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The Queen's Maidservant

Manon Blackbeak x reader

CW: Smut! 18+ pleaseee

In which Manon requests for you, a maidservant, to assist her during a bath :)

You stand hesitant outside of your Queen's bathing chamber, head lowered, hand ready to knock. Asterin, the Second in Command to the Witch Queen, had fetched you from where you had been working in the kitchens. The girls you had been working with, laughing with, all giggled and mocked you with cries of "Ooooo's" when they'd heard that the Queen had specifically requested that you be at her service this evening.

They guessed that you were in some sort of trouble. The Queen rarely calls on servants and maids, being too independent, too private to desire any assistance. Instead, you and most of the servants were free to roam the castle, the lands, as you pleased, so long as some work got done.

When Manon Blackbeak had been crowned the Witch Queen, everyone had been nervous, at first. But she'd made the Witchlands a place to thrive, and be happy. That didn't mean that Manon was any less terrifying, though.

You had swatted at your girl friends with a wet rag, giving them a stern look for antagonizing you in front of the Second in Command, who you surely thought would deem the lot of you as immature. But Asterin just huffed a laugh, then left, knowing you were going to listen.

As you made your way to the Queen's wing of the castle, you racked your brain, wondering what you possibly could have done wrong. You had served the Queen before, many times, actually, more than anyone else. Bringing her food, mending the saddle she used for her mount, Abraxos. Sometimes, the Queen would send you to deliver a letter to another part of the castle. Or, she'd send you to find a book for her in the library. Once, she even had you choose what poor, unlucky man was going to be her meal for the evening.

She wasn't unkind to you. Impatient, curt, bossy, yes. But never unkind. You had certainly done more tasks for her than any of the other maidservants. You wondered if you had somehow, unknowingly, broken the sliver of trust the Queen seemed to have in you.

When you arrived at the door to her bedroom, you had knocked softly with a call of "My Queen?" When you didn't receive a response, you had gently pushed open the door that had been cracked open. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, until you noticed the soft light from underneath the door to the bathing room.

Your stomach tightened at that, thinking, surely she does not intend for me to assist her in the bath? There must have been a mistake, perhaps she needed me later this evening and Asterin had misheard.

And so now, here you are, at the door to where you know the Queen awaits you. You struggle with wanting to serve the Queen, and with wanting to respect her privacy. With curiosity about what she wants from you, and fear that you have done something to offend her.

Taking a deep breath in, you finally decide to knock. Just as you pull your hand back, prepared to lower it on the door, you hear a voice call out, "I know you're out there, Y/N. Do come in."

Your heart is hammering now. Of course she knew you had been standing outside the door, she'd probably caught your scent when you were halfway down the hallway.

Clearing your throat, you grasp the doorknob, twisting and pushing in. You briefly spot Manon's head resting on the back edge of her huge, clawfoot tub. Her eyes appeared to be closed, and you could see faint steam radiating from the tub before you dropped your head, lowered your gaze.

"M-My Queen, how may I assist you this evening?" You internally scolded yourself for stammering, not wanting to know how awkward you feel, being in the same room as the bathing Queen.

Manon releases a humming sound, and you can hear the water slosh as she moves around a bit, picking her head up from where she was resting.

"Why so formal, maidservant?" She sounds like she's teasing.

You grow flustered, confused. "I... My Queen... I do not mean any offense, and I do not wish to invade your privacy. I was fetched by your Second, she said you requested my services...?"

Manon gives a short, quick laugh. "I know why you're here."

When you don't respond right away, Manon grows impatient. "Look at me when I speak to you."

Your stomach drops, face growing hot and red. Finally, you lift your head. Manon is staring straight at you. Her white hair is wet, a few strands sticking to her face and neck. You can see her collarbones, glistening from the steam. But thankfully, the rest of her body is obscured not only by the side of the tub, by what you can tell is... bubbles. You hadn't expected to find the Witch Queen taking a bubble bath, but you suppose it does not matter if she is not going to allow you to leave this room alive.

"My apologies, my Queen. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable." You're sincere when you say this, not knowing what limits the Queen has with her servants.

One of Manon's hands, which is resting on the edge of the tub, begins to extend its claws. They're not at their full length, just slightly pointed. She clicks them against the porcelain, eyes trailing up and down your body.

"I've called you here so that you may assist me with my bath." Her voice is sharp, husky.

You try to resist the urge to screw your face in confusion, but your eyebrows furrow slightly, and you cannot help but say, "Why?"

Manon arches a pale brow, her jaw tightens. Before she can speak, you immediately attempt to counteract the damage you've done. "I-I mean, my Queen, you have not required assistance with a bath before," Manon's face doesn't look any less displeased, and so you continue, "And there isn't anything wrong with assistance, my Queen..." again, Manon just stares. "I just wonder if... you're alright. Or... why you requested that I assist you...?" Your voice trails off at the end, and you bite your lip in anticipation, expecting her to lash out at you for your insolence.

"Do you believe yourself to be in any position to question me?" Manon asks.

You swallow hard, eyes yet again returning to the ground. "No, my Queen. I am so, so sorry. I will assist you in any way you wish."

Manon does not answer for a moment, leading you to lift your head slightly, to see if she's preparing to strike. She hasn't moved from her spot, still staring at where you stand.

Finally, Manon gives one quick nod. "You cannot assist with my bath from over there, can you?"

You shake your head, "No, my Queen," stepping forward a few paces, until you're within arm's length of the tub, you ask, "Where would you like me to begin, my Queen?"

She scoffs, settling back into the tub. "I think you know what a bath entails, and stop saying 'my Queen.' I get so sick of it."

"Y-Yes, my Q-," you stop yourself before you can finish. "I mean, yes of course. My apologies."

You take just a few more steps forward, until you are standing at the edge of the tub, looking down at the Queen. Your cheeks flush red at what you can see of her body, though most is obscured by the bubbles. You can see the tops of her breast, just the very top edge of her pink nipples. Her knees are bent, her soft legs exposed, shining from the water. She's got her head resting back on the tub, a washcloth used as a cushion. Her eyes are closed, and she looks alarmingly relaxed and peaceful. You know that she's a predator, one of the most feared, but you can't help but note how vulnerable she appears.

You lower yourself onto your knees, a bit hesitant to reach out and touch her. You dip a hand into the water, testing the warmth. It is quite hot, warmer than you would make your own bath, but not unbearable.

"Shall I start with your hair...?" You speak so quietly, unwilling to disrupt the calm in the room.

Manon gives a grunt of approval, sitting up and moving forward to allow you access to her moonlit strands.

When she sits up straight, her breasts are nearly entirely exposed. You suck in a sharp breath of air, diverting your eyes elsewhere. Her breasts are full and perky, nipples soft and pretty. They glisten from the wet, stray bubbles clinging on.

After a moment of composing yourself, attempting to tame the fire in your belly, you reach a shaky hand to her long hair sticking to her back. You're sure to keep your eyes on the back of her head, resisting the urge to peer over her shoulder.

Her hair is thick and soft, and when you reach both hands forward to pull it all back from her face, you swear you hear Manon hum in content.

Grabbing the shampoo from a glass jar on a small table nearby, you dump a small amount in the palm of your hand before returning your touch to her hair. You start at her scalp, working the soap into her roots. Using your nails, you give gentle scratches to her head, starting at her temples, working until you're at the base of her neck. She bends her head forward a bit to give better access, and you move the suds down the rest of the length, hands brushing against the skin of her back.

When you're satisfied with the cleanliness, you softly ask, "Will you lean your head back, my Q-," you stop yourself before you can disobey her order, "You will you lean back, so that I can rinse?"

Manon chooses to not address your almost slip up, instead, scooting forward even more, her eyes still closed. She grasps the sides of the tub, then lays backwards until nearly her entire head is submerged. The water line dances around her face, her cheeks a bit flushed from the warmth.

At her actions, though, her entire chest has become exposed. At the sight of her breasts, you feel your stomach tighten, your arousal begin to grow. You have always found the Queen beautiful, have always been attracted to her. You never imagined you'd see this much of her.

You shake your head, fearing you have stared too long, that she'll notice where your gaze has fallen. You cup some of the warm water in your hands, careful to avoid the bubbles, and bring it to the top of her hairline. Once the top of her hair is thoroughly cleaned of shampoo, you run your hands through the hair submerged in the water. Manon's eyes flutter throughout the process, but they do not open.

Finally, when you're satisfied, you pull your hands away, eyes falling to her breasts again briefly before you clear your throat and tell her she can sit up now.

This time, when she moves, she does open her eyes. The water sloshes as she sits up, and she turns to face you.

"Is my naked body distracting you, Y/N?"

You feel stunned, caught and scared. 'I-I.. no, not at all. No, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I ju-"

Manon cuts you off with a roll of her eyes, clicking her tongue. "Relax, maidservant. I'm not going to kill you for seeing something you clearly desire."

Your heart is pounding, eyes are wide. You sound terrified when you ask, "What?"

Manon just smirks at you, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Continue with the bath." She closes her eyes again, turning her head forward.

You feel confused, and nervous. Unsure of what exactly just happened. But of course, you do what the Queen says.

Reaching for the conditioner, you repeat the process you followed with the shampoo. Except this time, you're more conscious of where your eyes fall. When the conditioner is fully worked in, you pick her hair up, resting it on her shoulder so that it may sit, and not wash away in the water.

At this point, most of the bubbles have dissolved. Her body is nearly entirely exposed and you're struggling to not let your thoughts turn lewd, inappropriate.

"Shall we let that sit? I can return in a few moments, to wash it out." You ask her, already rising to your feet.

Manon grips your wrist where your hand rests on the side of the tub, preventing you from standing. "And what of my body? Do you not wash your own while your conditioner sits?" Her jaw is clenched, an eyebrow raised.

"Y-Yes of course, I just thought that you may want to do that part yourself."

She looks properly angry now, and her tone is tense when she speaks. "I called you here to assist with a bath, I thought you were entirely competent. But, perhaps I was wrong..."

Your heart sinks at her words, you feel mortified and desperate to make it right. Terrified that the Queen will see you unfit for duty, that she'll banish you from the castle, from work and your friends, you scramble to say, "No, of course not. My apologies, it won't happen again. We'll wash your body."

Manon gives you a sharp nod, and you know that this is it, you cannot mess up again.

You settle back onto your knees, leaning to grab a washcloth and the lavender scented bar of soap. You wet and lather the rag slowly, putting the soap back on the table before turning back to Manon.

You raise the washcloth to her back, rubbing gently in small circles. You bring the suds up to her shoulders, the back of her neck, before running it downwards. To your surprise, she releases a small groan.

"Are you alright, my Queen?" Your voice is quiet, and shaky.

Manon doesn't acknowledge the title, only saying, "I'm fine. Just sore, you try riding a beast for nearly three days straight."

You smile a bit, knowing how much she adores her Abraxos. "It seems very taxing, I'm sure a hot bath feels nice, then."

Manon just hums, her muscles becoming visibly more relaxed.

You continue with her back, your hand had momentarily paused its movements. When you reach the waterline, though, you still.

Manon can feel where you've stopped, and so she rises to her knees, allowing you to wash the rest of her.

You take a deep breath in, eyes settling on her backside. She's slim and muscular, her ass firm and round. The water drips down her back, running across her cheeks. You want to lean in and lick it from her.

You reel your thoughts back in, attempting to concentrate. You trail the washcloth further down, coating her in lavender smelling suds. When you finish, you get to work on her arms. You start at her shoulders, working down to her hands. Once satisfied, you know that the next step is to wash her front.

You bring a hand up to rest gently on the back of her waist, signaling that you're moving on now. She turns a bit, and you meet her halfway.

It's nearly impossible to not get distracted by her chest, her toned stomach, the hint of abs. But you manage to keep your eyes on her collarbones as you bring the washcloth up, running over her chest. The water and soap drips down, the lavender smell almost too good to resist leaning in.

You work down, working the soap over her chest gently. Her breasts bounce a bit as you clean them, her nipples harden when you trace the washcloth over them. You can't help but wonder how'd they'd feel in your hand.

You imagine how soft they'd feel, how they'd spill over your cupped hands because they're so full and plush. You imagine how beautiful she'd look with red and purple marks coating her pale skin, how she'd look with her chest heaving while you sat on top of her. How'd they look swaying in your face as she rode you.

You push the thoughts from your head, working the cloth down to the underneaths of her breasts, then down her stomach. You swallow hard when you reach her thighs, the water and soap clinging to the patch of white hair at her core. You run the cloth over it quickly, gently.

Finally, you pull away, looking back up at her face. She's staring at you intently, the corners of her mouth threatening to turn into a smile.

"You may sit back now, and bring your legs up if you'd like me to wash them, too." You say to her, knowing the redness of your face is obvious, the cause of it, too.

She sits back down in the tub, leaning against the back to raise one of her legs in the air. You start at her foot, working the cloth in circular motions on the bottom of it, then the top, then her ankle. You run the cloth up her smooth calf, the bottoms of her thigh that isn't under the water. When you finish, you push her leg down gently, signaling that it's time for the other one.

When the entire process is finished, you note that the water has begun to grow cold. "Let's wash your hair out quickly now, I don't want you to have to have a cold bath."

Manon gives a soft "Hmm" in agreement, sitting forward so that you can wash her hair.

You try and work quickly, but her hair is so long and thick. When her hair finally feels void of conditioner and soap, you stand up. Reaching for the drain, you pull it up and allow the water to begin to escape.

You can feel Manon's eyes tracking every move you make, and you work hard to not look at her, knowing your eyes will stray.

"I will grab you a towel, shall I also find you a nightgown to wear, my Queen?"

"The gown won't be necessary." Her voice is husky, and you shiver a bit at the thought that Manon prefers to sleep naked.

You nod politely, and scurry off to the chest of drawers in the bathroom. While finding a large towel, you hear what's left of the water splash as Manon steps out of the tub.

As you settle on one soft to give her, you recognize the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Her bare feet are padding the hard ground softly, audibly dripping wet.

You finally turn to face her, towel clutched in your hands. She's looking directly in your eyes and it's difficult not to flinch under her gaze.

She nods to the towel in your arms, "Well, are you going to dry me?"

You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head rapidly. There isn't much distance between the two of you now, but you take the rest of the steps required to close it.

Shaking hands reach out, placing the towel on top of one of her shoulders. She watches you closely, and you keep your eyes trained on her body as you move the towel down, collecting the water droplets. You do the same to the other arm, then you bring the towel to her chest.

As you rub the towel into her skin, you can't stop the desire in your gut from forming as you feel her breasts through the towel. Working your way down, your mouth almost waters at the sight of her cunt and her strong thighs.

You're breathing hard by the time you step around her, drying her back and her ass, too. Her hair is heavy and wet, and when you're done, you wrap the towel around her hair and squeeze, ridding it of the access moisture weighing it down.

When done, you take a step back, admiring her backside for one more second before you bring your eyes back up. "All done, would you like me to clean up the bathroom before I take my leave?" She had dripped a fair amount of water onto the ground as she had approached you.

Manon turns to face you and furrows her brows in confusion. "Leave? Why would you leave? I am still wet, maidservant."

Now, it's your turn to look confused. "I'm sorry, my Queen, but I'm not sure what you mean..."

Manon steps impossibly closer, the two of you nearly chest to chest. She's a head taller than you, so you crane your neck to look up at her. The towel drops from your hands at the sudden proximity, and you wonder if you've done something to really upset her.

Manon moves faster than lightning, her hand darting out to grasp your wrist. You gasp at the suddenness, wondering what she plans to do.

Her grip is tight as she pulls your hand closer to her body, lowering it until your fingers are brushing through the white hair on her cunt, until they're making contact with her wet heat.

"I said, 'I'm still wet, maidservant.' What are you going to do about it?"

Your heart is hammering, wetness immediately beginning to gather between your thighs. Your chest is heaving from where you're breathing heavily, and your hands are trembling. "M-My Queen, I'm so confu-"

Before you can finish your sentence, Manon is surging forward and kissing you passionately. You don't move for a second, too shocked to react. But she's pushing you back until you hit the wall, never releasing your lips from her own.

After a moment, you let your desire take over. Though still muddled with confusion, you close your eyes and give in to the kiss.

It's hot and feverish, desperate and uncontrolled. She's released your hand so that her own can grip your face, and she's pressing her body into yours.

Her tongue begins working at the seams of your lips, and you open them so that your tongue can dance with hers.

She pulls back for a second, letting both of you catch your breath. "Are you still confused?"

"Yes, entirely," Manon laughs at your statement, at the fierce red blush of your cheeks and the confusion in your eyes, "Are you sure that you want... this? To do this with me?"

Manon smirks before speaking, her eyes flitting down to your lips before looking back up at you. "I've found you attractive for a long time, and I see you stealing glances at me when you think I don't notice. Why should we not?"

Your mouth gapes open in shock, unable to form a sentence, you just stutter and make a fool of yourself. The Witch Queen desires... me?

Manon doesn't need a response, though. She knows that you want this.

Her lips attach to yours once again, and she bites on your lip before making her way down. Her lips trail across your jaw, to just underneath your ear, where she takes your earlobe in between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug.

You can't help the moan that escapes you, your hands coming up to grip her upper arms. She continues her descent, sucking harsh marks onto your throat and collarbones.

She peers up at where you've tossed your head back on the wall, where you've let your eyes flutter shut. She grins when they dart open at the feel of her pulling away.

She takes a few steps back, and you let your eyes roam over her naked body in earnest now.

"Beautiful," is what you whisper under your breath at the sight.

"Go into the bedroom, stand at the end of the bed." Manon's orders are direct and leave no room for argument. Not that you would, anyway.

You nod your head, then turn to open the bathroom door, pushing it open and entering the bedroom. You cross the room to stand at the foot of the bed as she instructed, turning to face where she now stands in the doorway.

Her eyes rake over your clothed body, and you grow a bit insecure. Your hair is a bit damp with sweat from the heat of the bathwater, and your plain dress is stained from working in the kitchens.

Manon doesn't seem to mind, though, as she begins walking closer.

You watch how her thighs move with every step she takes, how you can see wetness on the insides of them. You watch her abs flex, her tits bounce, and her face turn wicked.

Then, you spot how she extends her iron claws on her right hand. You swallow hard, eyes zeroing in on the sudden appearance of her natural weapons.

When she's finally close enough to touch you, she brings her hand up, trailing a claw from just underneath your eye, down your throat, and to your collarbone.

She doesn't really use it, though, until she's at the top of your dress.

Quicker than you can blink, she's slashing your dress down the middle. You gasp as it falls to the floor, body instantly struck with the cool air. You bring your arms up, attempting to cover your now bare chest.

Manon will have none of this, though. "I think it's only fair that you're undressed too, no?"

You shiver from the exposure and just stare at her, not responding.

"I asked you a question, maidservant. Do you think it's fair for me to be naked, and for you to not?" She takes another step forward, not breaking eye contact.

Finally, you stutter, "N-No, I-I suppose not."

Manon smirks, it's all malice and no warmth. "Good. Now, drop your arms."

You hesitate for a split second, but you cannot deny that you want her to see you. You want many, many things from the Witch Queen.

You do as she says, bringing your arms back down to your sides.

Instantly, Manon's eyes drag to your chest.

You try not to be insecure. They're large, and gravity has not been kind to them. They're covered in stretch marks, and you cannot help but think of all the teasing you endured growing up, as you filled out your body, growing thick and full.

You wonder if Manon minds, the angry red marks. The fact that your stomach is not flat, that your thighs are dimpled and touching one another.

As if sensing your negative thoughts, Manon places her iron claw, which she's shortened, underneath your chin. She tilts your face up, forcing you to look at her.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Y/N. Tell me, do you want to fuck me, too?"

You swallow, hard. Your heart is pounding, skin flushed with desire.

"Y-yes, my Q-," you stop yourself, remembering how she dislikes the title. "Yes, Manon."

Her grip tightens on your chin, her eyes narrow. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Manon." Your voice is a near whisper, laced with lust. Your eyes flick downwards, to her lips. Lips you very much want to kiss again.

And so, you do. Leaning forward, Manon drops your chin as your lips meet, instead choosing to wrap her arms around your bare frame. Your plush body meets her toned one, and it feels like a fire's been lit in your belly at the feel of her nakedness against your own.

Manon's hands wander down your body, claws shredding your flimsy underwear, the last item on your body. Her hands knead your full ass, and you moan into her mouth at the touch. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, taking your make out further for a few moments, before she's pushing you down onto the bed.

You hit the mattress with a small huff, and Manon pulls away from your lips to trail kisses downwards. Her lips begin sucking a mark under the curve of your jaw, leaving small red and purple splotches in her wake as she covers the expanse of your throat and collarbones.

She continues, leaving open-mouthed kisses across the top of your chest. Her hands come up, pushing your large breasts into cleavage as she kneads and toys with a nipple. Her mouth occupies the other one, sucking and lightly nibbling with her teeth.

You're writhing on the bed underneath her, quiet pants of her name falling from your lips as you tangle your fingers in her hair. She releases your nipple with a pop, bringing her eyes up to meet your gaze.

"What do you want, kitty?" Her mouth covers your other nipple, removing her hands to give it the same wet attention as the other breast.

Your chest arches into her mouth. "More, please," you moan, aware of how pathetic you sound.

She smiles against your breast, it's devious and it makes your wet heat throb. She pulls away, sitting up and pinching at your nipples with both of her hands, aided by the wetness her mouth has left.

Her eyes take in your body, your swollen lips, red and parted as you pant. Your chest, covered in her marks, full breasts bouncing as your chest heaves. She bites her lip and smirks. "You're fucking hot, Y/N, do you know that?"

You shake your head no, and she growls a bit in disappointment. She shuffles down your body, gripping your thick thighs and pulling them open. She groans at the sight of your cunt, your pubic hair glistening with your arousal. The smell hits her, and her mouth waters with the need to taste you.

One of her hands travels the large expanse of your stomach, squeezing the flesh of your hips and curves. She trails across your bellybutton, and brings her thumb down to the hood of your clit. She places pressure there, but not nearly enough. Nevertheless, you whine at the jolt of pleasure, bucking your hips.

She hisses, her other hand grabbing one of your thighs, digging her nails in just a bit. A warning, for you to stay still.

She spreads your legs even wider, then settles onto her stomach between your thighs. Your eyes go wide at what she's about to do, and she makes sure to make eye contact as she spreads your lips apart with her thumbs, purses her lips, and spits right onto your clit. You gasp at the dirtiness of the action, and Manon grins in wicked delight.

"I'm gonna make this cunt mine, understand?"

You nod your head rapidly, wanting nothing more than to belong wholly to Manon.

Clearly, this displeases her. She lands a smack to your pussy, and you jump at the sting, whining at the pleasurable pain. She glares at you, "I said, do you understand?"

You groan in frustration, "Yes, yes, I understand!"

She hums, finally satisfied. "Good, and don't you dare move too much."

And with that, she's lowering her mouth to your cunt. She licks a few stripes with her tongue, from your sopping wet hole, to your swollen clit, and back again. Her strokes are light and teasing, and they have you biting your lip at the gentleness of it.

Then, she flicks her tongue along your clit, hard, up and down motions. You jerk, and again, she's digging her claws into your thigh. This time, you get the faint sensation she may have drawn blood.

She pulls back, and you look down, just to see her lick her lips and mumble against your lips, "Whose pussy is this?"

She sucks your clit into her mouth, hard, but slow sucks on the bundle of nerves. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed, "Yours, Manon, it's yours."

She sucks faster at your response, then brings an unclawed hand up, pushing her middle finger into your entrance. Despite how wet you are, you're still so tight, so she pushes slowly, eventually burying her slender finger into your contracting walls.

She holds still, focusing on working your clit with her mouth, until she slowly starts to gently thrust. Her pace is torturous, and when you finally moan out a cry for more, she begins to thrust faster. Her mouth hasn't left your throbbing clit once, and a coil is winding in the pit of your belly.

She can feel you clenching, hear your moans grow louder and louder. When she adds a second finger, curling in a come-hither motion, your arching off the bed, hands flying to her hair, pushing her deeper into your pussy. You expect her to scold you for it, but she moans against you, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it.

When you become dangerously close to falling over the edge, you moan Manon's name, "I'm gonna cum, Manon, fuck."

She nods slightly against you, fingers fucking you wildly, mouth sloppily working your clit.

You cum all over her face, tightening around her fingers, chest heaving and a loud cry of her name falling from your lips. You're moaning with reckless abandon, uncaring if someone were to hear how well she's fucking you.

You're coming down from your high, but Manon isn't stopping. She pulls her fingers from your cunt, only to move her mouth down, choosing to fuck you with her tongue, now. You gasp, and try to push her head away due to the oversensitivity. She growls a warning into your heat, swatting your hands away, then using her fingers on your throbbing clit.

Quicker than before, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm. You're panting her name like its a prayer, mumbling, "'S'too much, fuck, Manon."

Manon doesn't care. Her plan was to show you who your pussy belongs to, and she continues to do exactly that.

Between her wet muscle rapidly fucking in and out of you, and her fingers rubbing harsh, tight circles on your clit, it's no surprise you don't last long. For the second time in just a matter of minutes, you're climaxing all over your Queen's face and hand.

This time, she relents, allowing you to come down, slowing her pace, before pulling away from you completely. You sigh in satisfaction, raising your head to look down at her, still laid between your spread legs.

She looks to your thigh, and you follow her gaze, confirming that she had, indeed, drawn blood with her clawed grip. You don't mind, it's not much of anything, just a few trickling droplets.

Your mouth drops open, eyebrows raising just a fraction when Manon leans in and licks the drying blood from where it's ran down the expanse of your thigh. And even though you'd just had two very intense orgasms, the sight makes your lower belly ache, full with desire for her all over again.

Manon rises to her knees, climbing back up your body. She braces herself on her hands, hovering above you, just barely out of reach. You huff at the tease, reaching up to grab her and pull her down.

She chuckles into your mouth as you kiss her, tasting your desire still on her tongue. Your hands roam her back, feeling the toned muscles. She sits herself on your lower abdomen, and you move farther down, kneading her ass and hips.

When she moans, you take the opportunity to pull back, tugging on her lower lip with your teeth.

You work your way up, until your hands land on her perky breasts. You massage them, rubbing your thumbs back and forth over her pretty pink nipples.

"You gonna let me make you cum, now?" You ask, husky and thick.

She smirks, biting her lip at the stimulation to her nipples. "Hmm, I suppose so."

You quickly rise to a sitting position, Manon leaning back to allow you to move easier. You lean forward like a woman starved, desperate to taste her skin.

You pull a nipple into your mouth, tugging it with your teeth before soothing it with your tongue. Manon's hands fly to your hair, urging you deeper into her chest. One hand works her other nipple while the other squeezes her ass.

Manon's pants and sighs urge you on, bringing your mouth to the other nipple to give it the same attention.

Eventually, Manon pushes you back down by your shoulders, shooting you a grin before she starts making her way up your body. You realize exactly what she's planning, and your stomach flutters in excitement. While she's adjusting herself, you give her ass a small smack, hoping she likes that. When she shoots a glare down at you, you grin, knowing she's not truly upset you. You file away that information for later, that Manon likes a bit of hitting, because you are truly hoping that this happens again sometime.

When her knees are on either side of your head, you place your hands on her thighs, bracing her and urging her to lower herself down. She sees how you eye her wet cunt, and she grabs some of your hair in her hand, making you look up at her.

"Are you gonna make me cum, kitty?"

You nod enthusiastically, licking your lips in anticipation. She hums, then finally, she lowers her hips.

You waste no time, licking through her lips excitedly. She jumps at the contact, then settles back down. You work through the length of her cunt a few times, one hand moving to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her deeper into your mouth.

Your tongue begins working quick circles around her clit, and she starts moving her hips back and forth along your tongue. You hum into her heat, encouraging her to ride your face like she clearly wants to. You pull away for a brief second to catch your breath and mumble, "Make me yours Manon, use me however you want," before you're burying your face into her wetness once again.

Manon doesn't need to be told twice, grinding herself down, riding your pretty face the way she'd been wanting to for so long. You moan into her, and the vibration quickly brings her closer to the edge.

You slip your tongue into her entrance, your nose nudging her clit with each roll of her hips, encouraged by the firm grip you have on her hip and ass.

"Fuck, Y/N," Manon moans, her head tossed back and eyes closed shut. You can tell from her voice that she's so close, and you pull your hand back and land another smack to her ass to encourage her. She gasps, and after a few more rolls of her hips, she's gushing all over your face. You lap at her cunt softly as she comes down from her high, eager to continue if that's what she wants.

But, Manon sits herself back up, panting at the intensity of her orgasm. She moves back down, then she bends so that she can connect your lips once more in a kiss. This time, the kiss is softer, not as full of heat as the others had been.

She moves to lay beside you on the bed, but hovers above you, pecking your lips several times before you speak. "Are you done already?" Your voice has a teasing tone to it, and you bite your lip to hold back a smile. "I think it's only fair you get to cum twice too, yes?"

Manon grins, clearly pleased that you care so much about her pleasure. "Maybe I wanted this to be more about you than it is about me?"

Your eyebrows scrunch in a bit of confusion, wondering why she seems to care so much for you.

She senses the question you don't dare to ask, and she tucks a loose lock of hair behind your ear before speaking. "You've always caught my eye, Y/N, since I met you. And in more ways than just your looks. Is it so surprising someone would be interested in you?"

You want to say, yes, it is surprising someone could be attracted to me. But that isn't what confuses you the most. "Y-You're the... Queen..."

Manon raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say, "So what?"

"What does that matter? I'm still a person with desires, like anyone else."

You can tell by her tone and the look in her eye that she's sincere, if not by the attention she'd just paid to your body. You nod, not sure how to respond with words.

She kisses you again, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her still bare chest.

"Get used to this, maidservant, we will be doing this again."

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Would u be willing to do a Malide first time fic? only if you're comfortable with it of course🥰

First Time

A/N: Yes! I love this idea! Thanks so much for the request, anon! Also, this requester did give permission for the request to be changed to Manon x reader, so that's what this fic will be :)

CW: Smut! 18+ plz!

You're sat on Manon's bad, lazily making out with the white-haired witch, as you've done numerous times before. The two of you had started dating months ago, but had fallen in love years before that. The war hadn't really allowed any time for relationships, and it wasn't until the dust had settled that Manon confessed her feelings, and you told her you felt the same.

Manon didn't do relationships. But, she'd also never been in love before. You changed everything for her. However, you had also never been in a relationship before, and everything was new to you. You told Manon you wanted to take it slow, and of course, she accepted that with no issue. You ended up confessing to her that you were a virgin, worried she'd be disappointed. But, she'd just given you a wicked smirk, and told you that she was happy she'd be the only person to ever touch you in that way, and that she'd wait as long as you needed.

She never pushed you too far, never made you uncomfortable. And lately, you'd been exploring things without actually having sex. You'd take your shirts off while kissing, and Manon would suck on your breasts, littering your chest with love bites. She let you explore her body as well, and you'd gotten to know how to pinch and pull Manon's nipples enough to make her growl into your mouth. She'd brought you to an orgasm twice, once by grinding your legging-clad cunt onto her thigh, and once when she played with your pussy through your panties. You had felt guilty for not doing anything for her, and she shushed you with a kiss before taking her pants off and fingering herself right in front of you, while you squeezed at her tits.

So, you two hadn't had sex yet, but you hadn't not been intimate. Now, though, you're ready. And you plan to tell Manon that, that you finally want to have sex with her.

She slips her tongue into your mouth, and you moan at the intrusion. Her hands slide up your sides, ghost over your ribs, until her thumbs rub at the undersides of your breasts.

"Can I take your shirt off, kitty?" She mumbles into your mouth, and then laughs when you nod eagerly.

She pulls your shirt over your head, and her eyes land on your bare breasts. "So beautiful," she says, making you blush at the praise.

She lays you down so that you're flat on your back, and so that she can hover over you. She reconnects your lips, one of her hands coming up to roll a nipple between her fingers. You gasp at the stimulation, making her grin. "Feel good, kitty?"

You hum, and tangle a hand into her hair and pull her back so that you can look at her. She looks confused, but before she can ask what's wrong, you say, "I-I'm ready, Manon."

She stills, and one of her eyebrows quirks up. "Ready for what, little one?"

You squirm, feeling shy about saying it. "You know what Manon," you run one of your hands along her arm, over her still clothed chest. You try to pull her down for a kiss, but she doesn't budge.

"Words, Y/N, that's how this works. Tell me what you're ready for." And she's completely serious. Your heart flutters at how dedicated she is to making sure you're comfortable.

"I-I want to have sex... if you want to, too, I mean," your voice is quiet, and you can't make eye contact.

Then, you feel Manon's body start to shake a bit. You look up at her, and you see that she's holding in laughter.

"Manon!" You whine, smacking her arm out of embarrassment.

"Hmm, I'm sorry, sweetheart, you just sounded so sweet asking me," she bends to nuzzle her face into your neck. "Of course I want to have sex with you, Y/N," she mumbles into your skin before planting a kiss on your throat and pulling away again. "I just want to make sure that it's what you want."

You bite your lip and nod. "I'm ready, Manon, I promise."

She bites her lip, her eyes roam your face, your throat, your chest. She bends to press a loving kiss to your lips, before her lips trail downwards, pressing kisses to your chin, your throat, and along your collarbones.

She kisses and licks at your chest, one hand coming up to squeeze at a breast while her mouth sucks marks onto the other. Your hands fly up and into her hair, your back arches into her mouth. Soft whines fall from your lips as Manon wraps her mouth around a nipple, sucking and tugging with her teeth. She releases with a wet pop, then turns her attention to your other breast.

"Manon," you moan, "s'not fair that you've got your shirt on still."

She chuckles around your peaked nipple, looking up at you through her eyelashes. She sits up, straddling your waist. Immediately, your hands fly to her hips, gripping her tight, like you're worried she'll stop. She gives a few slow rolls of her hips, her eyes trained on your tits as they move from the soft motion. "I suppose it isn't fair, hmm?" And then she's pulling her tunic over her head, undoing the band across her chest and throwing them somewhere across the room.

Her breasts are perky, her light pink nipples already hardened from her arousal. Your mouth waters with the need to taste her, and you feel wetness gather between your legs as you watch Manon begin to play with her own tits.

You whine, sliding your hands up her sides, batting her hands away so that you can touch her. She laughs, "Spoiled, are we?"

"Wanna touch you, Manon," is your response, and you sit up, braced on an elbow with one hand around Manon's back, pushing her down so that you can reach her with your mouth.

She hums when you suck a nipple into your mouth, her fingers carding through your hair, scratching your scalp. "So good for me, you know that, baby?" And the praise makes you feel giddy, intoxicated by your lover.

She notices how your eyes flutter, how you begin working her breasts harder, how you groan, and she smirks. "You like that, kitty? You like being my good girl?"

You nod against her chest, releasing her nipple to press kisses along her sternum.

"Then lay back for me, sweetheart, let me take care of you," she coos, and you don't even consider disobeying her. You lay flat on the bed, your head cushioned by the pillows. She climbs off of you and hooks her fingers into your pants, and you lift your hips to help her as she pulls them off.

When you're left in just your panties, Manon smiles, her hands rubbing your thighs. "Bet your pussy's so pretty baby, gonna let me see?"

Her dirty words make you whine, and your hands come up to cover your chest in a moment of shyness. "Manon," you whimper, and are met with her wicked laugh.

"Don't start hiding from me now, kitty, put your arms down."

Slowly, you do as she says, and you make eye contact with her as she presses a finger onto your covered clit. You jolt at the contact, and she starts rubbing softly, up and down movements.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to taste you? How much I've dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt?"

You gasp, your hips bucking as she rubs harder. "M-Manon, please," though you're not sure what you're begging for.

She hums and pulls her finger away, trailing it along the seam of your underwear, grazing the skin of your cunt but not quite exposing you. "Can I take these off, gorgeous?"

"Please, please take them off," you say, spreading your legs to make it easier for her. She smiles, bending to place a kiss onto the wet patch your arousal has left on your underwear. She hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, her eyes staring intently as she finally gets to take in your pretty pink pussy. Your hair is sticky with your essence, and your panties stick a bit as she pulls them out from under your ass. Her mouth is practically watering at the sight, at the scent of your desire.

"This pussy is mine," she growls, "no one else is ever gonna touch this little cunt, Y/N, do you understand?"

You squirm under her attention, your hands fist the sheets. "Y-Yes Manon, all yours, I promise," you stutter, your breath coming out in soft little pants.

Manon press a kiss to your knee as she settles on her stomach between your legs. She looks up at you and says "I love you, baby," before she's roughly pushing your legs apart.

You squeal at the suddenness of it, but your heart is pounding at the admission. It's not the first time you've exchanged I love you's, but it weighs heavier when you're about to make love for the first time.

"I-I love you too, Manon, so much," you bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows so that you can watch her.

She starts by trailing kisses along your inner thighs, sucking red and purple marks onto the soft flesh. One hand grips the point where your thigh meets your pelvis, ensuring you stay spread open, and the other wanders up and finds your hand, lacing your fingers together. Again, your heart swells at the display of love.

When she finally makes her way to your cunt, she looks you in the eye before she presses a gentle kiss to your mound. It's not exploratory, it doesn't really feel like much, but it's another way she's showing you how much she adores you, and how serious she was about you belonging to her.

She breaks your hand hold to bring her fingers up to your cunt. "Ready, kitty?" she asks, and you laugh at the question, as if you'd back out now. She seems to sense the train of thought, and she grows serious. "You tell me, at any point, that you want to stop, and I will. No questions asked. Okay?"

You blush, smile, and resist the urge to break the intense eye contact. "I understand, Manon, thank you."

She hums, then she turns her attention back to your throbbing heat. Using her thumbs, she spreads your lips open, watching as slick seeps out of your tight hole. She groans at the sight, "Such a pretty pussy, my love," then she presses a gentle kiss to your exposed clit.

You gasp, and she runs her tongue from your bundle of nerves down to your entrance. Again and again she licks stripes, slowly growing bolder the more you whine and buck your hips.

When she pulls off, she says, "You taste so good, better than I imagined, kitty." She starts exploring with her fingers again, smearing your wetness all around. "Does this feel good?" she asks, to which you nod.

"You always make me feel good, Manon," you pant, and she kisses your clit again in thanks. But rather than tease, she begins slowly working the nerves in her mouth. She sucks softly, flicking it with her tongue in up and down motions. The pleasure makes you cry out, your back arching off the bed. On instinct, your thighs begin to close, but Manon is quick to wrench your legs back open.

The sounds her mouth is making are lewd, wet slurping filling the room. You call out her name as she increases the pace, as she begins eating your cunt in earnest. Her tongue travels down to dart inside of your aching hole, and she places sloppy kisses all over your mound.

"Oh, fuck Manon, mmm don't stop," you cry out, hands tangled in her hair. You feel her smile against you, and she starts sucking hard. Your chest is heaving, and you're so so close to falling over the edge. Manon seems to sense that you just need a little bit more, so she reaches a hand up to slide over your stomach, your ribs, until she reaches your tits. She squeezes them, then starts pinching and tugging at your peaked nipples.

The added stimulation has you near squealing, and your hips buck against her face wildly as you climax. You can feel your arousal gush out of your pulsing cunt, and you can feel Manon lap up every drop. Her hand stays on your chest as you come down, and she only pulls off of you when you start squirming at the overstimulation.

"How was it, baby girl?" Manon coos, climbing up your body to lay on top of you. Your hands wrap around her form, rubbing her back and hugging her to your sweaty body.

"That was amazing, Manon," you reach to press a gentle kiss to her lips, mumbling, "I love you" into her mouth.

She hums and deepens the kiss, instigating yet another makeout session between the two of you. Truly, there's nothing you love more than kissing Manon.

Your hands travel down to her firm ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze before running along the length of her spine, up until your fingers tangle into her hair. She rubs your ribs, cradles your cheek, and slips her tongue into your mouth when you groan.

In a brief moment of confidence, you decide to suck Manon's tongue into your mouth, the taste of your essence still lingering. Manon moans in surprise, and you swear you hear her release a growl from deep within her chest.

She kisses you again, hard and passionate, then she tugs on your lower lip with her teeth when she pulls away.

She admires your red and swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, your sweaty brow, before she asks, "Are you ready for more, kitty?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, truly, you thought that maybe that was all she had planned for taking your virginity. If the wicked glint to her eyes were any indication, you were very, very wrong.

"M-More?" you stutter, but your pussy's already growing wetter at the idea of Manon making you cum again.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Manon laughs, sitting up again, straddling your body as she makes her way down.

"No, kitty, there's so much more I have to show you," then she's wrenching your legs open again.

She settles on her knees between your spread thighs, but before she lays on her stomach, she unbuttons her pants. She locks eyes with you as she runs her fingers through your slick, collecting your arousal before she's shoving her hand into her own pants.

The sight is erotic, Manon touching herself with your cum on her fingers. Her eyes grow hooded as she rubs harsh circles on her clit, and she bites her lip at the sight of you naked, spread out, needy, and ready for her to truly make love to you for the first time. When her wrist curls and her breathing grows more ragged, you know that she's got her fingers stuffed inside of her.

"Manon, let me," you whine, your toes curling and hands fisting the sheets out of sexual frustration.

She clicks her tongue, then pulls her hand out of her pants. Her fingers glisten, soaked with her sticky cum, and you so badly want to suck them clean.

"This is about you, gorgeous," is how she responds, before she stands up and wriggles out of her pants and underwear.

When she takes a step forward to rejoin you on the bed, you can see her arousal shining on the insides of her thighs. Her white hair is curled with the wetness, making your mouth water with the desire to taste her, to feast the way she had with you.

Your eyes trail from her toned thighs, to her pretty cunt, to her slender midsection, to her perky tits, delicate collarbones, and then finally, to her lethal looks that you had fallen for from the first time you'd met her.

"You're stunning, Manon, I'm so lucky."

She climbs back onto the bed, rewarding you with a sweet kiss and a "Thank you, baby," before again, she lays between your spread legs. Your stomach clenches with excitement, wondering if Manon's going to use her mouth again. But, she has another idea.

"Do you want to try and take my fingers, kitty?" she asks, peering up at you through hooded eyes.

You inhale sharply, your cunt aching with need at the idea of Manon stuffing you full. "Y-Yes, yes, please."

"Hmmm, and you'll tell me to stop if it gets to be too much?"

You nod rapidly, "I promise, my love."

She grins, then lowers her mouth to your clit. She starts with gentle suckling, knowing you're still a bit sensitive from your first orgasm. She licks in soft motions, again, pushing her tongue into your hole. You're tight, so she hopes to make the intrusion easier for you by mouthing at you first.

She continues to lap at your cunt, soft and slow, not enough to bring you to climax but just to make you wet and ready for her to take you. You moan and call her name softly, and she decides that you're ready to try.

One of her hands comes up, her thumb rubbing a few soft circles onto your clit before her hand moves down, posed at your entrance. You rise to your elbows, watching intently as Manon locks eyes with you, as she begins to slowly push her middle finger into your entrance.

The feeling is foreign, and it makes you tense up, your inner walls clenching and making it difficult for Manon to move. She tries to push past the first knuckle, but you jolt and release a hiss at the sensation.

Immediately, she's on guard. "Did I hurt you, Y/N?"

You shake your head. "No, no, you'd never hurt me. It just... it jus'feels weird."

Manon furrows her brows, she licks your clit a few times in an effort to get you to loosen up. "You have to relax, sweetheart, or it's going to hurt," she mumbles into your heat, and you nod your head because of course, she's right.

"I'll be gentle, just gotta breathe and relax," Manon sucks on your clit now, and your head falls back as you allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure. You grow wetter, your tight walls expanding to take more. Manon feels you grow more relaxed, so she pushes in farther, until she reaches the second knuckle.

You wince at the feeling, never having been so full before. Really, you feel a bit silly, knowing that many females sleep with males, and that their... appendages... are much larger than Manon's slender finger. You imagine a day when Manon stuffs you with three or four of her fingers, though today is not that day.

When Manon's entire finger is enveloped by your heat, she peppers kisses all along your cunt. "You're so tight, little one, you can hardly take me, huh?" she sounds sweet, though you know there's a bit of a mocking edge.

You whine, your cunt pulsing around her. "I can take it, promise," you tell her, worried she's disappointed in how much of a process this has been.

She shushes you, pressing a fat wet kiss to the inside of your thigh to soothe you. "I know you can, baby, so proud of you, so happy to be the only one who gets to have you like this, yeah? All mine?"

You nod, one fist clenching the bedsheets and the other hand coming up to brush Manon's hair out of her face. You brush your thumb along her cheek, and she turns her head to plant a kiss to your palm.

"All yours, Manon, always. Are you mine, too?"

She playfully nips at your thigh, and you giggle, then gasp when the movement makes you all too aware of Manon's finger still pressed inside your cunt.

"Of course I am, kitty, you know that," then she's attaching her mouth to your clit again, sucking harder than before. Your head falls back, mouth in an 'O' shape as she begins to work you. Slowly, her finger begins to move, pulling out of your cunt just to the middle knuckle before gently pushing back in.

You groan at the sensation, making Manon grow bolder, retracting her finger until just the tip is nestled inside your entrance before she pushes back in.

"Mmmm, Manon," you moan, and she smiles around your bundle of nerves. She starts flicking her tongue back and forth, and your back arches off the bed at the increase in pleasure.

Then, she gives an experimental curl of her finger. You jump as her finger reaches a part of your cunt you hadn't known existed, and Manon smirks as she locates that spongey spot inside of you that has you keening.

"Not too much, kitty?"

You shake your head, "No, no," your head trashes along the pillow, "Don't stop, please, baby, I can take it."

"Can you take another finger?"

She slows her movements to a near total stop as she waits for your answer, and you grow shy all over again. As good as she's making you feel, it's been an adjustment, and you'd prefer to wait until you took anymore.

"I-I don't think so, n-not right now, I'm sor-"

Manon snarls, and it catches you by surprise, terrified you'd disappointed her.

"Don't apologize, Y/N, I told you to tell me what you could handle, and you did."

You still look stunned, and Manon's face softens. "I'm proud of you, gorgeous, I don't expect anything from you, you know that."

You smile softly at her, your worries soothed, but the ache in your lower belly still roars. You wiggle your hips in an effort to urge Manon on, and she chuckles at your eagerness.

She resumes her pace, sucking hard on your clit, thrusting and curling her finger not fast enough to overwhelm you, but not slow enough that you're wanting more. In short, everything is perfect, and you grow closer and closer to your orgasm as Manon keeps mouthing your clit and stimulating that spot deep inside of you.

Your hands in her hair push her deeper into your pussy, and you hardly notice that your hips have practically begun riding her hand and face.

"I'm g-gonna cum, Manon, fuck," you cry out, your back arching off the bed, breasts heaving with your heavy pants.

"Cum for me, kitty, give it to me," Manon mumbles, and the vibration from her voice sends you over the edge. Manon groans as your cunt flutters wildly around her finger, your cum leaking out of you and dripping onto her hand, her wrist. She watches your pulsing walls continue to take her finger as she helps you ride out your climax, and she gives a few kitten licks to your swollen clit before she pulls off and out of you entirely.

You're still breathing hard when Manon comes to lay by your side. Your arm is thrown over your eyes, a hand braced on your chest in an effort to calm your pounding heart. You hear Manon begin to chuckle, and you turn to look at her, smiling at her delight.

"Was that okay, sweetheart?" she asks, a teasing tone to her voice. She's all too aware of how incredible of a first time it was for you.

You nod your head, unable to speak, still out of breath.

She grins, rolling over to rest half of her naked body on yours. "I love you, Y/N, I'm so proud of you, so happy to have shared this with you," then she places a kiss on your chest.

Your heart swells, and tears nearly spring to your eyes at her tenderness. Manon is not a romantic, everyone told you that. She's cold, mean, harsh, unforgiving, rough. And yes, she certainly is. But, she's also in love with you. The way she treats you is not the way she treats anyone else, not even her closest friends and advisors. This kindness, the softness, is reserved for you and you only.

"Love you, s'much," you mumble, reaching your head to peck her on the lips.

She pulls away when you attempt to deepen the kiss, and you pout, eager for her to have her turn. "Wanna make you feel good, too," you say, running your hands along her body, getting a handful of her ass.

She shakes her head. "This was about you, we can worry about me another night, you're tired, and I need to get you in the bath," then she tries to sit up and get off the bed.

You're quick to grab her, pulling her back down on top of you. "Nooo," you whine, "I wanna worry about you now, s'not fair, want you to cum, too."

She rolls her eyes, playful, but you don't miss the way her hips buck against your leg. "It's really not necessary, Y/N. I'm perfectly fine."

"I want to see you cum, Manon, please?"

She sighs, never able to resist your pout. "Fine, fine, you're so needy, huh?"

You pinch her ass for the comment, and she nips at your throat in response, laughing into your skin.

"You look so pretty when you cum, wanna see you," you tell her, mesmerized as she sits astride you. Your eyes instantly trail across her chest, your hands coming up to grope her breasts and tweak her nipples. She arches into your hands, and your eyes move lower, across her milky smooth skin, to where her wet cunt rests on your lower stomach.

One of your hands continues its work on her tits, but the other ghosts down her sternum, her abdomen, through her white curls, and she leans back slightly to allow you access to her clit. Your thumb spreads apart her crease and presses gently on the pink nub, mimicking the slow circular movements she used on you. She hums, but you can't take your eyes off her pretty pussy to look at her face, to see if she's enjoying your amateur touch.

"This okay?" you ask shyly, and are rewarded with Manon beginning to roll her hips.

"Sweet little thing, aren't you?" she praises, and if you had another orgasm in you, you'd be begging her to get you off again with her kind words.

Her wetness smears across your stomach, and Manon orders you to raise your knees so that she can brace herself on them. You oblige, and when she leans farther back, you get a better view of her cunt. Arousal trickles out of her hole, and you catch it with a finger, daring to push it into her entrance.

She moans when you do, and you slide in to the last knuckle easily, her walls accommodating the intrusion in a way yours had not. Your thumb takes over working her clit, and Manon keeps bucking her hips to meet the movements of your hands.

"Another finger, baby, fill me up," she groans, and you listen, now both your middle and forefinger filling her cunt. Her pussy makes wet sloshing sounds as she rides your hand, and she brings one of her own hands up to play with her tits while you focus on her heat.

"T-Tell me what else to do, Manon, wanna make it good," you say, which elicits a growl from your lover, clearly pleased with your desire to learn how to pleasure her.

"Curl your fingers, love, just like I did for you."

You do, making a 'come hither' motion, which has Manon throwing her head back and riding you faster. You begin to meet her thrusts, fucking her with your fingers and curling them at a steady pace. You increase the pressure to her clit, and Manon releases lewd moans, calling out, "So good, baby," which has you working faster.

"I love you Manon, gods, you're so sexy, all mine," and like magic, your words seem to be her undoing. She cries out at the praise, riding you hard and fast for a few more thrusts before her body tenses, her cunt pulsing wildly around your fingers, her wetness soaking your hand. She moans throughout her climax, and you continue to move your hand slowly, even when Manon's stopped her own movements.

When she comes down from her high, she raises up, your hand slipping out of her. She settles on her knees beside you, and watches with blown pupils as you bring your hand to your mouth, finally getting a taste of what you've so badly craved all night.

She looks at you with pure, feral delight, smiling with her teeth, her canines sharper than usual.

"Never expected my girl to be so dirty," she says, hovering above you, kissing you deeply on the mouth.

You giggle, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheeks. "Was that okay? I know I don't have any experience, and that I can't really compare to... other lovers you may have had.. but I hop-"

"Stop," Manon cuts you off, harsh and stern. "You were perfect, and I had no expectations going into this. We're going to learn each other's bodies with all the time in the world that we have, so stop worrying about it."

You're a bit stunned, but it soothes your worries instantly. "Okay," you whisper, nodding your head, "if you're sure."

She kisses your forehead. "Of course I'm sure, when do I ever lie?"

That makes you laugh, it bubbles out of your throat, and you push Manon away playfully with a hand on her chest. She grins, then stands up, making her way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" you call, confused as to why she's not staying for a cuddle.

"I promised you a bath, didn't I?"

And with that, you're out of the bed, chasing after her.

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