Perfect Experience [R18]

Doing the deed on a couch wasn't the most comfortable setup, especially since Dorian wanted to make Emma's first time unforgettable and a perfect experience when popping her cherry.

He needed her to know he was going to have her today.

Slowly, he continued teasing her breasts, sucking on them with just enough force to make her moan and arch her back with each lick.

Each time she did, a rush of energy surged into him.

He bet that if he could open some supernatural panel, he'd see it converting into experience points, making him stronger with every pulse.

He knew she was ready for more without even needing to slip her panties off.

His hand slid down, fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants while he kept his mouth on her nipple, ensuring she wouldn't stop his other hand from doing its job.

As for Emma, she kept one hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps, while the other tangled in his hair, as if begging him not to stop.

As soon as he popped the button free, he lifted himself slightly and slid her tight leather pants off, lifting her slowly to do so.

The fabric clung to her sweat-slicked skin, making it a struggle, but she helped, slowly allowing him to peel them down before kicking them off completely, her feet flailing in the process.

"What are you looking at?" Emma said, her voice shaky as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Her flustered face made it clear she was slightly pushed past her limits.

"You know this is my first time… If I'd known, I would've brought that skirt you mentioned you wanted me in."

Dorian grinned, his incubus charm fueling his confidence.

"Don't worry," he said, voice low and teasing.

"Remember, I said you were a fifteen with a skirt? Well, you're a solid twenty in just your panties."

He didn't wait for her to respond.

Gripping her by the waist, he pulled her onto him, positioning her to straddle his lap.

His own pants were already down, leaving just his boxers, the thin fabric barely concealing his arousal.

He knew she wouldn't be as skilled with her tongue as Luna had been, but with time so short, that would have to wait for next time.

Dorian planned to speed things up a bit, hoping to make Emma bring him to ecstasy twice before their time ended, unlike his experience with Luna.

Emma was still above him on the couch, her lovely legs spread over him knees bent, her chest near his face.

She reverted to her shy self, her arms instinctively covering what she could.

Dorian sensed her nerves and moved to calm her, starting with soft pecks along her skin while his fingers traced lightly over her thighs.

At first, he wondered why an incubus had pointed nails, but as he dragged them gently across her skin, eliciting shivers from her, their purpose became clear.

He slowly held her cheek, having her look at him while activating Seductive Gaze, a subtle skill that enveloped her in a wave of calmness while heightening her pleasure in the moment.

He didn't want to push further, no brainwashing or overpowering her will.

He didn't need to; she had already accepted him.

Emma, shedding her shyness easily after this and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she initiated a kiss.

Dorian returned it, lingering for a few seconds before leaning back, pulling her with him.

The shift allowed her to bend just enough for his hands to wrap around her perky, cute butt, massaging it slowly with deliberate care.

His arousal, no longer contained by his boxers, brushed against her private area, sending a jolt through her.

Emma lifted her face, biting her lip as the pleasure of his member rubbing against her sensitive spot overwhelmed her.

Dorian smiled, moving slowly, grinding against her now-damp panties, the fabric slipping slightly with each motion.

The sensation made her jolt again, her eyes dropping to where their bodies met, watching the thin fabrics rub together.

"Ready?" Dorian whispered, his lips grazing her ear as she stared, transfixed.

It took ten seconds for her to pause her grinding, her breath unsteady, before she gave a small nod.

"It's your first time, right?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with anticipation.

Emma's eyes flashed with a hint of anger at Dorian's tactless comment, but she nodded silently, her lips pressed tight.

"Don't worry, Emma," Dorian said softly, his voice steady and reassuring.

"I'll go slowly. Just tell me if it's too much. We're in this together."

He gently slid her panties to the side, freeing himself from his boxers.

His arousal twitched slightly as it pressed against her, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate contact.

Emma gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging in as she hesitated, teetering on the edge of the next step.

All it would take was for her to slide down, but her uncertainty held her still.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, her voice trembling with a touch of fear.

Dorian glanced down, assessing their sizes.

He knew it might be challenging, but her evident arousal suggested she was ready.

"A little," he admitted, his tone gentle.

"Just go slow. It should feel better after the third or fourth time you slide down."

It was a small lie, and he knew it, but the heat of the moment was too intense to stop.

Emma's cautious movements, her slow, teasing taps against him, sliding just half an inch before pulling back up, were driving him wild, even if she didn't intend it.

To ease her nerves, Dorian locked eyes with her again, his Seductive Gaze subtly calming her fears and amplifying her desire.

He leaned in for another kiss, slow and lingering, letting a sliver of liquid flow between them as he pulled back.

"Take your time, Emma," he murmured against her lips, his voice soothing, though his eyes burned with a hunger that nudged her resistance aside.

Then he felt it, her body trembling as she began to slide down, centimeter by centimeter.

She paused, her breath catching as she met a final barrier, the last sign of her purity.

Emma could already feel the pulsing heat of Dorian's arousal, her body gradually adjusting to his shape despite the initial discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, she made the final move, letting him slide deeper inside her.

She pressed a hand over her mouth, stifling a cry as she fought to manage the sharp pang of pain.

Dorian, noticing her struggle, kept his hands and lips occupied to ease her.

He kissed her gently after she settled, holding still as he felt her walls twitch around him, her warmth slowly accommodating his growing arousal.