So how do I step in

Now that it was just Nick and Morgana in the main section of the Master’s Suite, there was only one thing left to do. They both knew it was coming- they’d both said they were looking forward to it, expecting it, even!

And now here it was. Sex.

It seemed so simple. Maybe it should have been. After all, it wasn’t like this was their first time together or anything; if anything, it was more awkward now than their actual first time!

And why was that? Well, it could have been for multiple reasons. But Nick suspected that Morgana’s issues with her body were the main contributing factor.

Personally, Nick didn’t think she had anything to be ashamed of, even if he hadn’t seen her naked yet. Why would she? She was trying her best, and she was beautiful in her own way, she didn’t need flawless skin, a bouncy butt, and massive boobs to attract him. But while Nick knew she understood that on some basic, intellectual level, he also knew that convincing Morgana of that reality was another matter entirely.

So Nick felt awkward. Mainly because he was mirroring the awkward, uncomfortable feelings coming from his partner. Nick had a decent amount of experience taking charge when it came to sex, and maybe in a different situation he could have taken the initiative and tried to get things started, but Morgana’s doubtful look gave him pause. This was about her, after all. If he pushed her too hard while she was trying to build up the courage to make the first move, it might go poorly.

He could wait. He had nothing but time.

“Okay!” Morgana blurted out loudly, snapping her head around to look Nick in the eyes. She had an almost frantic expression on her face, which made him flinch.

“Y-yeah?” He asked her, his eyes wide.

“We… we should… s-start now,” she managed to spit out, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with him. “I don’t… want to get cold feet.”

She was hesitating, like always. And that was the last thing she wanted to do right now!

Seeing the determination in Morgana’s eyes, Nick was happy to acquiesce.

“Okay,” he nodded, relaxing slightly. “I’ll let you take the lead then, Morgana.” The more control she felt over the situation, the more comfortable she’d be, that was his theory, anyway. So with that in mind Morgana did the first thing she felt comfortable with.

She took off her hat!

Blushing, Morgana set the floppy, cumbersome thing delicately beside her on the end table, and then turned to Nick. Without the wide brim casting part of her face in shadow, her blush was far more prominent. Or maybe she was just that much more embarrassed. Either was possible.

Morgana swallowed and sat down on the bed, and started next on removing her shoes and long socks. It wasn’t as if she’d taken off her hat to make some big statement or anything. It was just the article of clothing she felt the most comfortable with removing at the time.

But she was already running out of other methods to stall. And seeing Nick was starting to take his own clothes off, no longer paying full attention to her, Morgana felt a little more comfortable with actually getting to the real part.

It was hard, removing all the frills and knots of her fancy little casual dress (what an oxymoron!) especially with her fingers twitching so much. But eventually she succeeded, stripping down to just a bra and panties.

These were her clothes… her old clothes. Underwear that she never thought she’d be wearing again, and never thought Nick would see her in. Or any boy. Plain and frumpy and… basic, just like her. She mentally kicked herself for not taking Holly and Dawn up on their offers to let her borrow some of their underwear- it was a total oversight on her part, not even thinking about sex at the time.

Now she was in the moment, and she felt like an idiot. But her underwear was the least of her worries, she recognized. If Nick cared about that, but not her scrawny, unappealing body? Well… that would just be weird.

She heard him coming up from behind her and she jumped slightly, letting out a sharp gasp.

“I-I’m not done yet!” She squeaked, turning around in spite of herself and getting a sight of something she’d seen multiple times before, but really wasn’t ready for right now.

Nick, buck naked, climbing onto the bed. He was gazing at her with a look of tender acceptance that made her heart just thrum with delight, and she swallowed nervously, instinctively covering her meager bra-covered breasts with her trembling hands.

“It looks frumpy… d-doesn’t it?” Morgana mumbled, her face blazing with shame. “I was so focused on today not being about sex that I didn’t even think about w-wearing sexy underwear… or-or anything like that… I’m so sorry…”

Nick stared at her, not sure what to say. “Morgana… don’t think like that,” he said gently, reaching out to her and wincing when she flinched. He sucked in air and composed himself. “You look just fine, really. You look… lovely like this.”

She wasn’t wrong about her plain bra. It did almost make her look childish. But none of that mattered to him. The embarrassment in her watery eyes spurred his protective instincts, and right now he wanted to give her a hug. It was only his understanding of how she’d react to that which made him hold off, wanting to let her be as comfortable as possible.

Morgana looked up at him with a small little smile and saw the utter lack of scorn in Nick’s eyes. She knew it would be there… she was just afraid she would be wrong.

“I… thank you,” she mumbled out, letting her hands drop. She reached behind her back, took a deep breath, and unfastened her bra, letting it fall into her lap and revealing her real breasts- or perhaps, more appropriately, her old breasts- to him for the first time.

They were small. She was barely a B-cup, and that was a stretch. And in spite of their size and her youthfulness, there was nothing perky about them. They drooped down, not quite sagging but definitely not rising high and proud on her chest like she wished. One of the things she loved most about her old body was how well it presented itself. Not only were her breasts large but they were springing and soft to the touch, the perfect fantasy for a man to lose himself in, bringing them both unimaginable pressure with every caress.

Nothing at all like these.

Nick’s eyes raised from her chest and his gaze met hers. She could see the understanding and affection in his eyes, but it didn’t stop that voice in the back of her head telling her that the only reason he was looking at her face was because he couldn’t look away from her body fast enough.

He scooted close to her on the bed and she **** herself not to flinch, refusing to show any weakness or hesitation as he approached and choosing to look him in the eyes instead, practically goading him to embrace her.

Not that she ever thought he would- or even wanted him to. Of course she didn’t! But… he did.

And once he had his arms around her, suddenly she felt ashamed that she’d ever thought to resist. Feeling Nick hug her like this… it was amazing. Tears welled up in Morgana’s eyes and she returned his hug with a **** sob, clinging tightly to his body as she nestled her chin into the crook of his neck.

“You really don’t mind?” She sniffled. “That I’m so… scrawny like this?”

Whatever words came out of his mouth, she knew she couldn’t trust them. This was only temporary, after all. Nick could say all manner of things to console her in the moment and she’d never be able to fully believe him, because he was saying them with the knowledge that in the morning her transformations would return, and she’d be attractive again.

“Of course I don’t mind,” he murmured, gently rubbing his hand along her back, his fingers grazing over the small little bumps and scars from her acne that marred her pale flesh. “I’m just happy you trusted me enough to show me what you used to look like, Morgana. I’m so glad you trust me enough to be with me like this.”

She didn’t trust him though! …Did she? Her heart was fluttering and her mind was such a mess! She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would turn her invisible, and silently screamed into the black void in front of her.

Morgana knew that Nick could say anything about her body and she wouldn’t know whether or not he was telling the truth. But he WAS telling the truth, and she knew it, even though she couldn’t know for sure, but still…

“Just trust your heart,” she found Dawn’s voice pop into her mind. “All those worries and irrational fears aren’t worth bothering with so long as you just trust what you’re feeling in your heart.”

Morgana’s eyes snapped open in surprise. “Dawn!?” She silently asked. “Is that you!? How? I thought I had to initiate first?”

“…You’re loud.” Morgana could almost hear the dry sarcasm in her friend’s mental voice, and she stiffened in Nick’s arms, mortified.

She’d gotten so flustered that she’d mentally screamed an S.O.S. to her roommate without even knowing!? Talk about humiliating! Morgana’s face burned. She clutched tighter onto Nick’s back and bit down hard on her lip.

“Dawn, I didn’t-”

“Please, we really don’t need to talk right now. I’d really rather not be given the play by play while you two are… you know.”

Yeah, that was probably for the best. “Thank you, Dawn,” Morgana mentally expressed her gratitude as best she could. “What you said helped… a lot.”

“…Well, it probably sounded weird coming from me, of all people,” Dawn conceded. “But sometimes, you’ve got to throw logic and concern to the wind, and not overthink things. Just trust yourself.”

Dawn knew Morgana could do it. And to her relief, Morgana ended things there, and didn’t need to contact her even once again that night.

Now she could be fully in the moment with Nick. But as much as Dawn’s advice had helped ease her doubts and fears… she still felt the crippling embarrassment of showing her real self to him like this. So when she felt her body being lowered back onto the bed, her arms reached up to cover her burning face in a futile final gesture to hide her shame.

“I-I’m sorry,” she mumbled out her apology. “I’m just, n-not… you’re just so wonderful, and I-!”

What could she even say right now? That she was too embarrassed to show him how happy she looked right now?

“Morgana,” Nick said gently, not wanting to push her if she wasn’t ready to face him yet, “if you’d like, we could, um… ease into this with a little…”

“No easing in!” Morgana snapped up at him frantically, still hiding behind her trembling arms. “I-I might back out, if we don’t, um, if-if we don’t… uwaaaagh…”

How could she say it? How could she just come right out and say she wanted him to rail her ass and get her bounty obligation out of the way before they did anything else?

Of course, Morgana knew that it was time to take the lead. There was a simple and elegant solution to both her problems, and it was as simple as rolling over onto her stomach. She wouldn’t have to face him, and she could get on all fours and present her butt to him (scrawny as it may have been now) and get things going.

It was so simple even dogs could do it. Which was probably the origin of the term “doggystyle” even! (No, it wasn’t.)

But, like basketball, just because a dog could do it didn’t mean Morgana could. She was too nervous, too wary, too… overstimulated, frankly. She was overwhelmed and the most she could accomplish right now was to lie there motionless and weight for… something.

Morgana didn’t realize what she was waiting for until it happened. Even though Nick had been intending to go slow and take things at Morgana’s pace, he found his body moving in spite of himself, spurred on by a mixture of consideration for her feelings and the sexual desire that had been building up in him all day. Sensing Morgana’s wishes his hands delicately caressed her body, and he turned her over onto her back almost effortlessly, as he found that her new body was almost as light as a feather.

Morgana let out a gasp when she found her position changed, and her arms dropped down to better position herself as she eased her body into doggystyle, which she was realizing was starting to become her “thing” with Nick.

Maybe that was good, maybe not. But her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was quickly realizing that this was much worse. Without being able to see what Nick was up to her imagination was running wild, and her heart sank in her chest as she understood just how vital it was for her peace of mind to know for absolute certain what Nick was thinking right now.

She never should have let him position her like this! Now she couldn’t see his face! Which meant that for all she knew, he was looking scornfully down at her hideous body, disgusted by what he-!

His hands were on her butt.

HIS HANDS WERE ON HER BUTT! CODE RED-CODE RED-CODE RED-

“Morgana.” Nick’s voice was louder than a whisper but still husky enough to send a tingle down her spine. She stiffened up and froze like she’d been doused in liquid nitrogen, and her tongue suddenly grew three sizes in her mouth, rendering her mute.

“Ahbbuhbahbuh…” she babbled out in response, her eyes blinking rapidly as every part of her brain was focused on the sensation of his hands on her backside. In the morning she’d find that she was grateful her brain had stopped working in that moment, because he had no idea what she would have said otherwise.

“Are you sure you’re prepared for this?” Nick asked, and again, she couldn’t respond. Well, she could, just not with her words.

So instead she jerked her head fiercely up and down, refusing to run from this. Morgana was trying to remake herself. She wasn’t going to let her fears and worries get the better of her, she was going to take what Nick chose to give her with her head held high, and not-

“Hyieeek!” Morgana screeched as something cold and wet splattered across her butt. Electricity shot through her body and she nearly lost all strength in her arms and almost collapsed face-first onto the bed.

“S-sorry!” Nick hastily replied, flustered by her response. “I just… I needed to use some lube, in order to, well…”

“It-it’s fine,” Morgana finally managed to talk, reassuring him. That sudden spurt of lube functioned as a system reboot, and now her body was listening to her again. “It-it’s cold, but… your hands are warm… so… it’s fine.”

Nice, that almost sounded suave. Way to go, me!

She could hear the hesitation in Nick’s voice, and feel it in his grip as he adjusted himself, and she knew what was coming as he pulled down her panties (She should have taken those off first, now they were all goopy!) and she braced herself.

But he didn’t put his penis inside her. Oh, it was there, certainly, she could feel it. Something warm and hot was throbbing against her bony butt, sizzling in contrast with the chilly lube smeared across the surface. Morgana bit her lip tightly and waited for him to push, but he didn’t.

It was like ****. But as the seconds seemed to drag on endlessly Morgana realized what he was waiting for.

He wants me to say it’s okay! She realized. He won’t do it unless… unless I give him permission to…!

“It… it’s fine!” She rasped out, trying to sound more excited than she actually felt. (Mostly she just felt nervous.) “You… you can… you know.”

She closed her eyes and waited. When she heard the gentle grunt of “Alright…” from behind her followed by “Let me know if this hurts…” her hands started to shake.

And then it happened. And it wasn’t at all like Morgana anticipated.

When Morgana thought about anal sex, there were two separate but equally daunting expectations she’d built up in her mind. The first was that it would be painful, like trying to take a colossal shit- not that Morgana knew anything about that! The second, and more preferable possibility, was that it would come to her like a massive burst of pleasure, overwhelming her body and filling her with ecstasy, like when she had regular intercourse.

It wasn’t either of those things, though.

Mostly it just felt uncomfortable. Not in a painful, “hot-poker-up-the-ass” kind of uncomfortable, but just… uncomfortable. Something foreign was being pushed up inside of her, and her body had to rearrange itself to make it fit. For the first couple of seconds Morgana just crouched there on all fours, her butt shaking as Nick tried to work himself inside.

Then the pleasure started. It was small; gradual at first. But as Nick grew more comfortable inside of her and she grew more comfortable with him, she could feel her body start to relax and open itself to the pleasure that was coming. “Oh!” She gasped, her mouth falling open as her eyes widened. “Oh, that feels… oh!”

“It… it feels good?” Nick asked hopefully. “Good, then… hear, how does this… urg, this feel?”

Nick felt Morgana’s tightness wrapping around him, caressing his throbbing cock with impatient desire. He’d been denied pleasure all day at this point, and his body was demanding that he take his fill from the woman in front of him.

It took everything he had not to listen. After all, Nick could feel how fragile Morgana was in his embrace. Her butt was barely providing any cushioning to his thrusts, and her hips were so slender he was afraid they might snap. He couldn’t push against her like he was used to, and he had to go slow, in order to give her the pleasure she deserved.

This was far from the best sex of Nick’s life, but that wasn’t the point, was it?

“N-Nick!” Morgana croaked out a moan. “This feels… s-so weird!”

He could hear the pleasure in her voice and that eased his concerns. He smiled and gave her a slightly harder thrust that made her body jump.

When she pushed back against him, he felt his doubts rush away even faster.

“It’s weird at first,” he said, slowly finding his groove. The way she wrapped around him now, like every part of her was squeezing down on his cock whenever he buried himself inside her, it was exactly what he was looking for. “But it starts to feel really- guh-good!”

His hips jerked as he thrust inside right when she clenched down on him. It was clumsy and awkward, very unlike the other times they’d had sex, where Morgana’s desire for him was overwhelming and he felt the same way. Even now, with his instincts spurred by Sotto Voce, he kept himself in control, treating her as delicately as he could, while also aware that he couldn’t go too easily on her… if he did, her self-esteem might crater again.

It was a delicate balancing act, and not a particularly enjoyable one. And yet, the more he pushed against her, the more he found himself not regretting it. It was awkward, but still felt amazing, and her moans indicated she felt exactly the same.

Awkward sex seemed strangely fitting for the awkward date that preceded it, and Nick found himself letting go of his worries and concerns and just losing himself in the moment. And it was a good thing, too, because his body could only take so much.

Morgana had been blueballing him all day, intentionally or not. And with her butt wringing him like a towel and trying to drag out his lifeforce like a deranged succubus each time he tried to pull out of her, it was clear that this wasn’t going to go for much longer.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t hold on,” he grunted, thrusting as deeply inside of her as he could. Letting go, he released the load he’d been building up all day deep within her bowels, and slumped back, using the rest of his strength to keep himself upright and avoid pitching forward and squashing her.

As Morgana trembled in front of him, he could hear the shaky gasps of desire coming from her tiny little mouth. He may not have been able to make out her face, but from the flushed complexion of her back and shoulders he knew that she must have been feeling pretty good right now. But he doubted she’d reached orgasm like he had.

Well… that meant he still had work to do. But maybe this time, they could do something that she’d like a little bit more. And plus, the two of them needed to have real sex in order for her Like a Virgin transformation to kick in, as he’d learned with Kim the other night. He’d rather she not wake up tomorrow with a sore butt, if he could help it.

Anal Sex! +10 VP