What a Nice Voice Causes [R18]

Dorian was not sure about the song when the music started.

He wasn't too thrilled with doing a romantic ballad, but he shrugged and scanned the lyrics, preparing to sing along.

His voice was still enchanted by Yamir's magic.

This time, he tried to control it in a way that would only affect Emma, intent on captivating her.

If this place were anything like a private hotel room, as the dim lighting and intimate setup suggested, there'd be no issue taking things further.

He leaned closer, tilting the microphone slightly away from his mouth as if the words were meant for her alone.

The lyrics flowed effortlessly, each note aligning with the flirt-filled atmosphere.

At first, Emma seemed dazed, her eyes unfocused, but something shifted within her.

Her gaze locked onto his, drifting from his eyes to his lips.

She moved closer, straddling his legs with a boldness that surprised him, her breath quickening as she stared.

Dorian's hand grazed her shoulder, his touch gentle but deliberate as he continued singing.

When the song faded, Emma reached for the remote, her fingers trembling slightly as she queued more tracks.

It was clear she had no intention of singing; she was setting the stage, ensuring that music was playing to keep others from listening.

She just knew they would be needing background noise.

Dorian watched her, sitting still for a moment, as if unsure of her next move.

Her face flushed, her lips caught between her teeth in a shy, hesitant bite.

"Guess you liked my voice more than I thought, huh?" he teased, his tone light but carrying a hint of confidence.

Emma's breath hitched, her voice soft but earnest. "Yeah… a lot."

She was holding back, her inexperience evident in the way she waited for him to take the lead.

Unlike Luna, whose confidence had pushed forward their intimate encounter.

Emma's youth and uncertainty made her seem vulnerable, almost endearingly so.

Dorian sensed her hesitation and softened his approach.

Her breath was a little ragged, but she still tried to hold on until Dorian made the first move.

He stopped caressing her shoulder, instead lifting both hands to cradle her cheeks.

Rising slightly off the seat, he closed the distance, brushing his lips against hers in gentle, tentative pecks.

He kept his pace slow, mindful not to overwhelm her, matching her inexperience with careful restraint.

Emma fumbled at first, her movements unsure but eager, and Dorian couldn't help but find her clumsiness charming.

Each small misstep only deepened the connection, her shy responses drawing him further into the role as the one leading in this encounter.

Her eyes were closed as if trying to take in the feeling of her first real passionate kiss.

Dorian sensed her surrender to the moment and slid his hands to her back, gently pulling her closer.

The warmth of their embrace deepened, drawing her further into intimate sensation.

Her arms encircled his, each kiss growing longer, deeper, the taste richer with every movement until she gasped for air.

She lifted herself slightly with her legs, giving Dorian access to her neck.

Emma yielded to his touch; she was on sensory overload, unable to understand why she was in that position or role, but she accepted his advance, even welcoming it.

He didn't hesitate, trailing teasing kisses along her skin, feeling her arch her back with each delicate brush of his tongue.

His lips ventured lower, grazing the exposed curve above her bust.

Emma tensed briefly, a flicker of resistance crossing her face as she tugged hesitantly at her red bandeau top, revealing the edge of a strapless bra beneath.

Her movements were uncertain, as if she were questioning whether to peel away the thin layer shielding such an intimate part of herself, especially for a man she barely knew.

Dorian, sensing her hesitation, chose not to push.

Instead, he gently guided her down onto the sofa, continuing to kiss her softly.

He knew she wasn't fully ready, her guard still partially up.

Time was pressing—he needed to act swiftly—but they had over an hour left, and he wanted her to feel safe.

He kissed her for a few more minutes, pausing to let her catch her breath, then nibbled gently at her ear as she turned her head to the side.

Her legs shifted against his, each subtle grind tightening their closeness.

"Emma," he murmured, his voice low and warm, "you're not just adorable—you're beautiful, and very captivating. How have you stayed single this long?"

Emma's breath came in erratic bursts, his words sending a shiver through her.

"No good guys in this town… decent ones, I mean," she managed, her voice trembling. "My expectations… uh… Ah, they've always been high."

Dorian's lips continued their gentle exploration, his fingers tracing her curves with care.

Each movement elicited a soft shiver from her, her body responding despite her lingering uncertainty.

Sensing Emma was beginning to let her guard down, Dorian gently placed one hand over her breast, cupping it with care.

"Can I, Emma?" he asked softly, his voice low and reassuring, making it clear he wouldn't push beyond her comfort.

She didn't respond immediately, her hesitation evident.

After a moment, she gave a small, uncertain nod enough for Dorian to proceed.

He focused on gently peeling away the bra clinging to her skin, moving slowly to ensure it remained intact for later.

As the sticky surface peeled off, she saw her wincing in both pleasure and pain, making him take his time unveiling one of the most beautiful, full, rich bosoms he had ever seen.

Well, the truth still remained that he had only seen one other in real life.

He set it carefully on the nearby table, then brushed his thumb lightly over her nipple, his gaze fixed on her face to gauge her reaction.

Emma's eyes fluttered shut, her cheeks flushing a deeper red from a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.

A shy smile curved her lips as she parted them, inviting him for another kiss.

Dorian leaned in, his tongue meeting hers in a slow, deliberate dance while his fingers continued to circle her nipple, feeling it swell slightly under his touch.

When the kiss ended, he lowered himself, taking in the sight of her exposed chest.

Emma's figure was distinct from Luna's, her skin a softer tone, the pink hue of her areola untouched and unblemished, likely revealed to someone for the first time in her life.

"Emma," he murmured, curiosity getting the better of him as he traced his lips lightly over her areola, "have you… Ever done this before?"

His inquisitive mind couldn't resist the question, his mouth lingering as he awaited her response.

She arched her back with a pleasant moan before shaking her head weakly.

"Never… this is.. my first…hnn"

Emma's voice came out in a soft slur, drawing a wider smile from Dorian.

He could sense it now, the red fog that had filled the room, no longer just lingering but flowing into him with each breath.

It invigorated him, his body thrumming with the newfound strength.

He restrained himself, cautious of his enhanced power, aware that a careless move could hurt her.

As he continued, Emma's moans were soft and restrained, as if she were unsure how to release them or embarrassed by the sounds escaping her lips.

Dorian grazed her nipple lightly with his teeth, just enough to elicit a shiver and a louder moan from her.

Startled, she clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.

Dorian shifted his attention to her other nipple, keeping his fingers gently teasing the first.

He lingered just long enough to ease her defenses, sensing her resistance melting.

Dorian wanted to take things further and faster, especially with time pressing, and yet he made sure to keep going carefully, balancing his desire with her comfort.