Forming clay.

John pulled Gnome in closely. So close Gnome’s initial response was trying to step back. John stopped that impulse (barely, the difference in their strength was obvious) but he stopped the downwards motion of his mouth in order to ask “Are you fine?” Gnome slowly nodded, “Just, please be careful with me,” she whispered in response. John had not known that such shy behavior could be such a turn on. In porn things always got straight to the point and the women he had been with up to this point, had always jumped straight into the act. Maybe he would have to be a bit slower about this, more patient.

“Let’s get comfortable,” he suggested and invitingly pointed at the bed. Gnome smiled and nodded, strongly this time, allowing him to guide her there. They sat at the edge of the bed and John retracted his hands. For a moment they just sat there as John assembled a game plan for this. ‘Best to start with teasing!’ he decided. Sitting to her left, he rested his right hand on her thigh. That simple motion made Gnome blush already, but she was fine as he slowly rubbed his hand along her skin. It was harder than a humans’ and as smooth as marble, feeling very inelastic to the touch and colder than a normal human. This didn’t mean he felt like he was molesting a statue but simply that he was experiencing something somewhat unusual. However, he had expected that much; he was about to bed an elemental after all.

Gnome didn’t dare look at him, her eyes completely focusing on her own hands folded in her lap. When she finally did turn her head to the side ever so slightly John’s face was right next to hers. “Too close!” she announced, turning her head away but she didn’t try to get away. “What is the problem?” John whispered into her ear. Her body was overtaken by a pleasant shudder by the sound of John’s voice, and he carefully put his right hand on her chin and turned her head. “I just, I am nervous…” Gnome stammered. “You will not overcome it if you don’t dare to do a bit,” John tried to motivate her, “I will be here and wait for you.”

They stared into each other’s brown eyes, they had known each other for a bit now, yet not at all it seemed. John breathed regularly, Gnome in short bursts, if she had a heart, John was sure it would have been beating like crazy right now. Finally, Gnome mustered the courage and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was inexperienced, sloppy, her lips, however, were soft and her tongue, as little as it probed, undifferent to a human's. John let her try on her own for a few more moments; then he went on the offensive. He opened his mouth and met her tongue with his own. Gnome froze for a moment but soon resumed moving carefully as John’s slow and gentle movements reassured her. He slowly agitated his movements and moved his hand up her inner thigh ever so slowly. Drunk by these new sensations Gnome did not realize it until he touched pussy. If she didn’t have panties or they had vanished already, John did not know or care, all he knew was that he was touching an increasingly wet spot of interesting texture.

Gnome let out the smallest of moans into his mouth. Her face was on fire, running red with blushes, yet she **** herself to keep kissing him. John softly pushed her into the sheets. Their mouths parted but John's hand remained underneath her dress, slowly rotating over her pussy lips. They felt like really solid pudding, that was the best analogy he could come up with. Soft, yet firm, maybe fresh, wet clay was another good description. However, the perfect way to describe it would have to wait as John was instantly fascinated by the view in front of him.

Gnome averted her eyes and hid her mouth behind a half-formed fist, yet it was clear that it was her cute moans that slowly whispered into the room as John kept moving his fingers. He pushed one finger inside. Gnome sighed out audibly and clamped her mouth shut immediately. A bit teary-eyed she looked at John, “Sorry,” she mumbled. “For what? It sounded adorable,” John said. “Really?” Gnome asked, a small glint in her eyes. “Of course!” he reassured and guided her hand away from her mouth in order to see her complete face again, “You are adorable,” he repeated more directly. As his reward Gnome sighed in lust again, no longer bothering to hold back. John pushed a second finger inside, already stretching the tight space down there, and Gnome let out a single sharp scream of pleasure, her body tensing for a brief moment. He hoped to get that reaction again, so John attacked with increasingly demanding movements. He also showered her round face in kisses, used his free hand to tease her soft breasts through her clothes and whispered sweet words into her ear.

Gnome’s walls slowly crumbled, shyness destroyed by pleasure and bliss. Soft gasps were becoming audible moans, her body writhing in the sheets underneath John. Between two kisses he heard her mumble something, something incoherent, then her whole body tensed up, pressing against his. The clay-like walls of her pussy captured him completely as Gnome tasted the first orgasm of her life at the mercy of John’s skilled fingers. A voiceless scream on her lips, eyes opened wide her spine arched upwards, John judged it to be a strong orgasm, and he would do his best to make it last as long as possible, his fingers moving rashly. With wild energy, they ravaged back and forth and each time he plunged inside the silent scream of Gnome was interrupted by a high-pitched squeal. She finally collapsed back into the sheets, and John ceased his movements. He pulled his hand back and found it dry, to his surprise.

Gnome, again, whispered something he couldn’t make out. He brought his ear closer. “Close your eyes, John,” Gnome requested, her voice silent due to embarrassment. John pulled back and visibly did as he was told. He could guess what was coming next. He did not open his eyes when he heard another whisper. Instead, he did something very mean. “What did you say?” he asked, knowing full well what she said even without hearing her. Another whisper, a bit louder. “You will have to tell me exactly what you want from me and what I will see when I open my eyes,” he teased.

“Uh, uhh, uhm,” stammering noises, a mixture of feelings in his mind. There was frustration, at herself and him equally, a bit of anger for being teased like this, shame for her situation, and a whole bunch of horniness that eventually overpowered everything else as she finally said what was requested of her. “I-I want you to o-o-o-o-pen your eyes, you-u will se-s-see me naked,” were the words he finally heard and that made him open his eyes with a wide smile. One shouldn’t bully the innocent, but the reward killed whatever guilt he felt.

Gnome was lying underneath him; her clothes had vanished and revealed her pale frame. Her breasts were slightly bigger than Rave’s, a big B or a small C-Cup, very firm and with pink nipples at the top that were already hardened by the previous experience. His greedy eyes made their way south, over her even stomach that no sculptor could have carved more perfectly to her small hips and her glistening pussy lips. He looked back up and found Gnome with an uncertain expression, “And, you bully?” she said with a small sniffle.

Okay, now he did feel slightly guilty. “You are so absolutely adorable, I want to cuddle you!” he just blurted out and threw himself on her to do exactly that. Gnome, unsure what was happening made a surprised noise as John embraced her with one arm while using the other to get naked via his status screen. Suddenly only his underwear was left, and he sat up again.

“Wha-wha-wha!” Gnome clasped her eyes shut with her hands, but John could see her peeking through, “What?!” “Oh come on Gnome, you have seen me naked before,” John giggled and positioned himself between her legs. “That was then!” she cried out, the opening between her fingers widened, “Now is now!”

“That’s right, and is there something you would want from me right now?” John asked, back to bullying his cute elemental. “Uwuwuwuwu,” Gnome made a sound John never heard before, one of pure embarrassment. However, it was all he could get out of her as he unequipped his boxers. He literally felt the wires inside Gnome’s head shortcircuit and shut down at the sight of his dick. The gaps between her fingers were wide enough that John could see her complete eyes, which were focused on his crotch and unmoving, save from the slight quivering.

John waited for a moment to see if she would snap back into reality but Gnome seemed to be completely gone from home, all he could feel from her was the need and curiosity about having him inside her. He was just as curious about how she would feel, so he inched the last bit closer and pushed his dick into the tight confines of her pussy. It was the tightest thing ever. So tight he barely got inside. What was more is that she was clearly wet, yet it didn’t feel like any of that wetness spread unto his cock, making the slide inside a very unique yet pleasurable experience. It had to be pleasurable, the amount of pressure on his dick was absolutely mind-numbing in the best sense of the word. As he pushed the last centimeter of his dick inside Gnome’s brain jump-started back up.

“Ahh!” she moaned and clasped her mouth shut again, leaving her eyes uncovered, which she then tried to hide from him by bringing her hands back up, giving John the opportunity to move and make her moan without a cover again. “Nooo,” she lamented as he slowly pushed inside again, gaspingly, “Stoop!” “You want me to stop?” John asked with played confusion and froze in his movements. “Yes, I mean no, not with that, but with this bullying, you bad bullying bully!” her childish vocabulary made John just want to tease her more. He was conflicted about this new side of him but how could he not? The answer was by thinking with his dick surprisingly.

All of this foreplay had left him all hot and bothered and his primitive longings finally said no to this bullying and yes to the promise of the clamping, slightly cooler than usual, pussy around him. “Okay,” was, therefore, all he said before giving in to these desires and pushing into her all the way to the base. A startled Gnome accidentally spoke her true feelings “Oh, John, YESH!” at the last word she tried to stop herself by pressing her teeth together but all that did was make moans more throaty as John fucked her in the missionary position. Again and again, he pushed into her, Gnome's body shaking as she tried her most **** to make the minimal amount of noise, her hands could no longer cover her mouth as they were needed to grab the mattress in some **** attempt to get a handle on the situation. She did not, instead, just like control over her body, it slipped further away from him.

John saw with fascination how each of his thrusts sent Gnome deeper into some kind of haze. Each time their hips met with a slam her eyes jumped upwards and fell back down, but not as low as before. Slowly they raised higher and higher until his thrusts made them roll all the way up and then they just stayed there as her whole body convulsed, her clenched teeth were shut as tight as her pussy was clamping. It felt like she was milking his dick as each of his thrusts sent her over some kind of edge and then her throaty moans became loud animalistic grunts of pure bliss as her brain again shut down, just from pleasure instead of shame this time around. John could only follow her this time as the view made his brain see only her and feel only the pleasure of every thrust until he was too close, there was no return, he only could fuck her as fast as her tight snatch allowed. Ragged breaths from both of them, he was a strained rope about to rip and then he did.

His seed pumped into her out of his shaft, and her whole body arched up again as the heat of his seed inside her colder body burned through the electrified nerves of her body, already overly sensitive from this, her first actual sexual experience with a guy that had A LOT of practice by now. Her body craved more of it, as much as she could get and it did its best to make John spurt more of it inside her and she damn well succeeded. As the clayish walls massaged his shaft in a way that he would only ever feel from her, and he emptied as much of his balls inside her as his bodily functions allowed before slumping forwards.

Now, John had always been one for post-coitus hugging but Gnome, as her face rested into a very sleepy, drowsy looking smile, was just so cute John had to snuggle with her for another minute, or ten.