165 Vol. 3 pt. 35 Patch 6.0: A Royal Meal (1/2)

Nell walks up next to Fenrir and looks down at him, her face bright red and her eyes struggling to look directly at him.

The man that she loves is lying down on the ground, in the middle of a forest, half of his clothes off, and beckoning her to come and sit down on his face. Regardless of how bizarre her fetishes may be, when it comes to actual sex, all she has ever done is kiss and touch Fenrir's erection in real life over his clothes.

”H-hey now, I'm going to start feeling embarrassed myself if you don't hurry up,” Fenrir says.

Nell whimpers and looks around. Can they be sure they won't be interrupted? What if the rest of the group finds them? What if some random players come across them? What if a wild, lustful monster discovers them?!

She gets more excited.

”Are – are you sure, my hero?” Nell asks, fidgeting with her fingers.

”I've never done it before, so I can't promise I'll be any good at it, but I am sure,” Fenrir answers.

Nell takes a deep breath, steps closer, and crouches down next to him. Rather than sit upon his face as he told her to, she lifts one leg over his chest so that she is straddling it instead of his head.

”My tongue isn't long enough to reach if you sit there,” Fenrir teases.

”I am working on it! Such an impatient man. This – this sort of thing requires patience,” Nell explains, scooting another inch up his chest.

”You being so slow makes me want to say something that I know would embarrass you.” Since she's not wearing her clothes and is sitting on top of his bare chest, he can feel just how hot and wet her sex is as she essentially grinds it up along him as she moves closer to his face.

”Telling me that you could say something embarrassing informs me that you are thinking of something embarrassing, and that is just as bad as actually saying it!” Nell whines.

”Sorry, sorry. I won't say or think of anything, my princess.”

Nell crosses her arms and pouts before moving up just underneath his neck. ”I – I did not think my first time would be in such a way. I cannot believe that I am actually going to do this.”

”I guess facesitting is a pretty unique way of having your first sexual experience, but it's probably less intense than having regular sex in the middle of a forest. I would offer that we wait until we've got some privacy in a more normal environment, but I don't think that's going to be for a while.”

”I – I know. Are… are you ready?” she asks.

”You know I am. Are you asking yourself that?”

”I… might be. Okay!” Nell lifts her hips up to move over his face and freezes. She has no idea what she's supposed to do now. Does she just lower herself until she's sitting on him? Where is she supposed to sit? Does she sit near his chin, on his mouth, or somewhere else?

Fortunately for the inexperienced Nell, the almost-just-as-inexperienced Fenrir grabs her by her hips to help guide her down against his mouth.

Nell moans and covers her face when she feels his mouth come into contact with her lower lips. She then discovers that he not only has the ears, tail, and sometimes personality of a wolf, but he has a tongue similar to one as well. His tongue is slightly wider than an average human's, but more importantly than that, it is longer and more flexible.

Fenrir's tongue is more than capable of running its hot, wet length from the bottom of her vulva up toward the top of it without even having to move his head. He applies enough force to rub it up between her labia until he reaches her clit where he ends up focusing his efforts. This is his first time ever going down on a girl – or, technically, having a girl come down onto him, but he knows enough from his time on the internet that girls' clits feel good. He also knows how to find them which is more than most twenty-somethings with hardly any sexual experience.

Especially twenty-somethings with hardly any sexual experience who also are probably more interested in anime and hentai than they should be.

Fortunately for Nell, her boyfriend has done at least a little bit of research even if said research involves questionable sources.

”Fe-Fenrir,” Nell moans, leaning over his head and letting her hands run through his hair.

The more she moans, the more Fenrir focuses on her clit. He knows to continue doing whatever he's doing when she moans, so if he gets the most moans from her when he is rubbing his tongue against her clit and occasionally sucking on it, that is what he will continue doing.

After only a minute of this, he feels Nell's thighs tightly squeeze around his head to the point where he is reminded of those videos he's seen online of girls crushing watermelons between their thighs.

Nell arches her back and, after taking her hands away from his head to cover her face, lets out a loud moan.

”Haah… I – I can't believe I – so quickly…” Nell says between heavy breaths.