Surprise! Butt sex.

"Not to ruin the mood, but isn't this usually, you know, dirty?" you say, not sure how else to phrase it.

Svier shakes the tin a little. "This helps keep things nice and tidy. And healthy, since most people forget about that."

You nod, appreciating the view as he rubs some of the ointment along his shaft. "I've never done this before," you say, rubbing your cheeks unconsciously. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"I'm led to believe it does, normally," Svier says with a nod, but once again gestures with the tin. "But this ought to cover that as well."

You snort in amusement. "What is that, anyways?"

"The good stuff," he replies with a cheeky grin. "You should lay down."

You do, feeling embarrassed as your legs are spread. Svier notices you looking away and gripping the sheets, and chuckles. "You look a little distraught, little prince. Might I ask why?"

You roll your eyes and look back at the smirking alchemist. "There's an annoying half-elf trying to fuck my ass."

He nods sagely. "They tend to do that."

You giggle, releasing the sheets to clutch your stomach. "Really?" you manage to reply. "You'd think somebody would've told me."

"Well, it's one of their better kept secrets," he explains, and his voice turns tender. "They only go for the ones they like."

You blush, and when his eyes probe yours in silent request, you close yours and nod. You twitch as his slides forwards and drapes your legs over his shoulders, his slick member brushing yours. He lines himself up, and gently squeezes your legs before pushing in.

You gasp, but its in surprise rather than pain. The feeling is strange, and certainly uncomfortable, but not painful. The sensation of being spread open soon pales though, as he slides inside you, and the length quickly surpasses girth. With the alien feeling of his cock inside of your tender ass however, comes a sudden burst of pleasure. As he enters, he rubs against a spot inside you that causes your own slack member to twitch once, twice, and then raise to attention once more.

"Okay?" he asks. "I'm inside."

"I can tell," you breathe. "All the way?" You try to lean up, but can't see past your half-mast.

"Not quite, about half-way," he reports.

"Shit," you mutter, nervous once more.

"Try not to," he teases.

"Ew," you say with a grimace. "I thought you were being romantic again."

"Sorry," he replies, "just trying to help you relax. You... you liked that?"

You refuse to meet his eyes as you reply. "I... I guess I liked the romantic stuff, if that's what you mean. No poop jokes."

"Ah, noted," he says, starting to move inside you again. He's quiet for a few minutes, tenderly pushing inside you, bottoming out, and watching your reactions. The salve must work, since your soon left with only a pleasure and a longing when he pulls back and leaves you empty. He keeps a steady pace, and you join him, clenching and rolling your hips, soft breaths escaping your mouth in time with his strokes.

"What did you like? Tell me," he whispers, eyes intent on your face. You almost shy away from his gaze again, but manage to hold it.

"Y-you seemed sincere," you huff. "When I got mad, I could tell you were scared. It was like... like you wanted me."

"I do want you," he says, his hands clutching your legs tighter.

"And before that, y-you listened, really listened. You were trying to help, like you really cared."

"I do care," he affirms, smiling down at you.

"And," you start to say, but you have to pause as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls over you. An orgasm, you realize, but it doesn't stop there, it stays, persisting in a way the others didn't. You moan in pleasure, your eyes hooded as you look up with a dumb smile of your own. "It's stupid but... I liked it when you said I was c-cute. Nobody's said that, nobody looked at me... wanted me like that."

"I do want you," he almost growls, and his thrusts speed up, starting to lose their rhythm. Kisses trail down your legs until he leans over you, pressing on top of you and into you, claiming your body.

"Tell me again," you plead, your voice quiet.

"You're cute," he manages, his lips twitching in slight smile. "I want more."

"Again..."

"I want you!" he groans. He arches back, and you hear your name amidst a string of Elvish.

"Svier..."

"Tell me you love me?"

Warmth splashes inside of you.