We continued talking, from that point on until our meal began. It would be divided into a few courses and since they would be each arriving shortly after the next, there was some time for us to talk, mostly about things we couldn't have discovered about each other simply through research. Things like discussing our actual opinions on varying topics, most of the time connected either to academic social theories or arts. Basically, things Stag hadn't talked about with the other by that point. Seeing as she was far older than I was, there were more surprises coming from her end, though still it did feel clear to me that Stag's limits for spying were very clearly drawn around our personal lives. Which I appreciated, considering she therefore made it far easier for us to find things to speak about. During our talks, the courses for dinner would arrive from time to time.
It was a five course meal, three of which were dedicated for the normal portions and two to dessert. I asked the chefs to avoid anything with strong flavors during that meal, seeing as I always found it awkward to start kissing someone post dinner and feel the taste of food on their tongue. You have to keep these things in mind. Speaking of these things, I also made sure to keep up flirting during this part of the talk, trying to get progressively more aggressive as we proceeded. Even found an excuse to share some of my past picture shots in the talk. Seeing as in some of those images I had varying degrees of nudity, you could say it was a preview. I was proud of those shots too. There is this complicated balance when offering a camera your spread of going too wide or too shy, and though I disliked repeating the same angle repeatedly I could say for sure I had found the sweet spot.
Show too much, and you remind the audience how weird a vagina looks like when you're not turned on, show too little and the picture doesn't properly convey the feeling that I was about to fuck the person behind the lenses, which is usually the goal I imagine. Some of the nudes in there had a different vibe though. Like "I am naked and looking at this wall, for some reason" or "I just really felt like reading a book while almost naked right now". Her response to the pictures was really critical with that said, all things considered. Especially the more erotic ones, which didn't exactly surprise me. It was part of the plan to make those look less professional, and some of them hadn't been taken by a professional, seeing as I occasionally took on asking a certain fool to snap a few while we were getting ready to fuck. I also had some videos of the act itself recorded, but trying to look good for a camera while getting pounded took a bit of the fun out of it for me, so I didn't do it often. I mean, it offered an extra challenge, sure, yet the idea of having to split my attention between pleasing a partner or an audience felt a little strange. The partner should be the obvious priority, however that tended to affect the quality of the video somewhat.
At any rate, after the first dessert course, there was a bit of time before the next one came. The main meal had been relatively light, but seeing as my plan was to start going aggressive after the fifth dish arrived, as my plans of pursuing my most desired dish* was sort of connected to the end of the meal. Girl sex is not that agitated at the end of the day, yet it was still better to give my body some time to process the food before getting started, right? Before it did, in the last steps of our dinner, I also made sure to move our positions on the table a little bit. So that it would be easier to reach for her, mostly. Not to mention getting a bit more handy during flirting, right? In either case, after I felt enough time had passed I asked my staff to bring in the final treats and drinks, for that part of the night.
(*Fun fact about elves, boys and girls. They don't normally have sexual stimulants in them like with the Qal'niphizus but elvish cum tastes kind of nice. Makes it easier to give head to them, and it's especially nice when doing it to a girl of their kind, seeing as they get soaked of the stuff pretty easily. During periods of fertility, elven females also impose a type of magical stimulant tied to their strength around them, one that is said to rob the rationality of even creatures as resistant to toxins as them, but for obvious reasons accessing this boon is far more complicated. One of the greatest benefits of being born a woman in this world is having the privilege of fucking fertile elven girls without having to worry about the consequences.)
The choice of drinks was once again meant as a way to clean our palate a little, as I felt that giving us a pause to brush our teeth might break any potential mood being set up. As for the final dish, it mostly consisted of fruits, alongside different kinds of creams to soak them on. There were four flavors in total, and the fruits mostly consisted of different kinds of berries alongside grapes. Things that would be easy to dip into the containers for the sweets. The portion was pretty big compared to the previous dessert dish as well. Mostly because, since I didn't know for how long my friend would be willing to go once sex started, I decided it might be best to have snacks near us in case I needed to recover some energy over the night.
When we started serving, I also made sure to completely forsake any minimalism while preparing each of my servings as well, to try to make the movements of my fingers as elaborate as possible during each fruit that I dipped in the servings. Skilled usage of your fingers is a pretty important point to have when it comes to sex between two girls, so I felt it might help to tease my skill a little through this format. I also tried keeping our eyelines in contact while I did this, trying to look a bit suggestive on any occasion I glanced at her. We were already on the final stretch as far as I was concerned, after all. She didn't show much response to this though, other than acknowledging my intent. By that point, I had additionally started suggesting we fed each other the fruits from time to time. I had asked my staff to keep any cutlery from this part of the meal in parts due to that.
—Oh. It seems I sunk my fingers a bit too deeply. Would you mind getting it off? — I said, after getting part of the cream I was placing a strawberry around the tips of my finger, while bringing that hand closer to her mouth.
—Eh. Sure. — While taking my hand closer, she bit off the fruit and swallowed it then. After that, she licked the cream of my extended finger, before placing it in her mouth and briefly sucking on it more intently.
"She still doesn't seem to be too responsive, but at least she is cooperating with the script." I thought, while pondering how to proceed from there.
—That tickled a bit. Would you- — I was about to suggest she try the same sort of mistake, but before I could finish she had already dipped part of one of her hands inside one of the bowls, one carrying a few different kinds of berries in it.
—Oh, whoops. Messed up here. Clean it up for me, since you seem to like it. — She said while extending that hand. She would push a fruit into my mouth, and then place the rest of the finger doing so inside it too. After I licked her hand clean, she conjured a towel to get part of the saliva out of it. Having finished doing so, she returned a single finger to my lips.
—So? What's the next step you wanted to try? You don't plan on eating all of this now, do you?
—I don't. The plan was to keep it there for the whole night. But as for the next step… — I thought for a second, seeing how directly she was inviting me to continue. I picked a decently sized grape up and pushed it towards her, after dipping it fully on chocolate cream. — Would you mind sharing it? — I said, before placing it on her on the tip of her lips. Seemingly understanding my meaning, she held it there, before I took a bite out of it while it remained there. Our lips touched a bit while we did this, but I managed to do it without kissing her directly, mostly as a show of precision.
—Now-
—Princess, how many steps do you plan on following? — She interrupted me, sounding a bit more serious than she had by that point. I considered her question for a moment before answering.
—Quite a few. The idea was to get us used to each step slowly also. The ending step was to try to get a berry from your clitoris with my tongue without touching it directly.
—Girl, I know you're not allowed to experiment with many people, but I've done this kind of thing before and it isn't worth the time it takes. Especially not for someone with a schedule like yours. There are moments where a slow build up might be worth a lot, but you work for over 13 hours a day on a normal basis, right? If we spend another hour with set up, that would make it all the harder to finish the night while satisfied for you.
—Don't worry, we have the whole night.
—No we don't. Your sleep schedule is likely the same as normal, and there is a limit to how much sleep deprivation Stag can handle on a brain like yours. — I was curious over how she knew what my sleep schedule was or how much tiredness Stag could heal, but found no time to ask before she continued. — So kiss me normally for now. If you want to try something different, at least try to pick something faster.
—I suppose that might make more sense. I was always a bit curious at what a slower start might look like in the real world, and thought this might be a chance for one. Though since you've rejected the script, perhaps you have something more to offer in return? — During this sentence I also took the chance to drag our seats even closer together, so that our hands could more easily reach the other.
—I can't say I planned for much. But since you asked, I've got the talents needed to speed up this start all the more. — As she said so, a strange mist started taking shape in the direct surroundings of one of her hands. It didn't quite block the view, yet where it remained light was slightly distorted. That was a common visible trait of curse magic. I could already guess what type of application she was suggesting for it.
—How very hasty. So much for the patience of the long lived. Are you sure, though? I can be pretty intense when I lose my balance.
—I am aware. And I've been to enough battles that no intensity shown in leisure could ever intimidate me. You don't need restraints when dealing with me. — As she said so, she drew that hand closer, though without closing the gap between us entirely. The choice would have been mine, it seemed.
"Judging by her words, Nalfimiria seems to be fully aware of my tendencies. No reason not to trust her call, then." I pondered for a moment. Even when meeting a partner I could be somewhat honest with, I usually would avoid being too spontaneous during sex. The act tends to make it easier for me to loosen up my composure, and I've since long had a tendency to reach emotional extremes very easily once the leash has been abandoned. As a result, I felt it best not to introduce those tendencies of mine to partners over a single night. Being suddenly exposed to my intensity might scare some after all, and I preferred to avoid leaving a partner with similar conclusions as we were forming our first impressions of the other. And being under the effect of sensorial magic likely would make such an effort far more difficult.
—Well, if you insist. Be mindful of the effects once I've already lost my sense to them, though. Escalating effects and I are never that good a pairing. — I said so while taking her extended hand. As her curse sipped into my hand, the sensation of her grasp gradually felt more detailed, and far more central in my mind. As I noticed the effects of the curse spreading, I realized the main purpose of it was an increase in sensitivity and responsiveness. I've also noticed it was affecting me on multiple ends. One of them in particular caught more of my attention.
—Your technique seems to employ a Soul Haze as well… Aren't you showing too much of your hidden hand, sister? — I wasn't expecting her to mix adept level magic into her trickery, especially considering how easily spottable it was, especially not when it was acting within a combined spell. By definition, illusory magic isn't particularly easy to spot, so I doubted I would have noticed if she had been trying to hide it.
—What's the point of a hidden hand when you're in the process of getting naked anyways? I'm keeping far too much out of sight for a single card to matter, besides.
—Fine logic, but… Let's keep that process on slower steps for now. Rushing past it always feels a bit like a waste to me. — During those last few sentences I felt the effects expanding past my arm to my body as a whole.
This made all the ideas running through my mind all the harder to keep silent. It started with kissing and caressing, as the two of us were more than close enough to share in both of those things. Normally that level of stimulus wouldn't affect me by much, but the fun thing about the responsiveness boost brought about by that curse is that no amount of experience will change how the body reacts when it's under this type of magic. This, combined with the already present anticipation got my seat partially soaked before we even started striping. Looking at that, I was half expecting to reach an orgasm as soon as those fingers started digging into the slits of my cunt. Oddly enough, the spell also seemed to be provoking an intense tunnel vision surrounding her person, far more potent than in other cases I had experienced similar magic. Some time after this exchange started, I also deemed the distance between our seats was far too long, and thus chose to move to her lap. Full contact to her also meant she had an even easier means of transmitting the curse, so more complex effects likely would grow much easier to sustain for her.
—How sturdy. Better get my buns used to this feeling, I suppose? — I said while leaning closely on her.
—Would you rather have me up top? — That comment earned a chuckle out of me, though the contents of it did not merit a discussion. The physiological difference was a bit too intense in this case.
From that point, we continued gaining ground on each other at a somewhat slow pace. I also realized pretty early on that she was letting me set the speed of advancing completely, usually only reaching for more space once I was trailing it. That made taking the lead more exciting, in a way. I love the feeling of getting familiar with a new partner all the while her hands and mouth were motivating me so skillfully. Especially so with a partner who was both enthralling and felt challenging, considering how composed she still clearly was. Not that that made me any less patient. Firsts are a time for exploration between two new partners. As I like discovery as much as any other, or perhaps far more, I preferred to enjoy the process slowly. Talking often can solve most of these issues, but getting to test how to best please a friend and slowly reaching that answer can be quite the fulfilling process.
Hence, during the discovery process we went from the specifics to general things, as to better get acquainted, all the while taking more and more of our clothing out. Fun fact about the dress I had been wearing. The way it's built took into account the entertainment factor of stripping off of it during the start of sex, and it appeared the same could be said for the kind of robe she chose. Everytime her skin grew easier to view, my focus on her only seemed to grow, as if the rest of the world was fading from view. The more I got to know of her body, the less I felt collected, and the more I wanted to start diving further, even if I did still reach an orgasm once or twice over the course of our introductions. It also helped a little that I didn't know many women that were even half as well built as she was, so that pushed sensations on me which I didn't feel as often with human women. That, and other elvish exclusive traits, like which parts of her power lines were more sensitive.
By the end of the introduction, we started going into more depth into our tastes for penetration, you could say. By that point, we were mostly naked and still on that balcony, I sat on one of her thighs. The idea was to make it easier for us to finger the other simultaneously, and that position made it easier to observe both parts of that stage. The hands aren't simply a core part of this process between girls, but also the easiest way of learning about the other. This position also was really convenient for pushing me even further. Having her mouth so close by, that not only made it easier to return to kissing during the messing around we'd be doing to each other, it made it simpler both to feel her breath and the every noise her mouth made. By that point I hadn't really heard much of it, though her moaning was so pleasant. There was a lot more of it that I hoped to hear, and preferably to listen to it grow louder and louder, as time went by. That was also the point were we pulled out some additional magical tools that I liked using during sex, which she pulled out from her bag*.
(*The bag was the sort that led to conjured space, meaning regardless of what its external size actually was, it basically had infinite capacity. There usually were also mechanisms inside that pocket space meant to teleport things from the sisterhood's storage to the user, in case they needed something they hadn't prepared ahead of time, but it usually needed some level of warning to be put to use.)
The first of which being bracelets that enabled sensorial sharing through link magic. As the name implies, they enable the two people wearing them to share in some of their senses, like touch, or sight, in this case. Pleasure was also shared between partners, effectively meaning they doubled in effectiveness in this case. Which mostly meant it allowed us to feel part of the fingering being done in the other, you might say, though in my case I also found that the feeling of my bare butt in her right thigh was rather pleasant. All the fun was making me rather unhinged by that point, as far as my enjoyment of the night was concerned. Admittedly, feeling the size of my breasts through her hands while also touching hers also made me all the more aware of how small I was compared to her, though that wasn't new information regardless. Her nipples are also far more sensitive than mine, speaking of. Made the feeling of kissing or kindly biting them more fun.
After that, we also took our rounds giving head to each other. It was fun, but mostly the initial half of it. I enjoy doing oral, though being on the receiving end was rather dull. The angle you get on a girl while you're the one licking is quite pleasant, as is seeing the way her body and face move on the pose normally associated with the act. I liked watching that so much that a part of me disliked mutual oral just due to that. Which brings me to why I dislike being on the receiving end of oral as well.
Put simply, there isn't a lot to do during it, and I'm rather biased towards the more active parts of sex. You can ask your partner to try to lay on a way that your hands can still reach most of her body in positions one is sitting still yet that is made slightly harder this way. And the act necessary to entertain a friend this way is rather easy. If they're bad at oral, it's just a matter of pretending they're okay at it, and if they're good, I would just need to keep motivating them by mostly acting naturally. Which was why my favorite way to take someone's head was just to sit on their face, regardless of whether or not we would end up going both ways orally. Of course, since both of us had access to spirit reflection, there were means of reaching the other without our real hands, though reflections weren't as sensitive as real limbs. Reflected limbs tend to feel a little rougher down the holes as well, since they don't imitate the texture of real living things quite that well. It's usually more effective to use a construct as a toy, and use the reflected arms just to move them, in cases their application might be beneficial. In this sense, the various forms of Life Echo were strictly superior, despite the fact access to it for similar matters wasn't quite as convenient.
Naturally, as someone who adored the expression a girl like Nalfimiria would make while they're cumming in my mouth, it did hurt me a bit to ask for it seeing as I imagined she would enjoy that sight just as much when it was my turn. Still, she did offer me to do it that way on her own, so we went through that part this way, as one way or the other it was helpful to learn how a partner enjoyed their tongues as soon as possible. I made sure to be loud enough to make up for her lack of sight in this, of course. By the time we were done with the introductions, maybe around 20 minutes had already passed. At that point, she suggested we leave the balcony and enter the room itself. I took a small bite of our currently still existing snack bowl and agreed, after which we moved inside while carrying it along. Of course, there were plenty more of places in the room for us to make use of other than just the bed, and while still under the effect of her spell I asked that we should get back to it almost immediately, though not before Nalfimiria made sure to take all of our clothes from the balcony.
From there, we kept at it for quite a long time on our own. There was plenty of space for us to continue, and as far as I was aware what we had on the balcony was merely a warm up. Every time I saw her cum, it felt like her face grew more lovely, and her voice grew louder, so I could hardly keep myself from abusing my free time in that instance. I could barely register the passage of time, and if anything I only ever seemed to grow more interested as the night proceeded. I was so distracted she even needed to be the one to remind me of the occasional refill for energy as the hours passed by.
The fact we weren't lacking in variety for what to do likely made that factor more intense. It seemed she had readied relics for just about anything inside that bag of hers. I only regret not having the time to test all of it. But despite having lost all sense of it, there still remained some reasons to worry about time. We didn't have unlimited amounts of it, and though some of the accumulating effects had been making it all the harder to pay attention to it, this didn't mean I entirely forgot the significance of it, as I occasionally sought the room's clock within my snack breaks. It was during such a check that I at some point noticed 3 hours had already passed since the start.