Intermission IV

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” Dumont asked you as you starred up into the night sky. It wasn’t as starry as it could be, some oil lanterns and candles were still lit at night, but compared to a modern city, this was the countryside.

“Yeah” you reply, your feminine voice airy as you let your eyes flit from cluster to cluster. “Some say that each of those lights is a sun just like the one we have during the day” you mutter.

“That’s a lot of gods” Dumont comments. The two of you are outside in the courtyard of his manor house. Really it’s a mansion but hey, Romans like minding their manners.

You are reclining on a ‘couch’ that was more of a cushioned wooden bench. It had no backing and only some cushioned armrests that functioned more as headrests. Still, the lounger, couch, sofa, or whatever the thing was called, felt comfortable to your almost bare skin. You will probably never get fully used to how loose the dresses are, and the fact that nobody wears anything underneath. Or if they do, it’s minimal and doesn’t detract from the ‘unclothed’ feeling anyway.

“It’s almost as pretty as you,” Dumont said to you. You blushed lightly, he had a way of giving compliments that made them sound so much better. He could have told you something really demeaning and you probably would have blushed.

“Flatterer” you huffed in a faux indignant air. The both of you chuckle. Coming back to Dumont’s place for supper and wine was almost a guarantee that you’d be sleeping with him. So now you were heavily considering whether you wanted to lose your virginity to him or not. When you first switched to a female form it was only to please Sabine. If nobody else had ever learnt of your change it probably would have faded from your mind. Now though, it has progressed to the point where you had crafted a separate female identity for yourself, one that was acting independently of you in a way.

“Have you ever . . .” Dumont began, pausing as if to contemplate his words “Slept with a man?” he finally asked. It was very tactful of him. You turn your head to look at him, perched on a couch across from you and looking like he’d not so much as glanced at the stars this entire time, only at you.

You thought of how to respond. You have had sex, with women, but only with women. With a small sigh you just shake your head, getting a peculiar look from Dumont.

“Have you ever wanted to?” he asked gently. That was the question, the decision. To finally go all the way and break in this female form as truly female. You turn your head to look at the stars again, thinking about this quandary some more. When you first took on this female form, problems like this probably would have been solved with the masculine ‘I like sex’ which is certainly different from the female version. As a male, your virginity is just a tag, to come and go as you please. To a woman, it’s a far more legitimate experience and a more substantial loss.

“Yes,” you reply, turning to look at Dumont again. His question wasn’t a polite inquiry, a vague interest into your distant wants, it was a proposition. He wanted sex with you, but had far too much tact to just outright say it. You appreciated the subtlety.

“Then perhaps I could escort you to my chambers?” Dumont proposed, standing up and offering his arm like a gentleman.

“I’d be delighted” you replied, getting up and taking his arm.

****

Dumont’s bed was massive. It was easily big enough that you and all your godly harem could happily sleep on it. Andraste and Artemis might need to snuggle a bit, but Fortuna would have enough space to snooze without knocking elbows.

Dumont led you into the chamber and to the bed, stopping before it to look deeply into your eyes. If you were him, there would be a number of things he could do to help comfort a girl as nervous as you are, your impending ascension into womanhood weighing heavily on your mind. Your heartbeat quickened, along with your breath as the man got closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. His other hand slipped around you to settle on the small of your back, while the first moved up your neck until it was gently cupping the back of your head. From this position, Dumont was easily able to bend over just enough to press his lips against yours. You couldn’t help tucking yourself into his engulfing presence. Much like what Azrael did with you, you place your hands on his chest and lean into the kiss. Almost moaning as the passion and the heat begin tickling at your brainstem and melting your heart. You are short of breath when finally the giant breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a moment longer.

“Perhaps now is a good time to be bereft of these clothes” Dumont whispered to you before righting you and backing off. You watched as Dumont’s tunic slipped over his head and was deposited on the floor and then watched as the loincloth he wore under it was also removed. This, revealed his cock which, from your current perspective, was really big. The whole cliche of not thinking the ‘thing’ will fit certainly ran through your mind. “Would you like me to strip you?” the man asked and you jolted back to the realm of the conscious. You quickly undid the girdle that held the girls together and kept your dress on before slipping the dress off over your shoulders and letting it pool by your feet. You didn’t wear a belt, preferring instead to carry your coin purse on a shoulder strap.

Dumont grinned as he observed your naked body, his eyes running from collarbone to pelvis and back again. Without a word, the man bridged the short gap between the two of you and took your breasts in his hands. You delight in the comfortable, slightly erotic sensations of having your boobs kneaded which, in turn, helps to relax you and get you into the swing of things. This is the problem with ‘choosing’ to lose your virginity rather than it being a spur of the moment decision, you came into this all nervous and not very aroused.

After a moment, Dumont let your well kneaded boobs go, instead, slipping his arms around your back until he had one hand under your arse. With his hands in position, he picked you up and pressed your lips to his before you had a chance to complain and carried you over to the bed. It must have been full of cotton or something, because you sank right in, Dumont following so as to not break the kiss. Finally, the Frank pulled back and you took stock of your new surroundings. The bed was ridiculously comfortable, you are underneath a very big man and a rapidly hardening something was poking into your pelvic regions. You also notice your legs are either side of you and you are in the perfect position for him to thrust into you. This was erotic as fuck, and you are breathing hard as your eyes locked with Dumont’s.

Dumont, however, wasn’t quite ready to start. He broke the kiss with a grin, pausing just close enough to you that his breath tickled your nose. Then you felt a hand trailing down your body until it reached your inner thigh where it traced a lazy circle.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” the man asked. You could only nod as his fingers got ever so closer to your most intimate of places. Dumont grinned again, pressing his lips to yours which took your mind off of his questing fingers. You were completely distracted by Dumont’s tongue to notice his hand trailing ever so softly against the folds of your labia, but after a minute or two you could feel the tingles build.

Dumont apparently knew the exact moment you noticed as he took that moment to combine a kiss with an all out finger **** on your clit. You moan into the man’s mouth as he frantically rubs you. Then, without any warning, he stops. He broke the kiss, took his fingers away and pulled back.

You pant hard as you melt into the bedding, a throbbing in your groin demanding satisfaction. Dumont, however, merely brought his hand up to show you, two fingers were glistening with your own arousal. You hadn’t even noticed you were wet until you saw that.

“Would you like me to start with fingers?” the man asked, trailing the offending digits down your body until he was lazily tracing your labia again.

“What do you mean?” you ask, the haze of lust making remembering important things difficult.

“When I put myself inside of you the first time, it might hurt” Dumont explained “would you like me to start small with a finger?” Dumont asked, pressing a finger to your entrance. You suck in a breath at the sensation of something poking you there. Almost a primal need to want it to continue, but no, you don’t want the experience diluted. You shake your head. “As the lady wishes” Dumont says, his finger going up and flicking your clit. You moan lightly in response.

Despite what you thought would happen, Dumont didn’t immediately go for the kill, instead he took his tool out and began rubbing it along your snatch. Gently and slowly at first which built up tingles. You don’t know how long this went on for, but by the end you were almost to the point of bucking and moaning, looking for release. This didn’t come. Instead, Dumont left you throbbing with desire once more, but this time with his very hard cock now aimed at your completely untouched entrance. Not even a finger had been in there.

“Last chance to ease into this” Dumont tells you. You spread your legs further, going into spread eagle position, your eyes fixated upon his fleshy cobra, poised to strike. Dumont says nothing more, merely siddles forward just enough that his shaft is now pressing against you. Your heart is hammering in your chest, your breath coming in hitches, your eyes glued to the impending demise of your virginity. A pair of strong hands gently grasp your thighs, moving them just a little wider and you feel it press against you. Feel it against your innermost sanctum. And then it presses forward.

You take a sharp breath as it begins to enter you. To enter you. Before you screw your eyes shut as a splitting pain reaches you. It was horrible certainly, though not enough to make you wince or anything, but it combined with something Entering You was enough to cause you to gasp. Inch by inch, you feel it claim more, stretch more of you, until finally it’s progress halts. You let out a gasp of air, exhilaration flooding you and then you take a gulp of air in and slump back into the bedding, your body shivering.

“You are now a woman,” Dumont said, a happy smile on his face. His words lanced directly into your core, flicking at something deep inside of you. To describe what you are feeling, it would be like doing the splits. Including the pain from not quite being flexible enough only, the entire sensation was just a little deeper into your pelvis than that. You could also feel it inside of you, filling a void you hadn’t even noticed was there. But now that it was full, it felt good.

“Does it still hurt?” Dumont asked. You could only shake your head, your body still shivering slightly. Dumont then began to move, pulling himself out slowly and then, just as slowly, pushing himself in. If you had to describe this new sensation, it was stretching out your muscles after having been sat down for too long. That nice feeling after a few too many hours at the computer desk in one position when you get up and reach for the sky. Of course, Dumont didn’t stop with one thrust and slowly began building up a pace.

It didn’t really take long for you to notice where your orgasm was going to come from. He wasn’t really attacking your G-spot, not that you’d know what that felt like right at that moment. Instead, the wonderful stretching sensation got more intense, gradually over time. Dumont had built his pace up to a nice steady and constant push and pull causing pulses of stretching pleasure to rock you core, slowly growing more and more intense with each thrust. Soon, the sensation was so intense you were wholly focused on it and thus it took you a minute to realise you were moaning.

The sensations got ever more intense. To the point where you were almost writhing under Dumont, bucking your hips which only sent thrills into you and caused you to moan harder. You almost subconsciously began arching and your distraction was so complete, you didn’t notice the hairs on your arms stand up, didn’t notice the thrills running down your spine. Right up until a dam broke. You are caught completely off guard as the stretching sensation snapped like a rubber band and then shot through your body. You squeak and then cry out in pleasure as an orgasm, your first vaginal one, rocks your body.

A small eternity of bliss is your existence. While you know, intellectually, that a female orgasm lasts for approximately 20 to 30 seconds, while having one, time is meaningless. Finally, your twenty seconds of forever end and your body relaxes, allowing you to slump into the bedding even as that stretching sensation fills you again, milking the last few pulses of orgasm out of you. You open your eyes to Dumont, still buried inside of you, smiling down at you.

“That was beautiful,” Dumont complimented. And, still panting, you smile at him. “Do you mind if I continue?” he asked. You wonder, vaguely, if he could draw you to another orgasm so you nod. This time, as Dumont built himself up to a pace he wanted, you remembered your boobs and began playing with them. The effect was nice, it added a certain effect to the sensations and soon you are moaning again.

Dumont finally pulled out of you as you came down from your second orgasm. It wasn’t quite as mind shattering as the first, perhaps because you had already had one and weren’t so deprived. You felt the hot pulses of his come slap across your body and opened your eyes to hot, slimy cum covering your pelvis and stomach. A bizarre flash of curiosity took you and you jabbed two fingers into a rope of the gooey mess. It was warm, slimy and felt . . . oddly erotic. Just to see what all the fuss was about, and to know what a girl might be experiencing from her end of the blowjob, you slip your fingers into your mouth. The taste was salty, too salty, like salt pork that hadn’t been soaked overnight, but with the consistency and texture of some kind of jam spread. It was also very erotic and you aren’t sure you’ll ever try it again. Though you are now curious about giving blowjobs.

“Gods” Dumont muttered, his softening cock still in his hand. You look up at him, blinking a few times, your fingers still in your mouth. His cock hardened just a little. You guess he thinks you’re sexy.