First Time with Yena – 2 (09-07)
"Eh?"
The moment the car pulled up, Yena flinched at the sight of it and turned to look at me.
"What are you doing? Aren't you getting in?"
"Ah—no, it's... I-I'll be, be imposing, then?"
"...?"
With that, she lowered herself onto the seat as cautiously as if she were stepping into someone's home.
"Ahaha, you really don't have to be so careful."
"B-but still, it, it looks expensive."
"Hm? No idea. I just grabbed some random car we had at home."
"Huh?"
"Right, Seria?"
"Yes, please feel free to make yourself comfortable."
Only when even Seria told her to relax did Yena finally let her guard down and begin exploring every corner of the car—swinging her legs back and forth, pulling the seatbelt out and letting it snap back in. And when the car pulled away, she quietly clicked her belt into place and let out a small gasp of wonder.
"It doesn't feel all that different, but it's really comfortable."
"Yeah?"
As I watched her in silence, a strange calm settled over me. Why was that? Was it the way she looked, so cute, pressing her palm against the seat as she gazed out the window?
"..."
"What?"
"Mmm, no, it's nothing."
No, that wasn't it. It was being inside the car that did it—now that she was out of everyone's sight, and with no way to go anywhere else for the moment.
"U-uhm? Heren?"
My body leaned forward on its own. Yena, flustered, put her hands on my shoulders, but I tensed myself and drew a little closer still—close enough that our breaths were just barely grazing each other. By that point, Yena had slowly let the tension drain from her arms, and she was looking me straight in the eyes.
"Mwah."
Now. If it was now, I could do it. With that thought, I rested my hand on Yena's waist and kissed her—and though she glanced, flustered, toward Seria, she awkwardly offered her lips back.
Had I been like this the first time I kissed Seria?
"Mwah... mmwah."
As I stroked Yena's cheek and pressed kiss after kiss to her, she trembled more and more, her eyes darting toward the front of the car.
"Th-that... mmm."
She glanced at Seria, then dropped her gaze again. She was still embarrassed, so I kissed her once more.
"Look at me."
When I slipped my tongue inside and lightly ran it along her teeth, Yena grabbed my forearm hard and shuddered. As if she thought she was doing something wrong, her eyes flicked left and right, then her breath spilled out rough and ragged...
And then the smell of the alcohol from the department dinner spread between us—soju, that distinct sting of cheap, industrial-grade booze.
At the scent, I gave her lip a light nibble and pulled back, and Yena, trembling all over, met my eyes. This time, her look said it plainly: one more was fine.
At that look, I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and tucked her hair away from her face—and Yena kissed me first, tilting her head like in the movies, her tongue slipping in ahead of mine.
"Mmm, mwah, mmwah♡"
As I accepted it, Yena's hands began busily wandering over my body. At first it seemed like she simply didn't know where to put them, but after a little while she was most definitely groping me. Keep that up a bit longer, and her hand might slip right under my clothes, no?
"We've arrived, my lady."
That was the exact moment the thought crossed my mind. Seria's voice, just a touch more businesslike than usual, called out to us.
Yena and I sprang apart, stared straight ahead, and then laughed awkwardly. Seria simply smiled and continued in her usual soft tone.
"I'll show you to the room."
"Y-yes."
Yena nodded and climbed out of the car. She didn't stop looking around until we reached the room, and the moment she laid eyes on mine, her face went stiff with bewilderment.
"Th-this is a room?"
"Hm? Yep, this is my room."
"Not a... house?"
When Seria opened the front door, Yena just stared at me, flustered. She looked like she had plenty she wanted to say. So I shrugged and told her that my room being like this hadn't exactly been my idea.
"According to the family, this much is the bare minimum."
The Arken family carries the blood of a god, so apparently living in a single room like any ordinary person would be bad for appearances? Well, there was probably a different reason behind it. Given that they'd built this place for me after talking it over with my sisters... an economic reason, maybe? Something like—if I knew, some trigger of the curse might click into place, even faintly? Either way, it wasn't my problem to worry about.
"Anyway, hurry up and come in."
"Ah, o-okay."
Wrapping my tail around Yena's waist, I drew her inside, and she followed me into the house in a bit of a daze. Once we'd passed through the living room into my private quarters, Seria asked whether we'd like to wash up first, since the bath was ready—for hygiene's sake, and every other kind of sake, bathing beforehand would make for a far more satisfying time, she said.
"If there is anything you would like, I shall have it prepared."
"Mmm, then could I ask for something to eat between rounds? We drank a lot, so maybe something warm to settle our stomachs."
At that, I asked for what we needed, and Seria left with a smile—while Yena quietly watched her go, then shot me a cautious glance.
"I'm not... being a bother by just showing up, am I...?"
"Hm? It's fine. I ask her for stuff like this all the time."
When I planted a light kiss on the nape of her neck, Yena flinched and covered it with her palm. Was she bothered by the sweat—from all that talk of bathing? Thinking that gave me a faint, bittersweet pang. It wasn't unpleasant, exactly—if anything, I found it enticing... but still, washing up first was probably for the best.
"Want to wash together?"
"T-together?"
"You don't want to?"
Given how she'd groped me all through that kiss, there was no doubt Yena wanted to sleep with me. I didn't know since when, but... the way she'd pressed her butt back against me at the department dinner was probably because of that, too. So when I suggested washing together, Yena swallowed dryly a couple of times, then nodded, gazing at me in silence.
"Mm-hmm."
She looked like she was expecting something. Was she waiting for me to undress her? With that thought, I peeled off her thin layers one by one. Yena exhaled a heated breath—but the moment I stripped off her shirt, she jolted and covered herself up.
"Hm?"
A rather abrupt reaction. I tilted my head at it, and Yena hurriedly began making excuses.
"U-usually I put more thought into what I wear, but yesterday my shift was, my shift was kind of brutal..."
"Your clothes? You dressed fine, though?"
"W-well, it's just..."
I tried to understand, but the words refused to make sense. So I just told her it was fine and stripped the rest of her clothes off—and only then did I understand why she'd been trying to hide herself. How should I put it... she was wearing gray cotton underwear that couldn't have cost more than twenty-five bucks for both pieces combined.
"It's pretty."
Frumpy, middle-aged-lady underwear without a single trace of sex appeal. But because it was Yena wearing it, there was nothing in the world that turned me on more—and as I kissed her chest through the fabric, I finished stripping away the rest.
Then Yena's gaze locked onto my pants, her breath coming in slow, ragged pulls.
"Will you take them off for me?"
When I asked lightly, Yena knelt down without being told and undid my pants for me.
"Haah♡"
"Hmm!?♡"
And when my briefs came off too, the cock that had been hardening for a while now bounced up and down, smacking against Yena's face—and she stared at it, precum dribbling from the tip, her mouth hanging open in a daze.
"Whew♡"
At the sight, I helped Yena to her feet, and my cock rubbed up against her stomach. No—factoring in our height difference, I should say the tip was pressing right up under her sternum. Yena sucked in her breath all over again and stared at it blankly, and seeing her like that, I finally nudged her toward the bath, telling her to wash up with me.
"Ah, nngh♡"
But even in the bathroom, Yena only half-washed, sneaking sideways glances at me the whole time. I couldn't help smirking at her reactions—until I suddenly wrapped my arms around her from behind.
"Hyaa!?♡"
Yena's back arched like a bow. When I rubbed my cock lightly against her, she let out a few cries, then slowly turned around to look up at me—and this time we both leaned in at once, kissing each other.
"Shlup! Mwah!♡"
"Mmph! Chwup!♡"
A kiss of tangled tongues and ragged breaths, our bodies given over entirely to the heat. After a long while of kissing like we meant to devour each other, Yena settled her hand on my cock—and I trembled with excitement, precum streaming out, at the feel of someone other than Seria for the very first time.
"Haa♡ I can't hold back anymore♡"
I squeezed the ass of Yena—who was far more absorbed in my cock than in washing up—and she shuddered through her hips as she looked up at me.
"We rinsed off well enough with water, so I think we can head out♡"
"I-I'm not usually like this, I was never interested in this kind of thing...♡"
And with that, she started rattling off excuses to who knows who. I savored her reactions for a while, then lightly patted her body dry.
"Mwah, mwah♡"
"Ah, mmm!♡"
While I mouthed at her lightly, Yena stroked my cock in return, as if repaying the favor—an awkward, fumbling touch that shifted restlessly, as if she still didn't know how to hold it. My breath grew ragged at her fingers, and Yena—departing from what she'd said at the bar—asked me first.
"Does it feel good?"
She was watching my reaction, perhaps a little embarrassed herself. That look was adorable all over again, and when I nodded, Yena flushed red but smiled, ever so slightly pleased.
"Ah♡"
At that, I swept Yena up in my arms right away and carried her into the bedroom. I sat her down at the edge of the bed, slid in between her legs, and bit her thigh.
Yena's pussy was already drenched—so soaked that, purely as lubricant, nothing more would have been needed. But her muscles might not have relaxed yet, so I kept up the foreplay, touching her gently, carefully.
"Ah!♡ Aaahn!♡"
Yena was coming undone from the very first touch to her clit. At the sight, I sucked at her entrance while furiously rubbing her clit, and Yena bit down on her own finger, writhing over and over.
"Nnngh! It's, it's different, nghiiin~!♡"
"Hm? You like somewhere else better than here?"
"Ahh!?♡ N-no, that's not what I~!♡"
"Ahaha. I know♡"
"Oh! Ohhh!♡ There! Right there!♡"
Yena kept insisting this wasn't it. Maybe, since it was her first time, she'd been hoping for something a little more romantic? I'd been the same before I met Seria. With that thought, I drove my middle and ring fingers into her pussy, and Yena bucked her hips hard, gushing love juices with a lewd squelch every time I stirred them.
"Haa... haah♡"
And that, again, was unbearably cute—so I slowly drew my fingers out.
"Huh? Wh-why...?"
"Sorry, I'm at my limit now♡"
"Ah♡"
The moment the caressing stopped, Yena looked lost for a second. Had it been that she was just about to come, if only I'd kept going a little longer? At that heartbreakingly forlorn look, I laughed for a moment—then laid my fully rigid cock across Yena's stomach, and she stared at the thing that had landed on her belly, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly.