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Persephone tried to keep up as well as she could. A woman of little physical exercise or muscle tone, she had only the strength of her back and shoulders from long lessons in posture to keep herself in position as Iason made love to her.
Feeling entirely brazen, heating in the cheeks at the blatant debauchery of how far apart she had to split her thighs, how wide she had to push her knees in order to accommodate his presence between her legs. Her breasts shifted with every thrust; her hair flew over the linen sheets.
Entirely naked, with no covers at all, the two of them mated upon the bed, sideways to its purpose and in the open setting sunlight, without care or worry for who might witness or hear, despite there being no-one in the manor.
As he moved, Iason built a tension deep within her. A coiling sensation that had Persephone's knees draw up, her toes point and her back arch in a powerful yet utterly feminine pose of sensuality.
She kissed him when he came to her but too often where their mouths torn apart by gasps for air, moans of pleasure or the simple need to speak the other's name.
As Iason murmured in her ear, words of affection, Persephone gasped his name in turn. The pinpricks of pain with each motion were nothing beneath that rising pressure of her inner muscles - only the remnants of her virginity, abraded with each stroke.
Unsure what to do with her hands, Persephone braced them on Iason's waist, her hips needing the leverage to keep moving against Iason's which she managed to do for the most part.
As they made love together, the sunshine trailing over their curves and angles as they blended into one, Persephone was worried as Iason appeared once more in pain. She said nothing, however, assuming that any issue would have caused him to stop and was simply lost in the groan that overtook her a moment later, her short and finely treated nails digging into the skin upon his waist.
When Iason finally stilled, his body going rigid and his muscles spasming beneath her touch, Persephone stilled her motions and simply watched his expressions as he cried out her name and spent himself within her. She felt the rush of something wet deep inside, unknowing of whether it came from him or her but thought nothing of it in the moment as he collapsed upon her, his lips finding her neck and jaw, his hands stroking her skin affectionately.
The tension was still inside her and from their time in the meadow Persephone knew that there was release for such a feeling but she had already been given her bliss then. This time, she had wanted to give it to Iason. She was satisfied enough that they had done this act together, for the first time.
When he moved from her, groaning as his body - now limp, she was surprised to note - was withdrawn from hers, Persephone felt a sweep of cold as cool air now brushed against her sensitised and wet skin. So, when Iason moved to draw her close she did not resist rolling onto her side in order to find warmth and comfort in his arms.
She paid no heed to the dampness of the sheets they lay upon, the slickness along her inner thighs or the scarlet mark that tainted both. Who knew love making could be so messy?
Instead, she simply focused on the feel of Iason's arms, the smell of his sweet, clean sweat, and the words he murmured in her ear.
Breaking from where she had propped her forehead upon his chest, Persephone looked up to smile at her new lover.
"So, I still pass muster then?" She enquired sweetly and with a little mischief in her eye. In truth, however, she was nervous of his reactions to something she was so inexperienced in giving. She knew that she could not offer him more than herself in their future union. She did not want that to be in some way a failing also. Reaching up to place a hand upon his cheek, her gaze turned wondrous. "Thank you... for sharing so precious a thing with me."
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Persephone tried to keep up as well as she could. A woman of little physical exercise or muscle tone, she had only the strength of her back and shoulders from long lessons in posture to keep herself in position as Iason made love to her.
Feeling entirely brazen, heating in the cheeks at the blatant debauchery of how far apart she had to split her thighs, how wide she had to push her knees in order to accommodate his presence between her legs. Her breasts shifted with every thrust; her hair flew over the linen sheets.
Entirely naked, with no covers at all, the two of them mated upon the bed, sideways to its purpose and in the open setting sunlight, without care or worry for who might witness or hear, despite there being no-one in the manor.
As he moved, Iason built a tension deep within her. A coiling sensation that had Persephone's knees draw up, her toes point and her back arch in a powerful yet utterly feminine pose of sensuality.
She kissed him when he came to her but too often where their mouths torn apart by gasps for air, moans of pleasure or the simple need to speak the other's name.
As Iason murmured in her ear, words of affection, Persephone gasped his name in turn. The pinpricks of pain with each motion were nothing beneath that rising pressure of her inner muscles - only the remnants of her virginity, abraded with each stroke.
Unsure what to do with her hands, Persephone braced them on Iason's waist, her hips needing the leverage to keep moving against Iason's which she managed to do for the most part.
As they made love together, the sunshine trailing over their curves and angles as they blended into one, Persephone was worried as Iason appeared once more in pain. She said nothing, however, assuming that any issue would have caused him to stop and was simply lost in the groan that overtook her a moment later, her short and finely treated nails digging into the skin upon his waist.
When Iason finally stilled, his body going rigid and his muscles spasming beneath her touch, Persephone stilled her motions and simply watched his expressions as he cried out her name and spent himself within her. She felt the rush of something wet deep inside, unknowing of whether it came from him or her but thought nothing of it in the moment as he collapsed upon her, his lips finding her neck and jaw, his hands stroking her skin affectionately.
The tension was still inside her and from their time in the meadow Persephone knew that there was release for such a feeling but she had already been given her bliss then. This time, she had wanted to give it to Iason. She was satisfied enough that they had done this act together, for the first time.
When he moved from her, groaning as his body - now limp, she was surprised to note - was withdrawn from hers, Persephone felt a sweep of cold as cool air now brushed against her sensitised and wet skin. So, when Iason moved to draw her close she did not resist rolling onto her side in order to find warmth and comfort in his arms.
She paid no heed to the dampness of the sheets they lay upon, the slickness along her inner thighs or the scarlet mark that tainted both. Who knew love making could be so messy?
Instead, she simply focused on the feel of Iason's arms, the smell of his sweet, clean sweat, and the words he murmured in her ear.
Breaking from where she had propped her forehead upon his chest, Persephone looked up to smile at her new lover.
"So, I still pass muster then?" She enquired sweetly and with a little mischief in her eye. In truth, however, she was nervous of his reactions to something she was so inexperienced in giving. She knew that she could not offer him more than herself in their future union. She did not want that to be in some way a failing also. Reaching up to place a hand upon his cheek, her gaze turned wondrous. "Thank you... for sharing so precious a thing with me."
Persephone tried to keep up as well as she could. A woman of little physical exercise or muscle tone, she had only the strength of her back and shoulders from long lessons in posture to keep herself in position as Iason made love to her.
Feeling entirely brazen, heating in the cheeks at the blatant debauchery of how far apart she had to split her thighs, how wide she had to push her knees in order to accommodate his presence between her legs. Her breasts shifted with every thrust; her hair flew over the linen sheets.
Entirely naked, with no covers at all, the two of them mated upon the bed, sideways to its purpose and in the open setting sunlight, without care or worry for who might witness or hear, despite there being no-one in the manor.
As he moved, Iason built a tension deep within her. A coiling sensation that had Persephone's knees draw up, her toes point and her back arch in a powerful yet utterly feminine pose of sensuality.
She kissed him when he came to her but too often where their mouths torn apart by gasps for air, moans of pleasure or the simple need to speak the other's name.
As Iason murmured in her ear, words of affection, Persephone gasped his name in turn. The pinpricks of pain with each motion were nothing beneath that rising pressure of her inner muscles - only the remnants of her virginity, abraded with each stroke.
Unsure what to do with her hands, Persephone braced them on Iason's waist, her hips needing the leverage to keep moving against Iason's which she managed to do for the most part.
As they made love together, the sunshine trailing over their curves and angles as they blended into one, Persephone was worried as Iason appeared once more in pain. She said nothing, however, assuming that any issue would have caused him to stop and was simply lost in the groan that overtook her a moment later, her short and finely treated nails digging into the skin upon his waist.
When Iason finally stilled, his body going rigid and his muscles spasming beneath her touch, Persephone stilled her motions and simply watched his expressions as he cried out her name and spent himself within her. She felt the rush of something wet deep inside, unknowing of whether it came from him or her but thought nothing of it in the moment as he collapsed upon her, his lips finding her neck and jaw, his hands stroking her skin affectionately.
The tension was still inside her and from their time in the meadow Persephone knew that there was release for such a feeling but she had already been given her bliss then. This time, she had wanted to give it to Iason. She was satisfied enough that they had done this act together, for the first time.
When he moved from her, groaning as his body - now limp, she was surprised to note - was withdrawn from hers, Persephone felt a sweep of cold as cool air now brushed against her sensitised and wet skin. So, when Iason moved to draw her close she did not resist rolling onto her side in order to find warmth and comfort in his arms.
She paid no heed to the dampness of the sheets they lay upon, the slickness along her inner thighs or the scarlet mark that tainted both. Who knew love making could be so messy?
Instead, she simply focused on the feel of Iason's arms, the smell of his sweet, clean sweat, and the words he murmured in her ear.
Breaking from where she had propped her forehead upon his chest, Persephone looked up to smile at her new lover.
"So, I still pass muster then?" She enquired sweetly and with a little mischief in her eye. In truth, however, she was nervous of his reactions to something she was so inexperienced in giving. She knew that she could not offer him more than herself in their future union. She did not want that to be in some way a failing also. Reaching up to place a hand upon his cheek, her gaze turned wondrous. "Thank you... for sharing so precious a thing with me."
In the glow of the sunlight with her in his arms, a strange pleasant feeling of utter euphoria mingled with exhaustion settled over his limbs. Iason smiled into her hair, just keeping her close until she spoke and he had to adjust slightly to make a face of disbelief at her. From her expression it was a tease, but as her hand landed on his cheek he felt the need to reassure her as thoroughly as possible. Her thanks that followed brought on another shake of his head
“Yes. Of course. Always.”
Right so his verbal skills were not quite to where he wished they were, but he brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply as if to prove that what he couldn’t verbalize he could still somehow say. Laying back against the sheets, he trailed his hand along the curve of her side, following its progress with his gaze until it landed on her hip and the sight of the blood had him frozen.
“Oh gods…”
Iason felt himself pale slightly at the thought of having hurt her, looking back to her somehow calm expression with a hint of panic in his eyes as he sat up to look her over. The blood on the sheets and her legs wasn’t much but it was crimson enough that his concern kept building. There had been a moment of resistance but he hadn’t noticed her hurt, and that was his fault, he’d done the one thing he’d never wanted to do and harmed her.
“I’ve hurt you, Perse- Im so sorry. I can call for the physician, heat a bath perhaps if I’ve done something..”
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In the glow of the sunlight with her in his arms, a strange pleasant feeling of utter euphoria mingled with exhaustion settled over his limbs. Iason smiled into her hair, just keeping her close until she spoke and he had to adjust slightly to make a face of disbelief at her. From her expression it was a tease, but as her hand landed on his cheek he felt the need to reassure her as thoroughly as possible. Her thanks that followed brought on another shake of his head
“Yes. Of course. Always.”
Right so his verbal skills were not quite to where he wished they were, but he brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply as if to prove that what he couldn’t verbalize he could still somehow say. Laying back against the sheets, he trailed his hand along the curve of her side, following its progress with his gaze until it landed on her hip and the sight of the blood had him frozen.
“Oh gods…”
Iason felt himself pale slightly at the thought of having hurt her, looking back to her somehow calm expression with a hint of panic in his eyes as he sat up to look her over. The blood on the sheets and her legs wasn’t much but it was crimson enough that his concern kept building. There had been a moment of resistance but he hadn’t noticed her hurt, and that was his fault, he’d done the one thing he’d never wanted to do and harmed her.
“I’ve hurt you, Perse- Im so sorry. I can call for the physician, heat a bath perhaps if I’ve done something..”
In the glow of the sunlight with her in his arms, a strange pleasant feeling of utter euphoria mingled with exhaustion settled over his limbs. Iason smiled into her hair, just keeping her close until she spoke and he had to adjust slightly to make a face of disbelief at her. From her expression it was a tease, but as her hand landed on his cheek he felt the need to reassure her as thoroughly as possible. Her thanks that followed brought on another shake of his head
“Yes. Of course. Always.”
Right so his verbal skills were not quite to where he wished they were, but he brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply as if to prove that what he couldn’t verbalize he could still somehow say. Laying back against the sheets, he trailed his hand along the curve of her side, following its progress with his gaze until it landed on her hip and the sight of the blood had him frozen.
“Oh gods…”
Iason felt himself pale slightly at the thought of having hurt her, looking back to her somehow calm expression with a hint of panic in his eyes as he sat up to look her over. The blood on the sheets and her legs wasn’t much but it was crimson enough that his concern kept building. There had been a moment of resistance but he hadn’t noticed her hurt, and that was his fault, he’d done the one thing he’d never wanted to do and harmed her.
“I’ve hurt you, Perse- Im so sorry. I can call for the physician, heat a bath perhaps if I’ve done something..”
Persephone felt a languid ease seep into her muscles. Or, perhaps it was the tensions of their encounter leaving them. Either way, she felt herself relax into Iason's embrace regardless of her reaching her own satiation or not. It felt good to have someone with whom she could share this. This singular secretive thing. Each of them the other's advent into a sensual world.
The entire experience had been a little rushed at the end, overwhelming, a little painful and chaotic in so many ways - physically, emotionally and mentally - that she wasn't yet sure what to make if it all. But that wasn't what was important. It didn't matter whether the execution of the act had been masterful or amateur, satisfying or frustrating, painful or blissful. Or an amalgamation of all of them. What mattered in that moment was that it was an experience they had shared together. Something they had experienced only with one another, in this place and this moment.
Iason's words were soothing as he fell onto the sheets at his back, drawing her with him. No longer afeared by her lack state of indecency - for where was the shame to be had when they were both nude and in receipt of their first merging of bodies - Persephone curled into his side, her arms pinned and cradled between her chest and his side, her knee lifting to rest upon his. She felt the rough hair of his calf upon hers and allowed a secret smile against his skin. A bizarre sense of pride welled up at her courage to be with a man in such a way for the first time.
Listening to Iason's heartbeat, she was blissful in the quiet for a moment, feeling Iason's face in her hair and breathing in the smell of him, as well as a particular scent that seemed to be the musky aroma of their love making. His fingers traced along her side, following the curve of her waist and the rise of her hip, before following the path back again. She felt her skin grow warm at the touch.
Her moment of contentedness was disturbed when Iason muttered a curse and jostled her as he moved to witness what he thought was an injury or rupture that he had caused.
Returning her hand to his cheek and leaning her body in to his in order to keep him where he was, her lips drew together and made a calming noise, as if to still his mind and heart.
"Normal." She said, mimicking his earlier word with a soft smile. Not for the world would she admit to the pain that had accompanied it, for she was sure it had been the usual virginal experience and nothing more. She would not have him feel blame or contrition for a matter of anatomy. "It exists only as proof that none came before you, husband." She said with a soft smile, her fingers stroking at his face and neck.
She wished she had witnessed him more during their coupling. That she had watched his face and expressions. The entire event had been so momentous to the both of them they had been distracted by their own experiences. She regretted nothing of their first time but looking into his blue eyes now, connecting with him in this way, she wished there had been time to come together as communicating equals. Perhaps next time... They had plenty of time after all.
Reaching up further upon his face, Persephone brushed her fingertips through the hair at Iason's temple, an affectionate gesture that she hoped conveyed her care, her gratitude and her desired connection with the man who had claimed her virginity.
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Persephone felt a languid ease seep into her muscles. Or, perhaps it was the tensions of their encounter leaving them. Either way, she felt herself relax into Iason's embrace regardless of her reaching her own satiation or not. It felt good to have someone with whom she could share this. This singular secretive thing. Each of them the other's advent into a sensual world.
The entire experience had been a little rushed at the end, overwhelming, a little painful and chaotic in so many ways - physically, emotionally and mentally - that she wasn't yet sure what to make if it all. But that wasn't what was important. It didn't matter whether the execution of the act had been masterful or amateur, satisfying or frustrating, painful or blissful. Or an amalgamation of all of them. What mattered in that moment was that it was an experience they had shared together. Something they had experienced only with one another, in this place and this moment.
Iason's words were soothing as he fell onto the sheets at his back, drawing her with him. No longer afeared by her lack state of indecency - for where was the shame to be had when they were both nude and in receipt of their first merging of bodies - Persephone curled into his side, her arms pinned and cradled between her chest and his side, her knee lifting to rest upon his. She felt the rough hair of his calf upon hers and allowed a secret smile against his skin. A bizarre sense of pride welled up at her courage to be with a man in such a way for the first time.
Listening to Iason's heartbeat, she was blissful in the quiet for a moment, feeling Iason's face in her hair and breathing in the smell of him, as well as a particular scent that seemed to be the musky aroma of their love making. His fingers traced along her side, following the curve of her waist and the rise of her hip, before following the path back again. She felt her skin grow warm at the touch.
Her moment of contentedness was disturbed when Iason muttered a curse and jostled her as he moved to witness what he thought was an injury or rupture that he had caused.
Returning her hand to his cheek and leaning her body in to his in order to keep him where he was, her lips drew together and made a calming noise, as if to still his mind and heart.
"Normal." She said, mimicking his earlier word with a soft smile. Not for the world would she admit to the pain that had accompanied it, for she was sure it had been the usual virginal experience and nothing more. She would not have him feel blame or contrition for a matter of anatomy. "It exists only as proof that none came before you, husband." She said with a soft smile, her fingers stroking at his face and neck.
She wished she had witnessed him more during their coupling. That she had watched his face and expressions. The entire event had been so momentous to the both of them they had been distracted by their own experiences. She regretted nothing of their first time but looking into his blue eyes now, connecting with him in this way, she wished there had been time to come together as communicating equals. Perhaps next time... They had plenty of time after all.
Reaching up further upon his face, Persephone brushed her fingertips through the hair at Iason's temple, an affectionate gesture that she hoped conveyed her care, her gratitude and her desired connection with the man who had claimed her virginity.
Persephone felt a languid ease seep into her muscles. Or, perhaps it was the tensions of their encounter leaving them. Either way, she felt herself relax into Iason's embrace regardless of her reaching her own satiation or not. It felt good to have someone with whom she could share this. This singular secretive thing. Each of them the other's advent into a sensual world.
The entire experience had been a little rushed at the end, overwhelming, a little painful and chaotic in so many ways - physically, emotionally and mentally - that she wasn't yet sure what to make if it all. But that wasn't what was important. It didn't matter whether the execution of the act had been masterful or amateur, satisfying or frustrating, painful or blissful. Or an amalgamation of all of them. What mattered in that moment was that it was an experience they had shared together. Something they had experienced only with one another, in this place and this moment.
Iason's words were soothing as he fell onto the sheets at his back, drawing her with him. No longer afeared by her lack state of indecency - for where was the shame to be had when they were both nude and in receipt of their first merging of bodies - Persephone curled into his side, her arms pinned and cradled between her chest and his side, her knee lifting to rest upon his. She felt the rough hair of his calf upon hers and allowed a secret smile against his skin. A bizarre sense of pride welled up at her courage to be with a man in such a way for the first time.
Listening to Iason's heartbeat, she was blissful in the quiet for a moment, feeling Iason's face in her hair and breathing in the smell of him, as well as a particular scent that seemed to be the musky aroma of their love making. His fingers traced along her side, following the curve of her waist and the rise of her hip, before following the path back again. She felt her skin grow warm at the touch.
Her moment of contentedness was disturbed when Iason muttered a curse and jostled her as he moved to witness what he thought was an injury or rupture that he had caused.
Returning her hand to his cheek and leaning her body in to his in order to keep him where he was, her lips drew together and made a calming noise, as if to still his mind and heart.
"Normal." She said, mimicking his earlier word with a soft smile. Not for the world would she admit to the pain that had accompanied it, for she was sure it had been the usual virginal experience and nothing more. She would not have him feel blame or contrition for a matter of anatomy. "It exists only as proof that none came before you, husband." She said with a soft smile, her fingers stroking at his face and neck.
She wished she had witnessed him more during their coupling. That she had watched his face and expressions. The entire event had been so momentous to the both of them they had been distracted by their own experiences. She regretted nothing of their first time but looking into his blue eyes now, connecting with him in this way, she wished there had been time to come together as communicating equals. Perhaps next time... They had plenty of time after all.
Reaching up further upon his face, Persephone brushed her fingertips through the hair at Iason's temple, an affectionate gesture that she hoped conveyed her care, her gratitude and her desired connection with the man who had claimed her virginity.
His panic faded marginally as she replied to him that the blood was normal. At least she knew of that much, he'd been truly afraid that he had hurt her and she would never wish to be with him again. A deep breath of relief was exhaled and he gave a sheepish smile as she caressed his face to calm him, leaning into her touch with a broadening grin as she called him husband. When he'd thought of how marriage might be it had been very vague, certainly without the exhilaration of how it felt to hear her address him as such.
"So long as you're alright, wife."
Iason's eyes closed as her fingers slid through the hair at his temples, that shiver of a more simple pleasure of relaxation emanating from where she touched him. With his eyes still shut, he wrapped his arms around her and laid back with a groan, pressing his head into her hand almost like a dog encouraging affection. In the glow of the fading light his muscles felt as if they had all been unwound and a heavy exhaustion was settling over him. Her body pressed against his though was entirely distracting, and he found the brush of his hand sliding against her small breast as if to memorize the feel.
A slight shift of interest in his lower half was surprising, but then again he supposed it only made sense that laying next to her in this manner would make him feel desire for what had just passed between them. Trying to push it off, for surely that would be abnormal to want to bed her again so soon, Iason instead turned his focus back to looking at her, the features of her face so familiar yet strange. Her skin was a different tone than his own, where he grew red and ruddy she kept a sort of perfect olive warmth as if she could not show signs of imperfection, and her hair was a dark gently shining silken texture where his own felt far rougher.
He supposed they ought to get up, ought to clean the blood and sweat and everything else from themselves and the linens, but he had no desire to do anything except hold her while he could. Afraid if he stood or either of them moved that they would break this perfect spell they'd woven around one another.
"And, you enjoyed it?"
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His panic faded marginally as she replied to him that the blood was normal. At least she knew of that much, he'd been truly afraid that he had hurt her and she would never wish to be with him again. A deep breath of relief was exhaled and he gave a sheepish smile as she caressed his face to calm him, leaning into her touch with a broadening grin as she called him husband. When he'd thought of how marriage might be it had been very vague, certainly without the exhilaration of how it felt to hear her address him as such.
"So long as you're alright, wife."
Iason's eyes closed as her fingers slid through the hair at his temples, that shiver of a more simple pleasure of relaxation emanating from where she touched him. With his eyes still shut, he wrapped his arms around her and laid back with a groan, pressing his head into her hand almost like a dog encouraging affection. In the glow of the fading light his muscles felt as if they had all been unwound and a heavy exhaustion was settling over him. Her body pressed against his though was entirely distracting, and he found the brush of his hand sliding against her small breast as if to memorize the feel.
A slight shift of interest in his lower half was surprising, but then again he supposed it only made sense that laying next to her in this manner would make him feel desire for what had just passed between them. Trying to push it off, for surely that would be abnormal to want to bed her again so soon, Iason instead turned his focus back to looking at her, the features of her face so familiar yet strange. Her skin was a different tone than his own, where he grew red and ruddy she kept a sort of perfect olive warmth as if she could not show signs of imperfection, and her hair was a dark gently shining silken texture where his own felt far rougher.
He supposed they ought to get up, ought to clean the blood and sweat and everything else from themselves and the linens, but he had no desire to do anything except hold her while he could. Afraid if he stood or either of them moved that they would break this perfect spell they'd woven around one another.
"And, you enjoyed it?"
His panic faded marginally as she replied to him that the blood was normal. At least she knew of that much, he'd been truly afraid that he had hurt her and she would never wish to be with him again. A deep breath of relief was exhaled and he gave a sheepish smile as she caressed his face to calm him, leaning into her touch with a broadening grin as she called him husband. When he'd thought of how marriage might be it had been very vague, certainly without the exhilaration of how it felt to hear her address him as such.
"So long as you're alright, wife."
Iason's eyes closed as her fingers slid through the hair at his temples, that shiver of a more simple pleasure of relaxation emanating from where she touched him. With his eyes still shut, he wrapped his arms around her and laid back with a groan, pressing his head into her hand almost like a dog encouraging affection. In the glow of the fading light his muscles felt as if they had all been unwound and a heavy exhaustion was settling over him. Her body pressed against his though was entirely distracting, and he found the brush of his hand sliding against her small breast as if to memorize the feel.
A slight shift of interest in his lower half was surprising, but then again he supposed it only made sense that laying next to her in this manner would make him feel desire for what had just passed between them. Trying to push it off, for surely that would be abnormal to want to bed her again so soon, Iason instead turned his focus back to looking at her, the features of her face so familiar yet strange. Her skin was a different tone than his own, where he grew red and ruddy she kept a sort of perfect olive warmth as if she could not show signs of imperfection, and her hair was a dark gently shining silken texture where his own felt far rougher.
He supposed they ought to get up, ought to clean the blood and sweat and everything else from themselves and the linens, but he had no desire to do anything except hold her while he could. Afraid if he stood or either of them moved that they would break this perfect spell they'd woven around one another.
"And, you enjoyed it?"
Persephone watched with a soft and warm pride as Iason seemed to relax into her touch. As if he were some fierce, masculine being that she had the mythical touch to sooth and woo. They lay like that together for a few moments, before Iason fell upon the sheets further and he drew her closer to lay almost half on top of him, her leg thrown over his. She kept her touch in his hair, as he seemed to enjoy it, but paused and gasped a moment when his hand idly sought the curve of her breast. Within a heartbeat, however, she had shifted so that he could more easily touch her as he wished and continued her ministrations in his hair.
Not a woman to lack too much self confidence given the number of compliments she had always received upon her looks, Persephone had at least noticed that where men were concerned preferences differed. She also knew that women came in all shapes and sizes and where curves were particularly preferred, she knew herself to be lacking. It pleased her that Iason seemed to either not notice or not care as his touch traced the shape and mould of her small breast.
She felt a stirring of desire in the pit of her stomach at his reverence to her shape; a reminder that she had not reached the height of her passions this time as she had in the meadow. Her muscles seemed eager to coil into the state of unrest they had found themselves in upon the conclusion of their coupling. It was a delicious feeling that she had no intention of doing anything about. A sweet and soft little torture that she surrendered to willingly.
When Iason asked her if she had enjoyed their first experience as lovers, her smile was soft and her expression open as she did not leave his gaze.
"You doubt it?" She asked, with a light tone. "I do not think it possible that a woman should lie with you Iason and not enjoy it." For he had been both passionate and gentle. She could not imagine ever offering her first time to another lover.
Stretching her spine, Persephone offered him a slow, open mouthed kiss that she hoped would alleviate any concerns he had for her not wishing to repeat the experience. How this man could have such little confidence in his own sway over the female body, Persephone had no rightful knowledge.
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Persephone watched with a soft and warm pride as Iason seemed to relax into her touch. As if he were some fierce, masculine being that she had the mythical touch to sooth and woo. They lay like that together for a few moments, before Iason fell upon the sheets further and he drew her closer to lay almost half on top of him, her leg thrown over his. She kept her touch in his hair, as he seemed to enjoy it, but paused and gasped a moment when his hand idly sought the curve of her breast. Within a heartbeat, however, she had shifted so that he could more easily touch her as he wished and continued her ministrations in his hair.
Not a woman to lack too much self confidence given the number of compliments she had always received upon her looks, Persephone had at least noticed that where men were concerned preferences differed. She also knew that women came in all shapes and sizes and where curves were particularly preferred, she knew herself to be lacking. It pleased her that Iason seemed to either not notice or not care as his touch traced the shape and mould of her small breast.
She felt a stirring of desire in the pit of her stomach at his reverence to her shape; a reminder that she had not reached the height of her passions this time as she had in the meadow. Her muscles seemed eager to coil into the state of unrest they had found themselves in upon the conclusion of their coupling. It was a delicious feeling that she had no intention of doing anything about. A sweet and soft little torture that she surrendered to willingly.
When Iason asked her if she had enjoyed their first experience as lovers, her smile was soft and her expression open as she did not leave his gaze.
"You doubt it?" She asked, with a light tone. "I do not think it possible that a woman should lie with you Iason and not enjoy it." For he had been both passionate and gentle. She could not imagine ever offering her first time to another lover.
Stretching her spine, Persephone offered him a slow, open mouthed kiss that she hoped would alleviate any concerns he had for her not wishing to repeat the experience. How this man could have such little confidence in his own sway over the female body, Persephone had no rightful knowledge.
Persephone watched with a soft and warm pride as Iason seemed to relax into her touch. As if he were some fierce, masculine being that she had the mythical touch to sooth and woo. They lay like that together for a few moments, before Iason fell upon the sheets further and he drew her closer to lay almost half on top of him, her leg thrown over his. She kept her touch in his hair, as he seemed to enjoy it, but paused and gasped a moment when his hand idly sought the curve of her breast. Within a heartbeat, however, she had shifted so that he could more easily touch her as he wished and continued her ministrations in his hair.
Not a woman to lack too much self confidence given the number of compliments she had always received upon her looks, Persephone had at least noticed that where men were concerned preferences differed. She also knew that women came in all shapes and sizes and where curves were particularly preferred, she knew herself to be lacking. It pleased her that Iason seemed to either not notice or not care as his touch traced the shape and mould of her small breast.
She felt a stirring of desire in the pit of her stomach at his reverence to her shape; a reminder that she had not reached the height of her passions this time as she had in the meadow. Her muscles seemed eager to coil into the state of unrest they had found themselves in upon the conclusion of their coupling. It was a delicious feeling that she had no intention of doing anything about. A sweet and soft little torture that she surrendered to willingly.
When Iason asked her if she had enjoyed their first experience as lovers, her smile was soft and her expression open as she did not leave his gaze.
"You doubt it?" She asked, with a light tone. "I do not think it possible that a woman should lie with you Iason and not enjoy it." For he had been both passionate and gentle. She could not imagine ever offering her first time to another lover.
Stretching her spine, Persephone offered him a slow, open mouthed kiss that she hoped would alleviate any concerns he had for her not wishing to repeat the experience. How this man could have such little confidence in his own sway over the female body, Persephone had no rightful knowledge.
Persephone's caressing touch in his hair felt as if he was being lured into a hypnotic half state, neither awake nor asleep simply being. His eyes closed and remained so as she shifted in his hold, the exploring touch of his hands simply becoming a weight to embrace her and keep her close. Iason didn't open his eyes as she responded to his query, a tint of pink touching the tip of his nose and cheeks the only real sign of his shyness in the question.
How was he to know if what he had done was correct? Certainly there were more things he ought to have done, paid more attention to one thing than another, moved a way he didn't yet know how. His inexperience had never been an issue until he had wanted to experience with her. And if she was to be believed, it had worked in his favor, though he wasn't sure how much of it was her own inexperience and how much was her simply trying to soothe his worries.
"I suppose I'll just be grateful then that I'll only ever have the one to please."
One bright blue eye finally opened as he heard her move, closing again as her lips found his and leaning into her kiss with an enthusiastic hum. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her further onto his chest, laying on his back and sinking into the bed as if melting beneath her. Now that their first time together had passed, he felt no heat of shame or embarrassment in their current state, she had declared him an acceptable lover and with her as his wife, her opinion was the only one that mattered.
He wasn't sure quite how long they lay there, little kisses and caressing touches exchanged between them, but as her breathing evened off against his chest it was far too easy to allow himself the same. Keeping an arm around her, his head tucked against her own, Iason drifted into the most peaceful sleep that he'd had in a long while.
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Persephone's caressing touch in his hair felt as if he was being lured into a hypnotic half state, neither awake nor asleep simply being. His eyes closed and remained so as she shifted in his hold, the exploring touch of his hands simply becoming a weight to embrace her and keep her close. Iason didn't open his eyes as she responded to his query, a tint of pink touching the tip of his nose and cheeks the only real sign of his shyness in the question.
How was he to know if what he had done was correct? Certainly there were more things he ought to have done, paid more attention to one thing than another, moved a way he didn't yet know how. His inexperience had never been an issue until he had wanted to experience with her. And if she was to be believed, it had worked in his favor, though he wasn't sure how much of it was her own inexperience and how much was her simply trying to soothe his worries.
"I suppose I'll just be grateful then that I'll only ever have the one to please."
One bright blue eye finally opened as he heard her move, closing again as her lips found his and leaning into her kiss with an enthusiastic hum. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her further onto his chest, laying on his back and sinking into the bed as if melting beneath her. Now that their first time together had passed, he felt no heat of shame or embarrassment in their current state, she had declared him an acceptable lover and with her as his wife, her opinion was the only one that mattered.
He wasn't sure quite how long they lay there, little kisses and caressing touches exchanged between them, but as her breathing evened off against his chest it was far too easy to allow himself the same. Keeping an arm around her, his head tucked against her own, Iason drifted into the most peaceful sleep that he'd had in a long while.
Persephone's caressing touch in his hair felt as if he was being lured into a hypnotic half state, neither awake nor asleep simply being. His eyes closed and remained so as she shifted in his hold, the exploring touch of his hands simply becoming a weight to embrace her and keep her close. Iason didn't open his eyes as she responded to his query, a tint of pink touching the tip of his nose and cheeks the only real sign of his shyness in the question.
How was he to know if what he had done was correct? Certainly there were more things he ought to have done, paid more attention to one thing than another, moved a way he didn't yet know how. His inexperience had never been an issue until he had wanted to experience with her. And if she was to be believed, it had worked in his favor, though he wasn't sure how much of it was her own inexperience and how much was her simply trying to soothe his worries.
"I suppose I'll just be grateful then that I'll only ever have the one to please."
One bright blue eye finally opened as he heard her move, closing again as her lips found his and leaning into her kiss with an enthusiastic hum. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her further onto his chest, laying on his back and sinking into the bed as if melting beneath her. Now that their first time together had passed, he felt no heat of shame or embarrassment in their current state, she had declared him an acceptable lover and with her as his wife, her opinion was the only one that mattered.
He wasn't sure quite how long they lay there, little kisses and caressing touches exchanged between them, but as her breathing evened off against his chest it was far too easy to allow himself the same. Keeping an arm around her, his head tucked against her own, Iason drifted into the most peaceful sleep that he'd had in a long while.