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Fantasy RP Sweet Attentions (Schoeche)

Briggs smirked at her slightly as he pulled her into his body, her warm bare form feeling the clash of chilly night air and the tingle of bother fire and companionship. His hands weighed her breasts slowly, squeezing them and using his fingers to teased her nipples. She felt his bodies pressure against her backside, some hard pushing on her innocent body. The adventurers lustful cock rubbed against, hungry for her, his attention and desire focused upon only her abd her body. He pulled her along towards his tent slowly, quite ready to take her offering.
 
Aethel followed him eagerly, pausing only to offer the devil a half-apologetic smile as they went. The eager desire of the young elf was captivating, and all other considerations soon left her mind as the entire the partial privacy of his tent. Her eyes watched him eagerly, allowing herself to be guided along and looking for any sign of anything she should do.
 
As she glanced at the Bard she saw him simply shrug, seeming to be quite alright with it either way. Or perhaps he knew Briggs was that impatient a man and would be best nor to get involved. Aethel saw the inside of the Druids tent, adorned with a few hanging clippings of herbs and carvings of animals adorned the edges of the tents corners. The grass of forest floor was soft and lush under her barefeet, like she was stepped upon a new bed. He didn't have a bedrock or any kind of bedding it seemed. The only thing that was upon the grass was a folded animal pelt, something exotic and foreign, with a spotted pattern along its fur. His hands were on her again as sge felt him embrace her from behind, his fingers twitched gentjy and the lamp light in the tent blew out, leaving them in the soft ambient shadows of the night. "You say you haven't done this before right little bunny?" He said as shevfelt his hands playing with her body, rubbing on her ass and her breasts.
 
She gazed around eagerly, taking in every detail. Her senses were on high alert for a moment until she felt his body move against her from behind. Then, there was one thing that occupied all her senses, and even the devil waiting on the other side of the camp was completely forgotten in the anticipation of what that warm elven body was about to do to her. She turned toward him a little, still welcoming the feel of his warm hands on her. Her soft, eager eyes met his as she shook her head. “No, I haven’t.” She looked at him, reaching out to place a hand on his chest.
 
"Then I'll take the first steps to help you learn" he said as he started to draw his cloak off, showing a mesh of leather clothing and hide armors. He brought her over to the animal skin, starting to guide her downwards onto her knees. "Give me your hands" he said as he showed her how to open up a man's armor.
 
She knelt, her eyes looking up at him. She was eager, and soon was pulling at buckles and undoing straps. Some of them seemed to have no effect, but soon, pieces of armor were coming off, giving Aethel a glimpse of skin and the real build of the elf underneath. She bit her lip as she looked up at him from her knees.
 
He chuckled at her eagerness, as she managed to work her way into his armor, the elf reached out and cupped the back of her head lightly. His member slid out of his pants, hardened for her, it hung forward towards her lips, curving up slightly. "All you need is the right touch." He said as he guided her hand to it. "No need to be shy, yeah?"
 
She looked up at him, hesitated, then leaned in and kissed his member softly. She giggled and looked up at him, unsure if she had done the right thing.
 
He twitched gently as she kissed his tip, Briggs smiled st her. "Close bunny, give it a taste with your tongue, take your time with it...it makes guys feel real good."
 
She hesitated, then leaned in slowly. Her soft white fingers closed around the shaft to hold it steady. Her tongue came out as she leaned in. Her soft, wet mouth closed around the tip for a moment, then she pulled away.
 
He chuckles as he gently brought her forward again. "A little longer, keep going" he said. His skin was hot in her mouth, throbbing her hands lightly as he coaxed her. "Push it deeper and rub it work your tongue" he said
 
She smiled, encouraged by the clearer instructions and intrigued by the tastes and experiences. She leaned forward, sliding his member into her mouth again. She did as he said, sliding it further into her mouth and working her tongue along the bottom of it. She tilted her head up toward him, looking for a reaction.
 
Briggs gave a gentle sigh, a low moan as she moved, in part from the pleasure, but to affirm her actions as well. He stroked her head briefly. "Thats good, go faster Bunny." He urged lightly as his elven eyes flicked with growing pleasures. "If you know how to please a man with your mouth, you can make more than just one man happy at a time." He said licking his lips. "Mm and don't be afraid to rub it with your hands."
 
A tingle ran through her at the sound of her moan and she picked up her pace. Her head was soon moving steadily in and out. At his suggestion, her hand began sliding in and out, working his shaft. She pulled away from his cock for a moment, looking up at him, suprised. "I could? Then..." she glanced at the door. "Should we invite more in? You all saved me, after all..."
 
He smirked at her. "Already? Moving fast to graduation to Offical Camp Bunny...I admire that work ethic....hm. you do good here, and you can pick who gets what." He said rubbing his chin.
 
She smiled at the praise, then went back to her work. She picked up rapidly, already having clued in that it was important to pay attention to their responses and expressions. SHe set to work on his cock, one hand stroking him while her mouth worked the tip. Every so often, she kept glancing up to mark his expression.
 
Briggs groaned in pleasure as she put up her eager pace, her lips drawing put hos enjoyment with every stroke and squeeze. He bit his lips slightly. "Mm-you need to do something now. But don't rush, you need to move it deeper, as far as you can take without it making you gag." He coached hotly.
 
Aethel paused for just a moment, sizing up the situation as she listened to him, then she resumed. Each bob of the head took in a little more as she experimented with how much she could take. She wasn’t worried with her own pleasure just now. Giving a man pleasure, she was discovering, was an art that had its own appeal. She kept glancing up at him every so often, gauging his interest.
 
As she eyed Briggs, his expression was a mixture of interest and pleasure, his eyes on her with every press of her limits to slide her mouth further and further towards his base. He groaned softly , his tip pushing against the back of her throat, feeling the difference tye further she went
 
She experimented, trying various angles and relaxing the muscles in her throat to see what worked. A couple of times, she had to jerk her head away and cough when she was too adventurous, but each time, she eagerly turned back and took his cock back into her mouth again. She improved slowly as she went, working to pleasure him in any way she could. She was determined to give him ultimate pleasure.
 
As she submitted herself to learning, trying to pleasure hilarious first playmate with every squeeze of her throat muscles and press of her lips. He cupped her head gently as he started to throb in her mouth, his balls swelling slowly, preparing to reward her again with his seed.
 
She looked into his eyes soulfully, reading the pleasure there. Her hand moved up to cup over his. Her other hand moved to rest on his hip. She moaned softly, not in pleasure, exactly, but in empathy with the expression she read in his face.
 
As she laid hands on him, and their eyes met, She felt Briggs begin to release, his seed pouring into her mouth.
 
This was unexpected. Sure, she should have know what was going to happen, but she didn't. The warm, salty liquid filled her mouth and she quickly swallowed, the instinctive reaction to the load throbbing into the back of her throat. She looked up at him surprised, quickly gathering that this was the result of the climax. She continued sucking and swallowing until it seemed he was done, then she pulled away, smiling up at him. She wiped her mouth with her hand and looked up at him shyly.
 
As she pulled away, he stepped back. "Ah-forgot to mention that-thats agood thing." He said as he reached down and pet her head. "I think...you've proven yourself. I'll keep my word, you get to pick who you invite in."
 
Aethel considered a moment. The form of Gage flittered in her mind, but he almost certainly wouldn't accept. That was disappointing. She could have the devil come in. Then she could repay him for her pleasure by the fire... Her mind drifted back to the leader. The way Vander took charge of the group (and even her) settled her mind. "Could we... Could I go to Vander?" She genuinely wasn't sure if he would join them. He seemed more aloof than the rest.
 
Briggs shrugged. "I don't know if he's even hot blooded, he's like a rock. I'm sure he'd appreciate the attempt if you give it a go" he said honestly not sure if their gruff leader even would bite if she danged the opportunity.
 
"I'm going to go try then." She rose, taking the time to clean herself up before she left the tent. She offered Briggs a smile before she left. "Thanks, that was fun." She gave him a wink and a wave before slipping out of the tent.

Her naked form shone softly in the night as she moved past the fire, not burned down to a red glow. She didn't glance around to see if anyone wsa out of their tent yet, instead going directly across the tent. She pulled back the tent flap and peered in. "Can I come in?"
 
As she peered inside, she saw Vander was laying in his bed roll, his attention on some book. "You raise the question after you open the flap?" He said as a flipped the page. He said it so bluntly it was almost like a smack on her ass for daring to interrupt his business. But after a brief moment, he held out a hand waving without looking. "Come in, you are letting in the breeze."
 
Aethel stepped into the tent, a little timid after the blunt rebuke. Her bare white skin glowed softly in the low light. She made sure to fasten the tent flap behind her, then turned and approached the captain slowly. She stopped at what she hoped was a respectful distance. It was warm enough in the tent, but goos bumps still covered her from the chill night air. She waited for a response from the captain, studying him with soft eyes.
 
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