Kiss the girl

You have questions, and so does she, but before doing anything else, you lean in and plant a chaste kiss on Lia’s lips. She freezes in place, remaining perfectly still even after you pull away. Despite her stupor, you watch a whirlwind of emotions stirring behind her wide open eyes. After a few seconds of processing, the storm inside of her settles down, and is replaced with longing.

“Do that again,” is all she says. You oblige, leaning in without a word. This time you linger for longer, and Lia awkwardly attempts to return the kiss. When you pull away, the catkin looks much more relaxed than before. You reach up and caress the left side of her face, getting a good, close look at Lia’s now heterochromatic eyes. She presses into your hand, and watches you closely with a sheepish smile. “Are you… gonna ask about it?” she says.

“I am curious, but…” Being here with her, you realize that now isn’t the time for words. No, you have something far more important to do. You can feel the excitement building between your legs, just thinking about it. “Do you remember what you told me on that beach? Before the paladin showed up.”

Lia turns away from you suddenly. Sitting next to her on the bed, you now see her in profile as she keeps her eyes on the curtained entrance of the hut rather than looking at you. “You mean… about, uh, exploring my feelings?” Her hands are fidgeting with the knitted patch in her lap, to the point that you’re worried she’ll accidentally pull apart Cady’s work. Calmly, you reach over and grab a hold of her nervous hands. With some delicate maneuvering, you extract the patch from Lia’s fingers and place it aside. Then you reach up and gently pull her face back in your direction. Despite her efforts to look at anything other than you, eventually she gives up and gets lost in your eyes.

“We can save the questions for later,” you say. “Right now, all I want to do is make you feel good. What do you say?”

“I…” Lia hesitates, her eyes once again seeking to avert themselves from your face. Her uncertainty doesn’t last long, however, as within seconds she takes a deep breath, looks you in the eyes, and says, “Okay. I trust you, Evan. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

“With pleasure,” you say as you pull her in for another kiss. This time it’s definitely not a chaste one: holding the back of her head for support, you push past her lips and intertwine your tongue with hers. Lia is shocked by how different the act is from what you did before, but she doesn’t try to run away. After a few awkward moments, your catkin companion starts relaxing into the kiss. As her tongue starts to dance with yours, you feel her hands touching your chest, trying to feel you up through your mangy old doublet. You return the favor by reaching down and giving her ass a good squeeze, which makes Lia yelp into your mouth. Soon after, you have to break the kiss long enough to come up for air, and you seize the opportunity to scoop the cat-eared woman up and throw her properly onto the bed. Lia yells out in surprise as she flies through the air, then laughs as you crawl over the top of her.

Her laughter falls silent, though, as you start taking off your doublet. Once you throw it aside, you look down to find Lia watching you hungrily. Sparing yourself a quick glance, you can’t blame her for liking what she sees: the morning workouts on the ship took your well-trimmed body and put on some serious muscle mass. You are now rocking chiseled abs, impressive pecs, and your arms are almost twice as thick as the flimsy twigs you had in your past life. Once again, your ‘rate of growth’ buff has shown its results, and the woman underneath you seems pretty happy with them. You lean down and resume making out, and soon Lia’s hands are exploring your body once again, this time unobstructed by any clothes. Her fingers trace your muscles, sending pleasant tingles straight to your brain: she wanders from your abs up to your pecs, then around to the back. Not to be outdone, you shift your weight onto one arm and free up the other to grope Lia’s breasts. She moans into your mouth as you fondle her tit through her battered crop top tunic, but seconds later Lia ends up shoving you away. Surprised by her sudden resistance, you sit upright to give her space.

As soon as you give her time to breath, Lia hooks her thumbs under her crop top and pulls it up over her head. Despite her clothes getting pretty beaten up in battle all the time, this is the first time you’ve gotten to see her topless. And it’s quite a reveal. Now that you see them contained only by a frilly, red lace bra, you quickly find yourself mesmerized by Lia’s breasts. The sly woman takes advantage of your trance, slipping out from underneath you and rising up to drape her arms around your neck. She then looks deeply into your eyes, and you see in hers that the hunger from before has only gotten stronger.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks in a sultry tone that makes her sound like a totally different person.

“I love it,” you say. The beast in your pants loves it, too, and is starting to feel a little uncomfortable being contained.

Lia leans in close and whispers into your ear: “How about this?” As she leans back, Lia slides one hand to your shoulder and reaches the other behind her back. A moment later, her bra falls into her lap, revealing Lia’s sizable breasts in all their glory. Like a vacuum, your eyes and hands are pulled towards the magnificent orbs. Lia’s fingers dig into your shoulder as you make contact with her tits; once you start fondling her funbags in earnest, though, she relaxes her grip, and even leans into your caresses. Lia’s free hand scoops up her bra and tosses it aside, then returns to her lap. As she continues to moan out her pleasure while you work her chest, Lia’s hand starts absentmindedly rubbing her crotch through her pants. After a minute or two of that, she slips her hand inside her pants and immediately freezes up. The hand on your shoulder grips you hard, and you stop your fondling. Lia fishes her hand back out of her pants and discovers her fingers wet with sweet, sticky love juices. “What did I…”

You’re pretty sure, given her acute sense of smell as a catkin, that she knows it isn’t urine. Even so, you calmly take the woman’s hand and guide it to your mouth. You take her fingers and lick them clean, showing her that there’s nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Then, taking advantage of her momentary confusion, you gently push her back down onto the bed. Once again pressing your lips to hers, you slip your own hand inside Lia’s pants and find her wet, virgin womanhood. The catkin’s hands remain planted at her sides, where she is digging her fingers into the mattress in a **** attempt at stopping herself from running away. She whimpers as you rub two fingers over her slit, but you drown out her fear by showering her with kisses. You consider slipping a finger in, but you’re already pushing her pretty far. The last thing you want to do is make Lia regret this decision, so your mission now is to make her cum without putting anything inside.

The more attention you give her, the more worked up Lia gets. Up high, you alternate between making out with her and showering her neck with light kisses; down below, your fingers shift between teasing her folds and rubbing circles onto her exposed little pearl. You’re not sure how long it takes before her eyes fill with stars and she screams out in blissful release, but when she gets there you know it was worth the effort. In her climax, Lia drapes her arms around your neck again and pulls herself in close. She then latches onto the crook of your neck with her teeth, biting you softly until her orgasm subsides.

You take the love bite with pride, and let her hang on you for as long as she wants.