Malcolm's eyes narrowed, turning serious.
Without hesitation, he pulled off every item of clothing he had on and stood near the bed as he waited for Serena to finish undressing.
[Serena
Description: The Princess of Flames
Affection: 35%
Current feelings: Calm]
'She's not even a little nervous?' he wondered. He had hoped to score some affection points by reassuring or comforting her, but he couldn't work with this.
'Dammit, why did the first quest have to be so hard?'
How was he going to raise her affection when she didn't care about romance in the first place?
"Ready," came Serena's voice, derailing his train of thought.
Malcolm looked over, and couldn't help but gulp loudly as he was treated to a tantalizing scene.
She had removed the tie holding her hair in a ponytail, allowing it to cascade down her delicate shoulders. She still wore her bra and a matching set of red lace panties, but every other section of her pale flesh was on full display.
If anything, the underwear made her feel even more exotic, like a rare gem that men would gladly fight and die to obtain.
"You're not going to take those off?" he asked, though he hated to do so.
"I was told that allowing a man to strip you would help him get it up."
'Still cool as a cucumber,' Malcolm wondered after checking his system. She really did feel absolutely nothing for him one way or the other.
It would have been disheartening, if he had any feelings for her himself. As it was, they were mere business partners, and this was a simple transaction.
Still, his instincts spoke for themselves, and his rod was at full mast, something that didn't escape the attention of Serena.
"But it looks like you don't have any issues there," she said. She thumbed her panties, about to slide them off, when Malcolm stopped her with a call.
"Wait," he said.
She paused, eyebrow raising as she waited for him to tell her why he had stopped her.
"Let me."
With a shrug, she strode over and crawled onto the bed, taking a few moments to get comfortable on her back. He made sure to enjoy the scenery as she did so, until she lay there as straight as a board, giving him a look that revealed nothing.
"Whenever you're ready," she told him calmly.
Malcolm took a breath and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her and gripping the sides of her panties with both hands.
Slowly, as if they would tear if he pulled too hard, he slid them off, revealing that special place. She bent her knees to help him out, and soon the panties were off. He chucked them onto the corner of her bed and placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs.
"You're going to keep the bra on?" she asked.
"Do you want me to take it off?" he asked, eyeing that dark spot between her legs.
It was a bit dry, which was an issue. She wasn't anticipating this at all, so he'd have to work up an excitement within her.
"Whatever makes it easier for you."
"I'll keep it on," he told her, his hands gliding up her knees and caressing her thighs. "But I can't go in with you like this. So…"
He bent down, sinking his tongue into her and swishing it around.
"Mm…" she grunted. "What are you…?"
"Getting this place wet," he said between her legs, right hand running up and down her leg.
The other reached for her breast, sliding under her bra and pinching her nipple with two fingers.
"Mm. Mm~"
Serena's heavy-lidded eyes stared up at the ceiling as Malcolm's tongue worked on her walls. She had to admit, it did feel quite pleasant, but not enough to match up to the hype.
"Mha!"
She flinched, hands clenching around the blanket as Malcolm spread apart her lower lips and stroked the small bead at the top with his thumb.
"W-wait, Malcolm. Don't- AH!"
He sunk in deeper, tongue swishing around with an amateurish but still pleasurable skill as his left hand toyed with her boob.
Serena's hands slid under her pillow, grasping the back tightly as she struggled to keep her voice from leaking.
"That should be good," Malcolm said after a while, rising and wiping his mouth with his forearm. "Ready?"
"Just… get it over with," Serena said, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Is something wrong?" Malcolm frowned.
"You should have asked me before you did… that. It seems highly unsanitary."
"It was necessary to get the job done," Malcolm replied apathetically. "That IS what I'm here for, isn't it?"
"I… it is."
[Affection increased!
Serena: 36%]
"Now, I'm going to slide it in," he warned her, guiding his tip to her entrance with a hand.
His hips moved as he sunk in, taking it slow before it stopped on a thin wall.
'She's a virgin?' he thought.
"May I?"
"You may," she said. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, expecting some amount of pain. "Ng."
With a small amount of pressure, he pierced through the hymen. Blood started to flow out and stain the sheets, and he paused, indecisive on whether he should clean it up first or not.
"It's fine," Serena said. "Continue."
"All right."
With that barrier out of the way, he was free to enjoy the inside of her, and he did so with relish.
Dropping to all fours, he placed his arms next to hers and pushed in a bit further, soon sinking into a gentle rhythm that wasn't too rough on the inexperienced Serena.
Serena's moans were as quiet and pleasant as a gentle rain on a summer's day, her breath hot and humid on his face as his cock went in and out.
Despite their proximity, she avoided his gaze, keeping her red eyes trained on the thing below that was pulsing inside of her.
Malcolm frowned lightly when he realized she refused to look at him, and with a fire spreading between his legs, he pressed his lips onto hers, kissing her lightly as his fingers wrapped around her wrists.