The soft glow of candlelight dances across the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls of my private dorm. The air is thick with the rich aroma of tomato sauce, garlic, and herbs. Outside, the night is alive with the gentle chirping of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl, nature's symphony providing a soothing backdrop to our intimate dinner.
Rolo sits beside me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from her body. Before us sits two plates of steaming spaghetti and meatballs.
I watch as Rolo twirls her fork in the pasta, the noodles wrapping around the tines in a hypnotic spiral. She brings it to her lips, blowing gently to cool it before taking a bite. A small drop of sauce clings to the corner of her mouth, and I find myself entranced by it, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss it away.
As she chews, her brow furrows slightly, a look of confusion crossing her face. She swallows, then turns to me, her crimson eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern.
"So," Rolo begins, her voice soft and melodious in the quiet room, "Octavia just took your lunch box and ran off with it? She never even came back to class?"
I nod, twirling my own fork in the spaghetti as I consider how to respond.
After swallowing, I meet Rolo's gaze, my expression serious. "I actually think the poor girl is slow," I say, my voice lowered as if sharing a secret. "Like maybe she was born with something, you know?"
Rolo seems to think for a moment, her crimson eyes distant as she processes my words.
"Can the hero be slow?" she asks finally, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
I shrug. "I guess," I reply, my tone casual but thoughtful. "As long as she can do her job, it's fine."
Rolo nods slowly, her crimson eyes refocusing on me. "I guess so," she agrees, her voice soft and contemplative.
I put my fork down, feeling a bit full after the rich meal. The silverware clinks gently against the fine china, the sound seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Rolo follows my lead, setting her own utensils aside.
As I look up, I find Rolo's gaze fixed on my lips. Her crimson eyes are intense, filled with a hunger that has nothing to do with the meal we've just shared.
"I'm feeling a bit tired after a long day in class. Would you'd like to join me in my bedroom?"
Rolo's eyes widen, her crimson irises seeming to glow in the candlelight. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks, coloring her pale skin a delicate shade of pink. Her gaze flicks down to my lips, then back up to meet my eyes, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Rolo reaches out. Her hand, calloused from years of weapons training yet still delicate, comes to rest on my thigh. I can feel the warmth of her touch even through the fabric of my trousers, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
"Elwin," she breathes, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, "I would love too."
Without hesitation, I stand up. The sudden movement causes my chair to scrape against the floor, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet room. I reach out, offering my hand to Rolo. She looks up at me, her crimson eyes wide and vulnerable, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness evident in her gaze.
"Then let's go," I say, my voice low and husky with desire.
*****
The soft glow of candlelight fills my bedroom, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Rolo stands before me, her naked body a masterpiece. The flickering light accentuates every curve, every dip and valley of her athletic form. Her skin, pale as moonlight, seems to glow with an inner radiance.
Her crimson eyes roam over me, taking in every detail. There's a spark of wonder in her gaze as if she's seeing something truly marvelous for the first time. A soft smile plays at the corners of her lips, a mixture of joy and anticipation.
"You look gorgeous," I breathe, my voice filled with awe and desire.
I step closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My lips find the smooth column of her neck, placing gentle kisses along its length.
A soft gasp escapes her lips, her body trembling slightly under my touch. Suddenly, with a strength that catches me off guard, Rolo pushes me backwards. I fall onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning my landing.
Rolo stands over me, her crimson eyes blazing with desire. Her gaze travels down my body, lingering on my arousal. Her eyes widen slightly, a look of pleasant surprise crossing her features.
"It's extraordinary," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
I feel a flush of pride at her words but can't help thinking to myself, 'Despite being a full inch bigger than it used to be in my past life, it's really nothing to brag about.' Still, the look of admiration in Rolo's eyes sends a thrill through me.
Rolo lowers herself onto the bed, her movements graceful yet filled with anticipation. Her raven hair cascades over her shoulders, tickling my thighs as she positions herself between my legs. Her crimson eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
"May I?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
I smile, my heart swelling with affection for her consideration. "You can do whatever you want with me, Rolo."
Rolo nods, her expression reminiscent of a child presented with a new toy. Excited yet slightly overwhelmed. Slowly, tentatively, she lowers her head. Her lips part, and I feel her mouth envelop the tip of my cock.
A soft groan escapes me as she begins to take more of me in. Inch by tantalizing inch, she lowers her mouth, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Just as I think it can't get any better, Rolo surprises me. In one fluid motion, she takes me all the way to the base, her nose brushing against my lower abdomen. The feeling is intense, almost overwhelming, and I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips.
But then, as she begins to pull back, something changes. I feel the sharp edge of her teeth scraping lightly against my sensitive skin. What should have been pleasurable suddenly becomes painful. A hiss escapes me, my body tensing involuntarily.
The sensation is jarring, a stark contrast to the blissful feelings of moments before. It's noticeably different from our previous encounter, lacking the finesse and care she had displayed then. This is clumsy, almost amateur in its execution.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle a groan of discomfort. My mind races, confusion mingling with the lingering threads of pleasure. How could she have regressed so dramatically? The reverent touch I remembered seems to have vanished, replaced by this awkward, painful attempt.
She pulls her head off my dick, pain shooting through me the whole way up. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep my expression neutral. As Rolo lifts her gaze to meet mine, her crimson eyes are shining with excitement and pride. Her cheeks are flushed, a soft pink that spreads down her neck and across her chest. A strand of saliva connects her lower lip to the tip of my cock, glistening in the candlelight.
I don't say anything, not wanting to shatter her enthusiasm or make things awkward. This is our first time together without her mask, without the veil of anonymity that had given her such confidence before. The vulnerability in her eyes, the eagerness to please, it tugs at my heart despite the lingering discomfort.
"Can I go all the way?" Rolo asks, her voice breathy with anticipation.
"Of course," I reply, infusing my voice with affection and excitement. And I am excited, despite the less than stellar start. The sight of Rolo's naked form, the warmth of her body so close to mine, it sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.
Rolo moves with fluid grace, straddling my hips in one smooth motion. Her powerful thighs bracket my waist, her skin hot against mine. I can feel the heat radiating from her core, mere inches away from where I ache to be.
But she doesn't move to join us together. Instead, Rolo remains poised above me, her crimson eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. Rolo cups my face in her hands, her touch gentle yet firm.
"Elwin," she breathes, her voice trembling with emotion, "you came into my life like a bat out of hell. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but every moment with you is wild and exciting."
Her words wash over me like a warm summer breeze, igniting a fire in my chest.
"I love when we're together too." My hands find her waist, tracing the curves of her body, marveling at the contrast between the softness of her skin and the firm muscle beneath.
As I gaze up at her, my mind drifts back to that first night when she broke into this very room and took me on the spot. The memory is vivid, almost tangible, the thrill of her sudden appearance, the passion in her eyes, the urgency of our coupling. It had been unexpected, wild, and utterly intoxicating.
"I feel so lucky to have found you," I murmur, my thumbs tracing small circles on her hips. The words seem inadequate to express the depth of my feelings, but they're all I have.
Rolo's eyes soften at my words, a smile spreading across her face like the dawn breaking over the horizon. Her lips meet mine in a kiss that's both tender and passionate, a perfect balance of softness and urgency.
When we finally part, both of us are breathless. Rolo's eyes are dark with desire, her pupils dilated so much that only a thin ring of crimson remains. Her chest heaves with each breath, her breasts rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.
"Elwin," she whispers, her voice thick with need, "I want you. All of you."
"I'm yours, Rolo," I breathe out.
Slowly, achingly slowly, Rolo begins to lower herself onto me. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she takes me in inch by tantalizing inch. The sensation is exquisite, her tight heat enveloping me in a way that makes my toes curl, and my breath catches in my throat.
Suddenly, as if a switch has been flipped, Rolo's entire body goes rigid. Her eyes fly open. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips, growing in volume and intensity with each passing second.
To my astonishment, Rolo begins to convulse atop me, her powerful thighs quivering against my hips. Her back arches, head thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. Her hands, which had been resting on my chest, now claw at the sheets, grasping for stability as waves of pleasure wrack her body.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," she chants, her voice raw and primal. Each word is punctuated by a full-body shudder, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around me in a way that threatens to undo me completely.
I watch in awe as Rolo rides out her climax, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her raven hair whips around her face as she thrashes.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Rolo's movements begin to slow. Her frantic cries soften to breathy whimpers, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a final, shuddering gasp, she sinks down fully onto me, taking me to the hilt.
For a moment, we're both still, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing. I can feel every inch of her, hot and tight around me, her inner walls still fluttering with the remnants of her orgasm.
Her body falls over onto mine. I suddenly slip out of her, the sensation causing us both to gasp. Rolo's eyes seem distant, unfocused, as if she's gazing at something far beyond the confines of this room.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice tinged with concern.
Rolo blinks slowly, her crimson eyes struggling to focus on my face. A dreamy smile plays across her lips as she responds, her words slurred with exhaustion, "Oh, you finished too, right?"
Before I can respond, her eyes flutter closed, long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks. Her breathing begins to even out, becoming deep and rhythmic.
I'm dumbfounded, my mind struggling to process what just happened. The abrupt end to our lovemaking, Rolo's assumption about my climax, it all feels surreal, like a dream that's taken an unexpected turn.
Rolo shifts, her body moving languidly against mine. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around her, not wanting her to leave, needing to feel her close. Her skin is warm and soft under my touch, a stark contrast to the hard muscle I know lies beneath.
"That was the best," Rolo murmurs, her words barely audible and heavy with approaching sleep. Her head finds a comfortable spot on my chest.
Within moments, Rolo's breathing deepens further, her body going completely limp as sleep claims her.
"Uhhh," I say to the quiet room, my voice a mixture of bewilderment and frustration. The night air is cool on my heated skin, a gentle reminder of the passion that had burned between us just moments ago.
My mind races, replaying the events of the evening. The stark difference between this encounter and our previous one is jarring. The confident lover who had visited me in the night seems to have vanished, replaced by this eager but inexperienced version of Rolo.
'What the hell am I going to do about this?'