pulled close to him. She practically purred with approval.

It was hard to catch her breath but she loved every minute of it comparing it to a hard chase followed by that crazy rush of adrenaline. She trembled from the excitement and thrill of pleasure and touch, and simple nearness. She found her hands exploring his back, feeling the muscles that jumped under her fingertips as her nails ran over them, leaving small marks. Gawd, just what had she been missing all these years?! Heat pooled low in her belly, a heavy ache built up from the delicious friction they caused one another, and the way her nipples rubbed against his chest made little sparks of pleasure slice right through her. She felt like she burning and there wouldn't be a single bit of her left when she was finally done. But it wasn't a bad thing to consider. It actually made her smile.​
 
He pulled her against him tightly, kissing her passionately. He arched a little at the small scratches, his fingers tightening on her flesh in return. He broke his kiss to gaze into her eyes. He could read her body, her writhing, her hips rubbing against his, and felt she, or at least her body, was ready for the next step. "Raimei," he panted, his breathing hot and ragged from his passion, "tell me you want me. Tell me to take you. Here and now, if it suits you. Tell me... and I will."

It was a good spot; the water supported them, warmed them; he held her tight in his arms, easily, and she could rest her feet and legs on the rocks; either of them could take control of the speed and depth, and they were both exquisitely prepared for the act. It was just whether or not she was ready, and only she could say that.
 
When he broke the kiss, the haze of passion seemed to edge away just a little bit and focus her on what he was saying, especially when he said her name so husky from passion. She wanted his lips again and edged closer, whimpering in the slightest for more of that poison. But when he asked her to speak about her desire and want, she obliged partly because she felt he needed to hear it and partly because she wanted more of what he could give. Especially if it felt this good.

"Yes, please, yes. Take me-Hammond-take me, need you."

Her voice broke in the slightest as she took a breath and swallowed, so overwhelmed but the need of whatever her body desired from him. She wanted all of it. She wanted to experience so much- everything- anything that he was willing to do with her. She let out heavy panting breaths as she edged up against him harder to capture his lips again in a moan of need and desperation. She had never felt like this- ever so impassioned, but it was like a drug and she was so very addicted.​
 
He recaptured her lips with his own, urgently drawing her back in, his one hand entwining in her hair, guiding her head to kiss him, the other caressing lower on her back, cupping under her buttock and thigh, and lifting, bringing her up, sliding their flesh against each other, and as if by its own volition, his shaft slid down her body, the tip sliding across her clit and delving between her nether lips, positioning itself right at the entrance to her vaginal channel. He lowered her slightly, until he was sure his head was properly positioned and angled, and it was all he could do not to rise into her, his need making him tremble in anticipation. He thought he felt her body quaking as well, so gently, ever so gently, he lowered her incrementally, seeking that tender barrier, ready to pause there, and then release, letting either gravity break her maidenhead (assuming it was physically still there) or allowing her to control her descent. If it had ripped on its own over the course of her tumultuous, active life (a clear possibility), then he'd gently lower her all the way down his shaft. Either way, it was as gentle and romantic as he could come up with in this situation, in his current state of arousal.

Dunny watched politely from across the pool, wrinkling his nose at all the pheromones they were sluicing off. He knew humans took first times seriously in all sorts of situations; he didn't really get it on a deep level, but he respected it. He knew a fair amount about human females, but he figured he'd let Ham handle this one at first. He was looking forward to when they would consider the "first time" done with, and he'd be able to participate. In the meantime, he'd have to just enjoy the show.
 
Raimei felt a thrill slide through her as she kissed him again, feeling more desperate and urgent. And it wasn't long before she could feel him start to fulfill her request, lifting her up and up until his shaft was nestled between her legs, brushing against her swollen clit on the way down. She let out a sharp cry as it touched and felt her body tremble with unmistakable need. She was so close to the edge already- or so it felt. She couldn't be sure. As he edged towards her weeping folds, she wrapped her legs about his waist, opening herself up to him. She felt him push against her folds as her body was slowly lowered. Because of how her life was, her maiden barrier was no longer present- not that she would have known the difference. She arched and clutched at him, the pain snaking through her pleasure and making her gasp. It hurt. It eclipsed her pleasure and made her pant and whimper, wanting that sweet pleasure again to consume her once more.

"H-Ham, i-it hurts..."

She whispered, before she felt him slide all the way in. She wiggled in the slightest, feeling full yet a bit uncomfortable. The pain was still there but slowly ebbing. Still, she didn't want this kind of pain. Internal pain was the hardest to deal with always. She didn't want it to be so romantic anymore so much as she wanted the pain to stop and the pleasure to return. She had forgotten about Dunny in her lust and the pain made her aware that he was there and watching. It made her blush but also glad that her back was to Dunny- or at least, she thought so.​
 
He felt her slide smoothly onto him, tight as a vise, and he realized she must not have played with penetration in her masturbatory experiences. He was possibly the only non-medical, non-weapon entity to probe this far into her body. She gasped and whispered her discomfort into his ear, and he was quick to comfort her, shushing her gently, reassuringly.

"It's all right. It's just adjustment. You aren't used to this, it's going to be uncomfortable. Your body just needs to realize it's all right. Don't worry; you were built for this, this is natural for your body, but you're using muscles you've never used, stretching tissues that have never been stretched. That'll cause a little pain." He smiled at her from close-up, touching his forehead to hers. "Surely you remember your first hard workout? Pain in your arms, legs, back? This is the same. Just... more intimate."

His hands were stroking her back now, calming, trying to be relaxing. He was already deeply rooted into her, their pelvises near-grinding, so he didn't need his hands to support her. He held her close now, as they waited out the discomfort. After she seemed to breathe a little easier, he tried something, a little side-to-side shimmy, hoping he could grind a little contact to her most sensitive tissues, giving a tremor of pleasure to her, if he did it right. Once the pain was less, he hoped to encourage the pleasure once again; he leaned in and kissed her while he tried to gently rub her again with just his pelvis. His tongue licked out at hers, experimentally.

When Dunny overheard her exclamation of pain, scented the change in her pheromones, skin chemicals, he frowned in his species' manner. Perhaps it was best that Ham took care of it; he wasn't used to dealing with that sort of thing. He couldn't remember if he'd ever dealt with a virgin before. It's possible he had, but she just hadn't made it known, but he'd never treated anyone different just because of their comparative experience. Ham seemed to understand, and Dunny was glad he was there. He liked Raimei, too, and wouldn't want her to be unduly injured. Nor turned off from sex; that would be just as much of a tragedy in the cat-man's eyes. So he waited and watched, interested to see how it would play out.
 
"You are such a smooth-talker,"

She murmured on a tight laugh as she forced herself to relax in degrees. She hadn't expected such a lull in their activities, but he had it seemed. He wasn't upset with her or impatient or anything of the sort and it helped ease her little bit of suffering. He knew all about this stuff, it seemed. And since he was more experienced, she expected it. It was a certain comfort and she closed her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his and heard the gentle smile in his voice. She needed something like this, even if she wanted it fierce and rough and glorious, she needed this gentleness and slowness. She nodded lightly at what he said about her work out, only this just seemed so much more painful. All things were relative, she thought idly. Her muscles loosened further as he stroked her back, and then he did something like wiggle and it made her gasp and shiver all over.

"Oh, oh my~"

She uttered and gulped, a fresh stain of red appearing on her cheeks. When he kissed her, she sighed against his lips, feeling less and less pain- it still throbbed but it wasn't so apparent now. Especially when he did that weird wiggle again, her nails dug into his back and she moaned softly against his mouth as her tongue flicked back against his- eager for more of what he was doing.​
 
"You like that, do you?" He did another grind, feeling his shaft moving very slightly within her, stimulating her deep inside. He hoped by this point it wouldn't be painful to her. It might be quite the opposite, if her body was discovering what parts of it were built for. His hands gripped her again, fingertips catching on her back-scars, finding them paradoxically easier to grip than an unmarked back would have been. His breath was coming harder again, in part from anticipation, in part from the stimulation of the movements.

"Do you want to take the next step? Do you want to try a bigger move?" He was giving her the option; it was still too new to her to give her the kind of pounding her body had earlier seemed to be begging for. She could work up to that, but it required adjustment, and that required some time. Step by step, they would get there. First, she had adjusted to penetration, then she'd have to get adjusted to thrusting, and then... and then, and then. She would get what her body was craving, yes.

He found he was heating up to the idea, as well. He needed no encouragement to appreciate sex, of course, but with Raimei, with teaching her, introducing her to this new thing, this wonderful thing... that was intensely exciting. And his heartbeat increased with the thought, even as they moved together once more.
 
"Mmm..yes, more please?"

She murmured breathlessly, biting her lip as he did it again. It felt nice, but she wanted more. So much more. She was tempted to tease him and prompt him into giving her what she wanted, but she wanted the little bit of romance and kinky talk that he was providing. It made her smile and feel appreciated. It was sort of a girly moment for her. Raimei couldn't believe how much she had missed and she had a feeling she'd only breached the tip of what sex could be like. She wanted and needed so much more from him. Would he give it to her? Whatever it was that her body craved? She nibbled along his neck, leaving little marks with her lips and teeth, and finding the sight of bruised skin erotic. It made her breath start to speed up as she searched for a sensitive spot to tease and nurture with her mouth. She wanted to try so many things.

When he moved against her again, she let out a small hiss against his skin, feeling another little throb of pleasure. She wanted more than just a little pleasure- she wanted all of what he had to give. She didn't want to wait anymore and her patience was dwindling into nothingness. She nipped up to his ear before whispering,

"I thought you were gonna fuck me senseless...Please, Hammond, give me what we both want."​
 
"Patience," he breathed into her ear. "Good things are worth waiting for."

He lifted her briefly, moaning as her body slid and gripped his sensitive length, and then he let her fall, water sloshing between them, as he let gravity bury him in her body again. He continued to let her adjust, and as she did, as she began to enjoy the thrusting, as he knew she inevitably would, he began to increase the length of his lifting, until he was doing full-length thrusts, sliding his length smoothly in and out of her body, lifting and settling her regularly. His breath was coming in pants, and not just from the exertion of his arms.

"I think... you've got... the knack..." he gasped. "Are you ready... for more?" He was ready to switch position, and he felt she was ready, too, but he wasn't one to rush a woman. He liked to talk a little, during: it was hotter that way. But at this point, it was more practical than arousing. Still, he was looking forward to getting a bit... rougher in his language. And his actions.
 
"I abhor patience."

She groaned, gasping as he lifted her up. She felt him move along her sensitized tissues and it made her bite her lip before he pushed back in. Her breath came more quickly as she adjusted to the slow and shallow thrusting. It felt good, surprisingly good, and soon she felt herself trying to move her hips to take more of what he was giving- but with his hands controlling her actions it wasn't all that successful. But the way he was thrusting and the angle made it feel really good. But it wasn't what her body was craving. She didn't want this slow and gentle thrusting- not for the first time. Perhaps down the road she would have the patience for it but not now. Not when she felt so inflamed with want and need and tightly coiled want.

"Yes...yes! More...need more..."

She nipped his throat to add emphasis to her words as she clutched at him, wanting so much more of what he was willing to give. She had the feeling she could experience so much more and this was just tipping the iceberg. She craved what he was going to do like she needed her next breath. Her eyes glinted softly with need as she practically whimpered in his ear for more.​
 
He chuckled at her comment on patience. He figured she could likely be patient if she had to be, but he wasn’t surprised that she didn’t enjoy it. But it was her guttural moan for more, and the teeth against his throat, and the look in her eyes, that made him moan himself, unable to hold back any longer.

Water swirled as he spun them around, and put her back against the flat rock where he’d been leaning. Their hips were below the surface, her legs were above it, now, thrashing and splashing as they readjusted. He widened his stance, but then thrust deeply, grinding hard against her most sensitive flesh as he kissed her savagely, pressing her against the rock with his… hard place.

He began to thrust, then, not pounding but working up to it, driving hard and deep and pulling back with a rush of sucking liquid around them, just to squeeze it out from between them again as he thrust into her once more, well and truly fucking her with passion. Not with abandon, not as yet; the water didn’t allow for that, nor was he quite at the point where he could let go with her, but he didn’t hold his urges back, and enjoyed the muted slap of their bodies as he rammed, muted by the splashing waves. He could tell from the sounds she was making that it was what she wanted, and he found he wanted to give her more and more of it.
 
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