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John more or less lost the ability to speak for a good ten seconds, stammering and struggling to find actual words, “I…Ye… If… Umm…”, before Matilda giggled and stretched, the action doing rather a lot to emphasize her curves and absolutely nothing to help John regain the power of language.

“First of all, that’s cute,” she said, before glancing down at where her own top was still stained with his blood from hugging him when they managed to leave the Barrier. “Second, we should shower first. Or at the same… no, probably best not. We’re both tired, and I’d rather not end today with a trip to hospital because one of us slipped and fell midway through.”

Standing, she reached down and offered John her hand, smiling coyly. “I don’t mind if you want to watch, though. As long as you don’t mind me watching too.”

John more or less drifted along as she led the way through the cottage and into a bathroom tiled in an artistically disorganized mix of terracotta orange and forest green. Plants filled the space too; John could at least identify the ones sitting above the sink as ferns before his attention was entirely taken up by the woman he was with pulling her top over her head and leaning forward to turn on the shower that occupied one corner of the room.

Glancing over at him, Matilda blushed. “You look like you’ve never seen a woman getting undressed before,” she murmured, unclipping her bra and letting the straps fall down her arms before moving to remove the rest of her clothing.

Standing half-stupefied, it took John a moment to stammer out some form of answer. “N-no, I mean, yes, I mean, not in person, I… err…”

His girlfriend paused, balancing on one leg as she tugged the last of her socks off. “Wait, for real? Hmm… You saw mine, does that little Observe thingy show your sexual experience too? Lemmie see if so…”

A busty, very naked brunette advancing on him dragged more or less all of John’s blood south as he managed to squeak out that it’d show nothing. The instant he said it, he realised he clearly did have some blood still remaining above the waist as he could see how furiously he was blushing in the bathroom mirror.

Matilda paused. “Oh… Ohhhhh. Umm…” The teasing attitude of a moment before suddenly forgotten. “Okay? Okay. Let me just, umm…” She turned, blushing just as hard, and got into the shower. Water cascaded down soft curves and over plush thighs, and it took John’s brain a few seconds to catch up to the fact she’d asked him a question. When she realised he hadn’t taken it in, she repeated herself, “John, are you sure you want to… y’kno, your first time? With me?”

John took a shaky inhale as he tried to find the words for just how much he wanted to do things with Matilda. Exhaling, he began to undress himself, tugging his ruined t-shirt off over his head before standing holding it, unsure of where to put his clothes. “Yea, I really do…” he said at last.

The shower water had been warm, and John now smelled of the blend of fruit and herbs that he’d subconsciously associated with Matilda - a result of using her shampoo. Finishing toweling his hair dry, he glanced over to where she was leaning against the bathroom counter, her own hair still visibly damp.

As soon as he dropped the towel back onto the rail, Matilda stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her breasts into his back. The feeling of soft warm skin against him caused John to gasp before turning around to face her. As he did so, his lips found Matilda’s and his arms wrapped around her in turn.

They half-stumbled from the bathroom to Matilda’s bedroom, pausing periodically for John to hungrily press her against a wall, hands roaming over her body as their tongues danced. When they reached the door, they practically fell through it, Matilda reaching behind her for the doorknob. Inside, the bed was neatly made - although the covers had been drawn back.

Taking that as a sign that she’d planned to end up here, with him, John pressed forward again. Matilda dropped back out of his arms onto the bed, her eyes saucers as she gazed up at him. For a moment, the combination of her expression with the fact that her face was practically at crotch-height nearly proved too much for John, before he leaned forward and followed her onto the bed, his arms bracketing her face as she wiggled backward to make room.

Her breath was hot against his neck as he clumsily attempted to line himself up, his eagerness making his hands shaky. A moment of fumbling, and he suddenly let out a whimper as a warm hand wrapped around his own, delicate fingers grasping his shaft. Matilda adjusted him slightly - and then he was sinking into a soaking wet heat that took his breath away completely.

“Oh fuuu…” Matilda’s moan sent a shiver up John’s spine as he experimentally rolled his hips forward. “Fu…fuck yes…” She panted, eyes half-rolled back. As he moved his hands back away from his cock, one of his fingertips slipped across her clit, the woman beneath him letting out a moan that made his toes curl as her cunt clamped down around him.

John’s breath was ragged as he slowly explored Matilda’s body with his own, doing his best to map each soft curve while his hips began a steady rhythm between her thighs. He wouldn’t last, he was sure - even with his Endurance and the benefits of years of masturbation, actually fucking his girlfriend was just too much. Regardless of that, he was determined to ensure she came first, and so fought his impending release for as long as he could.

Sliding his hands down to grip her hips, he lifted her slightly - the change in angle making her gasp as his thrusts grew increasingly erratic. “Joh…john! Y-you… fuck, you did set the… oh god, right there! You did set fertility… fuuuck!” Matilda panted, her question coming in between throaty moans as his cock drove her up to the edge.

Knowing he had - and that he’d checked earlier when showing Matilda his Status, John nodded. Thighs suddenly wrapped around his waist, arms tangling behind his neck as the brunette dragged him down into a deep kiss. Hot wet walls clamped around him, hazel eyes staring into his as she whimpered pleas for him to fill her, to not stop, to come inside… it went beyond too much. Matilda’s voice rose into a shriek of climax as he slammed into her, withdrew almost entirely, then hilted himself once more. John’s whole body seemed to tremble as his cock pulsed inside her, while beneath him Matilda’s cunt rippled with muscular spasms as his release sent her tumbling from one climax straight into another.

In the aftermath, the pair lay entangled, sweat glistening over their skin. Matilda ran a hand idly up John’s chest, her breathing ragged as she spoke. “I hope… hope that was a good first time, John.” There was a hint of vulnerability in her voice, and he answered more or less without needing to think.

His arms wrapped around her, dragging her close, his own voice hoarse as a result of their exertion. “You were fantastic. Better than I dreamed it’d be.” John paused, unsure how to express how he felt about everything that had just happened - then grew increasingly worried when Matilda turned a tear-streaked face up to look at him. “Are you alright?” he asked, frowning in concern. “I didn’t hurt you or…?”

Matilda shook her head and sniffed. “No, it’s just… you won’t leave, will you? I, umm… I did mention I’ve been burned before, right? I’m just… I don’t usually have a good taste in partners and rush far too quickly and…”

John squeezed her to him, staring at the ceiling for a moment before he spoke. “I’m not going anywhere. Well, aside from heading home at some point… I could call and tell my mom I’m going to spend the night with you, but I don’t know how she’d take it on our second date. But no, Matilda, I’m not going to leave you. You’re amazing.”

Her gaze up at him was breathtaking - tear streaked, hair messy in the aftermath of their lovemaking, and with an expression of relief and endorphin-drunk joy that made John’s heart sing. So enraptured was he by her that he almost didn’t notice the chime of a Quest completing - although the sudden blink and scrunched up nose on Matilda’s part indicated that she, still in a party with him, did.