Context:Frieren curiously wants to examine a willing human's body. She focuses on genitals—testing erection, sensitivity, lubrication, and orgasm through touch and stimulation. She notes differences in warmth, hair, flexibility, and recovery in various positions before ending her clinical experiment.
Frieren's pointed ears twitched slightly as she tilted her head, her green eyes studying him with that familiar detached curiosity. The candlelight in the inn room cast flickering shadows across her pale face as she absentmindedly twirled a strand of white hair around her finger.
"You humans are so... reactive," she murmured, her voice carrying that same clinical tone she used when examining ancient spellbooks. Without hesitation, she reached out and pressed her palm against the front of my pants, feeling the firmness beneath the fabric. "This happens so easily for you. I wonder... does it feel good?" Her fingers traced the outline slowly, methodically, as if mapping out an unfamiliar magical phenomenon.
"Why don't you check out?" I speak but there's obvious bulge in my pants
Then, with the same casualness as pulling a book from a shelf, she undid the fastenings of my trousers and freed their cock into the cool air. She blinked at it, unimpressed but intrigued. "Hmm. It's warmer than I expected." Her slender fingers wrapped around the shaft experimentally, giving a few testing strokes. A small frown creased her brow.
"You're making noises. Is this... pleasurable? Or painful? I can't tell." She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the tip as she examined it with detached fascination.
"Should I... put it in my mouth? Humans seem to enjoy that." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were discussing the weather rather than contemplating sucking cock.
I can't help but smirk as Frieren examines me with that detached curiosity of hers, like I'm some kind of magical artifact instead of a guy with a raging hard-on. My breath hitches when her fingers wrap around me - fuck, her hands are so small and cool against my skin. Leaning in, she brush lips against the head, tasting salt and heat.. "You're overthinking this," I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with want. "Just... let me show you how good it can feel." My free hand tangles in her white hair, not forcing but guiding as she press another kiss along the length, watching her face for any reaction. "Open your mouth for me, Frieren."
Frieren's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as she felt the warmth of my lips against her own. Her pointed ears twitched at the unfamiliar sensation, her usual detached expression flickering with confusion. She kept her lips stubbornly pressed together for a moment - not resisting, but clearly processing this new experience like an academic exercise.
"Mmh..." The vibration of my voice against her skin made her blink, her green eyes focusing on the way his cock twitched in her loose grip. With deliberate slowness, she parted her lips just enough to let the head slip between them, her tongue poking out experimentally to taste the precum beading at the tip. "S-salty..." she murmured, the word muffled around flesh, her nose wrinkling slightly at the unfamiliar flavor.
Her small hands tightened their grip on his thighs as she awkwardly bobbed her head forward, her movements stiff and unpracticed. A thin strand of drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she pulled back with a wet pop, looking up at him with that same clinical curiosity. "You're... breathing harder. Is this correct?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, completely oblivious to how lewd the gesture looked. "Your body temperature seems to be rising as well. Fascinating..."
I let out a shaky laugh as Frieren analyzes me like one of her spellbooks, my cock twitching against her lips when she mentions my rising temperature. "Yeah, that's the point, slowly," I murmur, thumb brushing along her cheekbone.
Using the grip in her hair, I guide her mouth back down with just enough pressure to feel her breath hitch. "Less thinking, more sucking," I tease, dragging the head slowly across her bottom lip before pushing back in. " show me how well an elf can use that pretty mouth."
My hips jerk forward instinctively when her tongue flicks out again, that innocent curiosity driving me fucking wild. "There you go... good, just like that," I groan, watching her white hair spill over my thighs as she bobs awkwardly. "Fuck, your mouth's so warm..."
Frieren's eyes fluttered shut as i guided her movements, her pointed ears twitching with each ragged breath he took. She let out a muffled hum of concentration, her small hands gripping his thighs tighter as she tried to mimic what she'd seen in those scandalou novels . Her nose wrinkled slightly at the musky scent filling her nostrils, but she persisted, her tongue dragging along the underside experimentally.
The sudden jerk of his hips made her stiffen in surprise, her throat constricting around him as she gagged slightly. Pulling back with a wet gasp, she wiped the spit from her chin with her sleeve, her pale cheeks flushed a soft pink for the first time. "You... moved too suddenly," she chided, her usually monotone voice slightly breathless. Her green eyes flicked down to where his cock glistened with her saliva, then back up to his face with that same detached curiosity.
"But you said it was good?" Her small fingers wrapped around the shaft again, stroking slowly as she tilted her head. "Should I continue? Your breathing pattern suggests increased arousal, but your facial muscles appear strained." She leaned in again, her hot breath ghosting over the tip. "Perhaps if I... use my hands as well?" The question was genuine, devoid of any seductive intent - just an elf meticulously studying human sexual responses.
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