Within the ruins Onyx used for meditation, just below the dragon corpse he'd described to her, the fact that such thing was here still bewildering, Irina traced a path along Onyx's chest.
He was a busy body, through and through.
From morning exercise, helping her father finish what needed to be done with the cabin that would be theirs, heading out from time to time to gather materials for tools he said he was putting together, and plenty more, he was always doing something. Even confined to a single place and letting those odd symptoms of his pass, he was always on the move. Of course, he added in some sort of training her father called strange, but she hadn't been too clear on the details there.
She knew all the fantasying she'd done had blown her expectations up, the concept of romance once a foreign thing that never seemed likely to happen, but at times it felt like nothing had truly changed since she'd found out her feelings for him were a mutual thing.
Well, she supposed that wasn't necessarily true.
From her place on his chest, she leaned up, pecking his cheek. Onyx turned, meeting her lips. The kiss started off innocent enough but as it carried on, the nervous excitement within her stomach fluttering to life, his warm tongue brushed against her lips, a sign she'd come to recognize and even at times, send out herself if she managed to overcoming her persisting embarrassment.
She parted her lips, his tongue snaking past to press against her own. She returned the gesture, both soon parting to explore the others mouth as his arms shifted, wrapping around her.
He was always gentle with her, none of the strength she knew him to be capable of ever turned upon her. Sometimes she wondered if that careful consideration of her was the cause of the current situation.
As they parted for breath, he didn't press for, allowing her to resettle her head down on his chest. His heart thumped a strong steady rhythm. His chest rose and fell in tandem with his even breaths. His body exuded warmth that fended off the chilly winds.
Irina nuzzled Onyx, her head in the crook of his neck, his smell, a unique blend of herbs, sweat, and a dash of whatever he decided to cook for dinner, filling her senses.
This was perfect.
Listening to him train throughout the mornings, the stories he shared with her, sometimes heading out with him to collect ingredients he needed, cooking together once they returned. She enjoyed everything they did, some more than others, but none of that truly compared to this.
Just lying around as the day neared its end.
The hand around her waist rose up, fingers made to run through her hair, Irina basking in the gentle touch. A slight shiver ran up her spine as he undid forming tangles.
Truly, there was nothing better than this.
Still, the longer the kisses, the proximity, the feel of him. An unfamiliar heat had bloomed within her center and was only spreading the longer they spent time together. He was letting her set the pace, she figured that out quickly, almost all the more intimate touches started by her the first time before he started doing them as well.
It was reassuring, embarrassing, and in the oddest way, frustrating all at the same time.
All she needed to do was ignore the butterflies in her stomach and take the next step…easier said than done. How was she even supposed to go about doing anything like that?
"I should go bathe." Onyx said, rising up and taking her with him.
Wait this was her chance wasn't it? She'd already helped him back when he ended up frighteningly bedridden so it wouldn't be that unusual, right?
"I. um-" Of course the pit of anxious embarrassing forming in her gut made it more difficult than it should've been. But she wouldn't let this chance pass. She couldn't. "I-I can help. If you want me too."
There, she'd got it out.
"Alright." And Onyx, unlike her, didn't hesitate at all.
Again, as he led her up, she could help but find that both reassuring and frustrating.
XOXO
"May-May I join you?"
The bold request caught Onyx off guard. Even now, after having scrubbed and felt her way across his body, a tremble still plagued Irina's hands as well as her voice, the latter of which was a touch higher than usual. She'd been in a constant battle with embarrassment since this started.
And winning it, if only barely, if she could make such a request.
"As long as you don't mind me watching you get in." He said honestly. An attractive woman asking to join him in a bath? There was no branch on that path where he didn't admire her body.
"T-That's fine." She said, dropping to barely above a whisper. "I want you to."
Whether or not he was meant to hear that last part, Irina truly was showing off an uncharacteristic amount of confidence. Arousal was definitely playing some part in it. Simple as it was, a thing like that could spark anyone to become reckless under the right circumstances, and as touchy as they'd become, she must've been keeping it on a leash for quite a while.
This whole bathing thing was evidence enough of that.
With pull to the front and back, Irina undid the fastenings of her dress. The upper portion of the fabric fell, revealing her shoulders and portion of her neckline. Then, with a tentative shift from Irina, it fell lower and gathered around her waist, her entire upper body on display for him. A modest and firm set of breasts that swell with every breath, nipples that at a glance he could were hardened over the course of the bath, and smooth unblemished fair skin of her stomach.
Irina was beautiful. There could be no doubt about that, but now, red faced, nervously clutching the fabric gathered around her hips but making no moves to preserve her modesty, that went triple.
With one more shift and a release of the fabric, her dress fell to her ankles, nothing other than a pair of simple white undergarments, meant not to seduce but cover up, in place. After a breath those were slowly done away, Irina's anxiety unintentionally serving to make a show out the disrobing.
She stood there in all her naked anxiety, hands inching towards covering herself up but falling away every time while her unfocused gaze was held low.
"Irina." He called out, getting her dulled eyes to jump up. "You're beautiful."
A smile, small, full of embarrassment but mixed in with joy, found its place on her face, adding to the truth of his compliment. "Thank you." She said, voice barely above a whisper. His words used as a way to gather up her nerve, she stepped over her dress and made her way to the basin, easily finding the hand he held out for her.
He guided her down into the water, Irina quietly taking up a spot against its wooden edge beside him, the smallest distance between them. The slightest move and they'd be brushing shoulders.
A sigh, not dissimilar to his own whenever he sat in one of these baths, left her. "How is it that the water still feels so freshly heated?"
"A little trick with magic." Rather than relying on a spell or outright manipulating the properties of his mana, he was just speeding up its circulation and, for lack of a better term, heating up his body's natural core temperature. On its own? Far from enough to actually heat an entire bath but an effective way to preserve the temperature of one that's already been prepared.
That brief moment of curiosity and relaxation staved it off, but Irina's embarrassment proved itself to be persistent, already back in full force. She's sunk low enough that the soapy water covered up everything below her neck, was almost as still as a statue, and was lost on what should be said.
It's about time I started doing some of the heavy lifting, anyways. Onyx decided. She'd gone out of her way to get them both her after all.
"Want me to help scrub?" He asked. "It's only fair that I-"
"Yes." Irina said quickly. Her cheeks flushed further and she sunk lower into the water. "I mean, yes. If you don't mind."
Cute.
Chuckle held back, he reached over, gently taking hold on one of her hands while the other wrapped around her shoulder. Irina put up no resistance, if anything, eagerly leaning into his touch as he guided her over to him. He placed her between his legs, the hard-on he was sporting inevitably poking at the small of her back. Again, she did nothing to protest it, only the hitch of her breath signaling her acknowledgement of the compromising position.
And so, after taking hold of a nearby same fur rag, he began to return the favor.
He started slow, cleaning off one arm. Then the other. Carefully handling the neck area afterward. Naturally, the cleaning soon brought him to her chest.
"Mmmphh." He barely touched it, hand brushing the side of one of her breasts, but Irina had muffled a noise that couldn't be anything other than a moan. He was a little tempted to test how sensitive she was right then and there, but he thought better of it, rather than continuing, changing his route and carrying out the rest of the cleaning.
Her stomach, back, and waist. Then down the length of her legs, a repeat of those muffled moans coming out of her as her hands slipped between her inner thighs.
Her breaths were heavy throughout the whole process, a detail shared between, Onyx extensively aware of his own breathing.
He planned on taking things slow, maybe teasing her bit, but the way she was acting, that shy but wholly accepting demeanor, was really having an effect on him. More than he expected honestly.
And he let her take the lead to begin with. This situation was all brought about at her request. He would have to absurdly dense not to pick up on the message.
Pretenses tossed, Onyx raised one hand, grabbing hold of one of Irina's breasts, testing its pliability with a slight squeeze, while his other remained between her thighs, her fingers slowly crawling their way up the length of her smooth skin. Caught between a gasp and a moan, Irina wasn't able to stifle herself, voice filling the room.
"O-Onyx?" She questioned.
He leaned forward while pulling her back, his boner rubbing up against her back while he brought his mouth down to her ear. "Irina. Do you want to stay here tonight?"
In this position, the both of them naked and pressed together with his hands fondling her, there was no room to misunderstand the implication of his words. And Irina, despite nearly being overwhelmed by the situation, didn't hesitate for a second.
"Yes. I would like that." She whispered back.
XOXO
Blond hair splayed across his bed, face redder than it's ever been, and arms held close to her sides as she took anxious breaths. Irina made for a beautiful sight, the light sheen of sweat coating them doing nothing to diminish that.
One hand on her waist and the other gripping his member, Onyx pressed his head to her dripping entrance. A sharp intake of breath from her further hammered home what he'd been keeping in mind this entire time.
This was Irina's first time.
He wanted to make sure she could enjoy herself, which meant allowing her to set the pace, his own pleasure taking a backseat. From the teasing in the bath and all the kissing that led up into them making it to the bed, that extended bit of foreplay was more to ease her into things, not that he didn't enjoy it.
"Ready?" He asked.
Irina shifted slightly, raising her head. "Can…can we kiss?"
He answered by abandoning his hold on her and leaning down over her, capturing her lips in a kiss. It wasn't short but lacked the passion of those before, no tongue thrown in. All the same, when they separated, she laid herself back against the bed fully, slowly nodding to him.
Resuming his previous position, Onyx pressed forward, the head of his dick parting the wet folds of her entrance. Irina tensed further, a muffled sound interrupting her sharp breaths. He stayed himself despite the tempting warmth of her almost painfully tight insides beckoning him forth.
Only when Irina gave another silent nod did he move forward, sinking just another a little further before muffled noise stopped him again. It was only the head and just a little pass that, but he'd gotten deep enough that he no longer needed to keep himself steady, instead placing both his hands on her hips where he used his thumbs to gentlly rub circles on her.
Things continued like that, her body's natural resistance yielding to him as he eased into her. Right up into he was completely hilted within her, hands pressing into the bed's fur around her head as they exchanged tender kisses all in an effort to distract her from the pain.
Admittedly it was harder to focus than he expected.
Her once untouched walls, flexed and tightened with Irina's quivers, never before used muscles clamping down on his invading member. She was still far too tense to do much anything but if let his willpower so much as a chip, she wouldn't need to. The slick tightness of her pussy was more than enough to start a mounting pleasure in himself.
Physically, he had technically been just as much a virgin as her and given all he did since arriving in this world was train, fight, and explore? It was no surprise it was taking some effort to hold himself back.
"Irina?" He questioned lowly, pulling away from a short, much more innocent kiss, still hovering face to face with her. "Are you hurt?"
"N-No." She shakily answered, speaking for the first time since he entered her. A white lie given her wince but she slowly adjusting. "Its…I-It's just a lot. And different than what I expected." That how reality and fantasy often went. There was no way to ever truly be prepared for something one had never experienced.
"Are you alright if I start moving?" She answered with a nod, her gradually loosening grip on the bed's fur tightening once more and betraying her anxiety. Perhaps anticipation too.
He started slow only pulling back a nudge, her pussy tightening further in response to his brushing against her walls, before bringing himself back. The shallow motion drew a moan from Irina. He repeated it, special attention paid to her reactions.
The biting of her bottom lip. The intensity of her moans. Her quivers. They acted as both warnings when he might be pushing her too far and signs of what part of her was the most sensitive though given the circumstances, the latter didn't mean much.
By the time he moved on from the shallow motions to full slow thrusts that had him pulling out until only the head of his dick remained within her before he rocked forward, filling her once more, Irina was fighting a losing battle against herself, her body so sensitive that everything drew louder and louder moans from her.
As long as he kept like this, he wouldn't have to worry too much about actually hurting her. The real question was how long this overly sensitive body of his could last.
XOXO
Irina clenched the furs below tighter, unable to stop the moans pouring out of her.
It was all so overwhelming.
She could feel the weight of him inside, stretching her body in ways she never could've imagined as the heat of their bodies mingled together. His smell, heavy with the floral scent of a fresh bath, building sweat, and something else she couldn't quite figure out, overwhelmed all others in the best of ways. And his voice, once saying soothing words to help her through this, releasing faint noises of its own.
Somehow, she found those sounds just as comforting as his words.
Why? She couldn't even begin to formulate an answer, pleasure mounting as Onyx's member sunk into her deepest parts. She had no idea how many times he'd repeated the motion, all sense of time escaping her beneath his attention, but she knew this time was different.
She clenched the furs even tighter, a far too loud moan forcing its way out as she rose up, body going tense as everything finally overwhelmed her. For what felt like an eternity, the sting of given virginity vanished, a flash of intense pleasure blocking out that and all else.
The only thing she could feel was Onyx himself, his comforting presence the only thing keeping her mind from fully washing away with the rush of pleasure.
As she fully came down, both metaphorically and physically, the small of her back falling down on the bed, she tried to steady her labored breaths. Something she found to be impossible, the conscious attempt at breathing forcing all her attention to her full lower half.
"Do you want to stop?" Onyx asked.
Irina could admit, that as good as this all felt, stopping didn't sound like such a bad thing. With the dull sting returning alongside the general soreness of the rest of her body, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle.
But she could also feel Onyx. The twitch and throbs of his member against her walls and his warm, slightly picked up, breath brushing against her skin.
"N-No." She managed, voice cracking slightly. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure he gave her. More than that, she wanted to see this through properly. To-
"Mmph!" Another moan, this one unimpeded, left her, thoughts scrambling as Onyx began to move once more. Its not like he had started doing anything differently and yet the pleasure that'd been slowly built up from their shared bath to all of this, was making a swift return. All she could do was quiver beneath him as he fed hot thrust after hot thrust into her.
Her sense of time only returned to her as tension took hold of her once more, her back beginning to arc. At the same time, Onyx rocked himself forward, the head of his member messaged by her tightening vagina.
A throb.
And then hot liquid left him, spilling out into her and hitting her already sensitive walls. Moans she could be bothered to quiet filled the air, as more shots of cum left him, her back arcing further. Soon every part of her inside was stuffed and coated, his release mingling with the liquids of her own.
She'd done it. Given herself over to him just as she wanted.
XOXO
(A/N: Alrighty, first lemon dropped. Not going to lie, lowkey felt like some kind of scientist or wildlife observer forcing himself to watch animals be animals during my research and writing this. What did that research involve? You not asking questions like that lol.
Realized during my first pass through that I needed to change stuff up since it just straight up being explicit. Depending on his dynamic with them, lemon scenes are going to vary wildly between the members of the harem. For Irina I was going more vanilla with a focus on her feelings throughout it especially since it was her first time. Did I succeed in making something good? I'll leave that to your discretion. Either way, general experience with such scenes should make me better at them overtime.
Anyways, with this bit of a time skip done, Onyx and Melina will be heading out again and this time we'll be getting a look at what mana can really allow during those chapters.
And last but not least, after grinding the whole weekend and past two nights, I have finally set up the extra chapters. Currently you can only read 10 ahead, and honestly, I'm pretty sure that's the sweet spot I'll be maintaining.
You can check it out at patr3on.com/Thirdratewriter
I'm sure we all know what that 3 is a stand in for. Seen other people do something similar so I'm going to follow the trend.
Ah before I forget.
* Denotes a chapter that only has a single lemon scene in it that takes takes up, at most, a quarter of the chapter.
** Denotes a chapter that's at least half a lemon
*** Denotes a chapter that's more or less completely a lemon with all other scenes dedicated building to it.
See you all around.)