John’s second kiss. And His Third.

‘Wow she has really soft lips’

John’s brain, for some reason, was unable to comprehend any thoughts beyond that. Sure, he could try and rationalize how he had ended up in the situation of having a beautiful elven girl sitting in his lap and aggressively making out with him, or he could try and think about how screwed he was if her blacksmithing father walked in right now, or he could think about the fact that he knew a couple of deities had a direct line with his head and could probably see him making out with said elven girl right now, but for some reason all he could think about was the fact that she had very, very soft lips.

‘Cherry flavored. Soft and cherry flavored,’ he thought, his body staying stiff as he didn’t really know what to do. He began to think about his own lips, how they were probably slightly chapped as he didn’t really use chapstick at all. He was hoping he was doing okay, as he was trying to kiss her back and match her motions. But honestly, he had no fucking clue what he was doing.

“You have no idea what you are doing, do you?”

Wow. Timing.

John opened his eyes to see Talia looking back at him, a smile on her face as she sat with her arms around his neck. John blushed (well, he was already blushing, so actually he just blushed more) and nodded. “I… I mean to be fair I’ve never… never done anything like this before.”

Talia gave a short chuckle. “Awwww… Is Johnny boy nervous?” she said teasingly, poking him in his chest.

He chuckled a bit and grabbed her hand. “You’re one to talk. Look, you’re trembling like a leaf,” he said, holding her hand up to show that she was indeed trembling.

“S-shut up. I… I’m a bit cold.”

“You, A Norse elf sitting in a climate controlled room holding another warm blooded person, are cold?”

“... Shush. When a lady says she is cold, you accept that she is cold and don’t ask questions. Dork.”

He laughed again, his nervousness melting away. “Okay then. So what should I do to help with your coldness?”

She blushed a bit, but moved so that they were holding hands, fingers interlocking. “Um… well… You can start by hugging me close. Maybe kissing m-my ear.”

He gulped, but nodded before slowly leaning in, resting his head on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. Then, as they both began to relax in each other’s arms, he slowly maneuvered his face close to her ear before softly beginning to nibble at the pointed tips.

Her reaction was immediate. She gasped, tensing up on his lap but not daring to move away. He could feel her heart pumping faster and faster, and her ears began to get warmer as they turned red. She was starting to become a bit squirmy as he could feel her rubbing the area between her legs against him, specifically right across his hardening cock. This caused John to let out a small moan and encouraged him to continue to nibble along her sensitive ear.

“J-John… D... Do you wanna… um….”

“Hmm?” John removed his mouth from the tip of her ear, leaning back to look her in the eyes. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was heavy with pleasure.

“Do... Do you wanna… um… take off my shirt?”

“... What?”

“Don’t make me ask again, dork.”

Now it was John’s turn to get a more intense blush. Sure, he had seen plenty of boobs through porn, the only way John was able to know anything about what he was currently doing. But there was a distinct difference between seeing a pair of tits on his computer and actually seeing one in real life, especially when those boobs were attached to someone currently grinding on him. He took a deep breath before reaching down, his trembling hands slowly closing around the bottom of Talia’s shirt. Very, very, very slowly he began to lift it. Inch by careful inch he revealed her alabaster skin, showing off her toned midriff. He could see very faint white lines on her belly, the only remains of the scars from earlier that day. Finally, he reached the big finale. Slowly he pulled the shirt up, going over Talia’s C-cup breasts. John felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her. Even with the scars, she easily was just as beautiful as a supermodel and would probably make all of the girls at Ashcroft jealous of her beauty. He drank in the sight of her, trying desperately to commit the image of her to memory.

“C-c’mon, dork. S-stop staring,” Talia grumbled, looking away from him but making no effort to cover up

“... I swear, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.”

Talia’s eyes went wide at this compliment, and John could hear her mutter something in another language under her breath. Finally, she seemed to try to pull herself together, and although she was still trembling like a leaf, she gave him a bit of a small smile.

“Well… Do you wanna find out if I feel as beautiful as I look?”

John could have pointed out how that statement made no sense. But that would have kinda been a dick move. Plus his brain was more focused on the fact that he was currently being told “Hey, touch my boobs,” which was something he was more than happy to do. He reached up with his hands, cupping her breasts and softly squeezing them. She sighed in pleasure as he did so, and in addition she started to grind on his lap once again. John, meanwhile, was simply mesmerized by the feeling of her breasts in his hands. They were soft, and he could feel the small bumps of where her hardened nipples were. His fingers danced along the edge of her bra, wanting to remove it but not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

Then she grabbed his crotch. This was something he was not expecting at all, so when her soft hands grabbed at the outline of his hardened cock through his jeans, his hands reacted on their own, quickly grabbing at her bra and pulling it down to reveal her breasts in all their glory. They were perky, with small pink nipples hardened in arousal. Her hands did not stop moving and rubbing his bulge through his jeans, encouraging him to do similar with his hands to her breasts.

Minutes passed with them doing the same actions, just rubbing and touching each other, occasionally moving in to kiss each other for a moment or two. The entire time, John’s mind did not race from thought to thought, trying to figure out what was going on and what he was doing. Rather, he lost himself in the sensation of having a beautiful woman touch him and getting to touch the beautiful woman back. He didn’t even realize how long they had been touching one another until Talia pulled away, her fingers fiddling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

“W-what are you doing, Talia?” John asked as his mind caught up with him.

“You’re a smart guy. Can’t you tell?” she asked, getting frustrated with his zipper as it was slightly stuck.

“Okay, yeah. But why?”

“‘Cause maybe I am curious what you look like under the belt.”

John blushed, but did not stop her as she finally undid his pants. Quickly she pulled them down around his thighs shortly followed by his boxers. His hardened cock popped free from his clothes, smacking his stomach and spurting out a small amount of pre. Talia gingerly wrapped a hand around it, causing a small moan to escape from John as she softly rubbed it.

“It’s… it’s not that big. But it’s not that small either,” she said, looking up at him after a moment or two. “It’s nice. Not perfect, but nice. Just like you, John.”

John wanted to form a response, but Talia stole the words from his lips with her compliment and following action of leaning down to softly kiss his cock head. She continued to rub his shaft as she kissed his cock head over and over and over. John ran his hands through her hair, trying not to be a quick shot, but in combination with her soft lips and her teasing from earlier, he knew he would not last long. Lo and behold, a couple minutes later with a groan he came, shooting ropes of cum all over her face. She gave a small noise in surprise but did not stop rubbing him till he was finished. She looked up at him and slowly licked her lips with a smile.