Step into the sun

Nick felt a little bad, needing to take a break after everything he and Morgana had done together, particularly because Morgana hadn’t actually had an orgasm yet. But he needed a moment to regroup, which also gave him a chance to clean himself up and let Morgana rest a little too.

“Are you feeling alright?” Nick asked awkwardly as he wiped himself down, not sure what he expected Morgana to say. “After, well, um…”

Morgana looked up at him with those big, wide eyes of hers. Her cheeks were flushed and her sweaty hair clung to her face, but she seemed to be energized.

“Y-yes,” she managed to say, nodding slightly. “I… I’m feeling a lot better, so…”

A small smile touched her lips and she looked gratefully to Nick, who felt his heart skip a beat.

“It was a little uncomfortable,” she sheepishly admitted, bringing her legs up to cover her chest when she saw he was looking at her again. “M-my butt, I mean. It felt good, but, um…”

Morgana was having a hard time fully articulating her thoughts. She was trying not to imply that Nick had done anything wrong just because she hadn’t been able to reach orgasm, because that wasn’t really fair. It was true, though. Morgana had failed to cum. But… so what? Having an orgasm wasn’t everything, and Morgana had really enjoyed it, even if it also felt a little uncomfortable to have something stuck up her butt.

What was the right thing to say? What would be the best way to express her feelings without sounding like she was accusing Nick of being an insufficient lover, which he most certainly was not?

For a moment Morgana almost considered asking Dawn again, only to remember that she’d promised her friend to leave her alone for the rest of the night.

But… maybe Dawn could help her after all.

“Just trust your heart.”

Her friend’s words echoed in her head, and Morgana felt a little lighter because of it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she relaxed, raising her head to look Nick in the eye.

That’s right… I should just trust my heart. I don’t need to worry about all this other stuff… I don’t need to be concerned about worrying him or hurting him. Nick… he cares about me. He trusts me. And that should be enough. Morgana had been so focused on not offending anyone like she did her first week here that she had begun to slip into a pattern of accepting responsibility for things that she shouldn’t even have to feel bad about!

Well… no more. She wasn’t going to sabotage like that again! No… she was going to be forthright and honest and say what she meant, and trust that Nick wouldn’t be hurt by it. The same way he was honest with her.

“I… I didn’t like it very much, but I also kind of did,” Morgana said. So much for being forthright! But it was hard when she didn’t even know how she felt herself, fully.

It was a little embarrassing. “I-I mean… it felt good!” She clarified quickly. “But it was like… the pleasure just wasn’t enough, enough to, um…”

She sucked on her lip for a second. It made a much louder sound than she’d anticipated, much to her embarrassment. “…Th-that isn’t meant to be a slight against y-you, or anything!” She quickly clarified, shaking her head. “I just, well…”

Morgana scratched her head sheepishly. “I think… I prefer regular sex better, that’s all.”

“…I understand,” Nick said, nodding. “I feel the same way myself if I’m being honest.”

Relief washed over Morgana, filling her with more satisfaction than an orgasm ever could. Oh, thank goodness… he didn’t blame her for anything!

She didn’t know what she would have done if she’d hurt his pride with her thoughtless words.

“I mean, it’s unique,” Nick continued, sensing Morgana’s discomfort but not sure what the source was, “and I wouldn’t mind it sometimes, but I think the connection I get through regular intercourse, it’s just a little more… intimate, I guess.”

Understanding his point, Morgana nodded. “Yeah,” she murmured thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think I understand.”

It was a relief to hear him say that, honestly it was. They were communicating about what worked for them in the bedroom and what didn’t, which was an oddly fulfilling feeling that Morgana had never expected.

And that… she never would have felt this way if she hadn’t followed Dawn’s advice and trusted in her heart.

“So… what now?” Morgana looked at him hopefully. She didn’t want to seem too eager, but she still hadn’t achieved orgasm herself, and her body was really hungry for it. “Are… are you ready to, um… go again?”

She hoped she wasn’t pressuring him too much. But this was all part of the dialogue, right?

Nick looked at her, and she saw the desire burning in his gaze.

Morgana gasped, as she had an epiphany.

Of course he’s ready to go again! She thought, mentally smacking herself in the forehead. We’ve been talking like normal… and my Sotto Voce… dummy!

Morgana’s words had been washing over Nick this entire time, coaxing his cock back to full hardness. And after how much he’d put up with on their date, it was obvious that his desires were starting to overflow.

She licked her lips in spite of herself and her eyes rose up to meet his again. She felt the heat exchanged in their gazes and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine. A shaky smile touched her lips and she waited, eager for him to make the first move. But a part of her hesitated as well, knowing that he might not.

He’d been attentive and considerate of her all night. And she appreciated that, she really did, but a part of her still wanted to feel the rush of him taking charge… even though she still felt embarrassed about her body.

“Okay,” Nick said, sensing her desire and moving closer to her. He rested his hands on her hips, feeling her relax into his grip. “Are you ready to go?” He asked her, and she looked up at him, nodding excitedly. He saw the heat in her gaze, and it eased his concerns. “So do you want me to turn you over again this time, or-”

“N-no!” Morgana blurted out, shaking her head quickly. It happened so fast she didn’t even realize she’d said anything at first. Her face burned and she gave him a sheepish look. “That wasn’t… I mean… I don’t want…”

She took a second to swallow and regroup, not liking the way he froze up on her. If he thought she was rejecting him, well, that was the last thing she wanted!

“I… I don’t want to do it that way… th-this time,” she managed to say, shaking her head. She gazed longingly into his eyes, feeling nervousness and doubt prick her heart but knowing that she had to push past those feelings for both of their sakes. “I… I want… to look you in the eye this time.”

Nick felt her desire wafting off of her like steam. He nodded, understanding what she was getting at. And he felt so proud of her for coming out and saying it.

“Alright,” he agreed with a gentle smile. “If that’s what you want.”

As Nick helped ease her down onto the bed again and her shoulders touched the damp spot on the mattress from their earlier bout, Morgana already started to doubt herself. After all, if she could see Nick, then Nick could see her. All of her. She’d be getting a front row seat to his feast of her body- and it wasn’t much of a feast. More like a meager snack that barely constituted a full meal.

But she couldn’t let those fears and concerns take root. She had to be tough, she had to be brave, she had to show all of herself to him and give him the chance to accept her for who she was. If she couldn’t even do that… then she had no right to consider herself his lover, now could she?

She might as well have just been using him as a masturbatory aid at that point, a tool to bring her to orgasm without the human connection.

…Maybe that was why she couldn’t achieve orgasm last time, she realized, as a new thought occurred to her. Maybe it had absolutely nothing to do with anal sex itself, but it was because a part of her was holding back and refusing to give herself up entirely to him.

Maybe… maybe that was something that she could change.

Morgana fought the urge to cover her breasts again, and clutched the mattress beneath her with everything she had instead. It was a little odd and Nick definitely looked confused when he saw her put that much effort into it when he hadn’t even done anything yet (wasn’t something like that reserved for when you were about to cum?) but he didn’t say anything.

Their eyes met, and Morgana smiled.

“I-I’m ready,” she assured him, just in case he was still doubting her. “You can do… whatever you want. I promise, I’ll… I’ll take it. I trust you.”

She really did, which was the surprising part. She trusted him to be gentle, to be considerate, even loving, and she trusted that he wouldn’t be repulsed by what he saw when he looked at her.

And as he leaned over her body and slowly eased himself inside her, filling her up with pleasure as his eyes ran across her slender figure, she found that trust wasn’t misplaced.

“You’re still lovely like this,” he assured Morgana as he sank deeper into her warm, **** depths, reaching down and caressing her cheek. He planted a soft, hesitant kiss on her lips, a surprising gesture of chastity to contrast with the intense and intimate sexual interaction they were currently sharing.

Morgana gazed up at him with adoration sparkling in her eyes, and smiled.

“Th-thank you,” she stammered out, biting her lip. “I… I know I don’t look like much… l-like this… but it doesn’t matter… does it?”

She was lost in a daze, feeling him inside her like this. The pleasurable feeling she’d chased in vain just moments before was returning, rushing through her like a river, only this time it seemed as though she could reach out and take the water into her hands this time, make it a part of her, hold it close and embrace it for real.

Then she felt him bottom out inside of her and her entire body shook.

“Oh-oh!” Morgana moaned, her eyes snapping open (she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them) as her head bobbed against the pillows. A tremor shot through her lithe form and she clenched up, digging her nails deeper into the mattress.

“You’re so tight,” Nick grunted, pulling back as best he could as she hungrily wrapped around him before thrusting deeper inside of her. “Are you sure this doesn’t… h-hurt?”

“No!” Morgana moaned out, clenching her hips against his and trying to thrust back against him, but lacking the proper momentum. “It… it feels… uh-a-amazing!”

She was seeing stars, they were flashing all around the edges of her vision. This felt so much better than before… it was just like all those other times they’d had sex together, where she felt like she was really connecting with him the way a love was meant to.

But… it felt different, too, somehow, different in a way she couldn’t quite describe.

Different, and… more complete, yes, that was the word Morgana was looking for, the word that came to her as she felt Nick’s eyes raking over her sweat-drenched body, as she felt his hands run over her glowing skin.

Something about this felt more complete than all the other times they’d been together… was it because this was her real body he was pleasuring? Untouched by transformations?

For a moment, a bolt of fear stabbed through Morgana’s chest and she froze in his embrace. After all, if this feeling of completeness was due to the lack of transformation then didn’t that mean when her transformations returned, that she’d never be able to feel this pleasure again?

But those horrifying thoughts dispersed almost as quickly as they manifested, and she almost laughed at the absurdity of them.

It had nothing to do with her body… not in any physical sense. No, as Nick reached down and rubbed his fingers along the sides of her budding breasts, pressing against her rock-hard nipples with his thumbs and making her twitch, she understood just what was different about this time, compared to all the other times.

“Yes!” She moaned out, bucking back against him and pressing her chest up into his hands. “Right there! Yes, please! Keep… keep touching me! Oh! Oh, I’m so cloooose, fuck! Yes!”

It was the acceptance.

That’s what had changed.

All those previous times, Morgana had given everything she had, but in the back of her mind, that “What if?” had always lingered. Haunting her like the ghost of her former body, whispering venomously in her ear that all the pleasure she was giving him, it was only because of her new proportions. Her huge breasts, her flawless skin, her bouncy ass, her meaty hips.

“He only desires you because of this body. He’d never touch you like this if you still looked like the old you.”

Those fears… she’d tried to ignore them. She’d tried to put them out of her mind. But they’d persisted all this time. Even after their conversations today, even when she knew he was capable of desiring her for who she was, regardless of what she looked like, part of her continued to fear that she was just deluding herself.

Until now.

People could lie with their words, they could even lie with their actions, but Morgana felt on every primal level that Nick wasn’t lying to her. Not now, absolutely not. She could feel it in every touch, in every caress, in the way he pushed deep inside of her, thrusting frantically in pursuit of his own pleasure while at the same time being careful to find all the best spots for her own pleasure as well.

Nothing had changed for him, not really.

Oh, sure, he probably wasn’t enjoying feeling up those meager little mosquito bites she called breasts as much as he took pleasure in her bountiful, transformed breasts, but so what? It was a different kind of enjoyment, a different kind of desire, and it felt just as real and just as genuine as any she’d ever received from him before.

He wanted her, he desired her, even though she looked like this.

And knowing that… it pushed aside all the intrusive thoughts, all the fears, all the worries that had been plaguing her for so long, and filled her back up with a rush of ecstasy that was frankly overwhelming for the hesitant goth.

Her moans of joy and ecstasy filled the Master’s Suite as she finally let go of the mattress, and her hands instinctively shot up not to cover herself, but to wrap tightly around her lover and pull him closer, to cling to him as tightly as she could as her legs moved to do the same.

In an instant she was completely smothered by him, much to his shock. Nick had to let go of her breasts, but it wasn’t out of rejection, it was because he had to brace himself on the bed to keep from squashing her.

But maybe she would have been fine with that…

It was strange. Morgana had spent all day in this new (old) body of hers, but feeling it in Nick’s embrace like this, she was only now truly understanding how different it was. She never could have gotten this close to him with those transformations. Her huge breasts would have smooshed against his chest, and as pleasurable as that was, the difference was stark.

Now, her smaller chest was pressed right up against his. She was so close to him, without all her curves to get in the way. It almost felt like she was becoming a part of him somehow, like their hearts were merging together.

They were so close, maybe they were.

Morgana wasn’t sure what to make of this rush she was feeling right now, as she clung so tightly to him, digging her nails into his back and pulling him even closer, almost impossibly so.

Is this what Dawn feels when she’s with him? Morgana realized. She wondered if this feeling of closeness that came from this small body of hers was even better than the pleasure that came from her bigger, more generous curves.

…

Nah, probably not. But it was nice, still, feeling him like this.

“So close,” she giggled, dazed, as Nick kept thrusting into her the best he could. “Hehehe… I’m so… so close… Oh… yes… please… closer… closer…!”

She was talking about their bodies, but she was also getting closer to her orgasm as well, which Nick could feel. And he was getting pretty damn close himself. The way Morgana was clinging to him, resting her chin on his shoulder, it put her panting lips right up against his ear…

And her Sotto Voce was still on full blast.

“Fuck, Morgana,” he gasped out, “you’re so… fuck! I can barely even move!”

With how tightly she was wrapped around him, both his body and his cock, he could hardly even thrust worth a damn. The amount of **** he’d need to actually get momentum was enough to make him fearful that he’d hurt her somehow, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

Luckily, Morgana was so close to the edge, she didn’t really need him to move at this point. Just being embraced by him and feeling him inside her was enough.

And as the pleasure built and built and built, a single spark from some unknown source, lost in the overwhelming sea of pleasure, was enough to push her over the edge.

“OOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooohhhhhh!” She moaned, arching her back up into his body and shaking like a leaf. “I’m… I’m CUUMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!”

Her body trembled and she dug her nails deeply into his skin, her legs flailing as she came all over his cock, squeezing and trembling and clenching and massaging him as she showered him with **** kisses, riding out her orgasm in unimaginable pleasure.

It was too much for Nick to take. His pleasure at having brought her to climax was quickly overwhelmed by a more powerful, primal pleasure, and he could feel his second orgasm quickly bearing down on him, and he was helpless to stop it.

Then Morgana went slack beneath him. Overwhelmed and overstimulated she slumped back onto the mattress and her arms fell to her sides as her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue flopped out. She looked like the heroine of one of her raunchy doujins, completely sexually overloaded as she laid there helpless on the mattress.

Relieved that Morgana had loosened her grip, Nick pulled out of her, and finished on her belly, riding out his own climax as he bathed Morgana’s sweaty skin in white, as though her Moonlit Alabaster transformation had returned.

She would certainly be appreciative once she regained her senses, but right now, they were both satisfied right where they were, pleased and dazed and completely drunk with one another, and exhausted utterly and completely.

“So close…” Morgana giggled, her hand lazily trailing through the sticky goop covering her belly. She rubbed it into her skin. “So close…”

“Yeah…” Nick gasped out, collapsing beside her. He needed to catch his breath after two really intense bouts of sex. “We really were.”

They were talking about two different things, or maybe they weren’t. Either way, they were in perfect agreement, and shared in each other’s pleasure with a smile.