An Answer Learned Through Lips
At those words, the Saintess's fingertips loosened a little.
The palm wrapped around the base rose slowly upward again, and her lips parted more gently in time with that motion.
After hearing that breath, the Saintess moved the tip of her tongue more deliberately.
Her tongue first touched the shallow groove beneath the head. Near the place her thumb had passed moments before, the tip of her tongue slowly traced upward.
The slick moisture beading at the tip clung to her tongue. A slipperiness different from the water left a thin film across it.
The Hero's breath broke short.
With her lips still wrapped around the hot, hard upper shaft, the Saintess drew her head back slightly. The upper part of the shaft slid past the inside of her lips, and the rounded tip remained against her tongue.
When she came forward again, her tongue passed the groove beneath the head and slowly descended along the underside. Her lips encircled the rounded tip, and her palm pushed the base upward.
Beneath her tongue, the hot trembling quickened.
The Saintess swallowed a breath and slowed the movement of her wrist. The palm wrapped around the base came down, then swept back up to the upper shaft with lessened pressure.
Shhk.
The Hero's breath unfurled long.
Only after hearing that breath did her tongue pass the shallow groove beneath the head and slowly stroke down the underside of the shaft. As her head withdrew, hot flesh slid along the inside of her lips, and her palm swept upward beneath it.
Sliick.
The Hero's abdomen hardened. The fingers braced against the wall pressed deeper into the tiles.
The Saintess lifted her eyes.
The Hero's lips were slightly parted. His breath, not yet returned, trembled low in his throat.
The Saintess moved only her hand a little more slowly.
The heavy flesh inside her mouth was harder than moments before. The pressure pushing against the inside of her lips had grown tighter as well. Her tongue passed the groove beneath the head and slowly descended toward the underside where the Hero's abdomen had tensed moments ago.
When she touched that place, the fingers braced against the wall pressed deep again.
Her lips slowly withdrew nearly to the rounded tip. In that interval, her palm wrapped the base and swept upward, passing over the upper part her lips had vacated.
Sliick.
The slick moisture beading at the tip spread beneath her thumb.
Thud.
The Hero's hips followed, just barely. The heaviness in her mouth came suddenly closer. The Saintess's breath caught short as well.
She withdrew her tongue first. Her lips retreated nearly to the rounded tip, and her palm rose very slowly from the base to just beneath the head.
The Hero's hand came down from her hair. His thumb swept her wet cheek, then tucked the hair beside her ear back again.
The Saintess closed her eyes once at that touch, then opened them. Her lips were still hot. On her tongue, the pulse that had just passed lingered faintly.
She moved the hand wrapped around the base upward again. Before her lips parted once more, her palm rose first from below. Toward the underside where the Hero's breath had broken moments before, her tongue slowly descended again.
In that instant, the Hero's fingers stiffened briefly amid her wet silver hair.
As her lips took the tip of the hot, hard shaft once more, the Hero's hand traveled from her cheek past the nape of her neck and down over her breast. His palm cupped the wet flesh, and his thumb slowly passed around her nipple.
The Saintess's breath trembled.
As his thumb circled her nipple, strength left her shoulders. That release traveled down to her jaw, and the pressure inside her lips loosened a little. As her head drew back slightly, the rounded tip remained against her tongue, and when she came forward again, her tongue followed the groove beneath the head.
The Hero's fingers clenched in her wet hair, then soon released. A little more strength entered the other hand cupping her breast. The wet flesh pressed softly within his palm, then eased.
Strength left the Saintess's shoulders. Her lips wrapped more gently as well.
"Ria..."
The name spilled out short.
The Saintess lifted her eyes, lips still pressed to him.
In that moment the Hero's breath could not return at once. Strength entered the fingers braced against the wall, and the hand on her breast stiffened briefly as well.
Moving her lips and tongue while meeting his gaze was still embarrassing. The Saintess looked at the Hero's eyes, wavering through the steam.
The Hero's hand stiffened once more atop her breast.
"I'm watching."
His voice cracked low.
The Saintess's fingertips flinched.
"Keep going."
The Saintess lowered her head again, eyes still raised. Her lips encircled the rounded tip, and her tongue slowly stroked the groove beneath the head.
The Hero's hand cupped her breast. As his thumb passed around her nipple, strength left the Saintess's shoulders and traveled down to her jaw. The pressure inside her lips loosened a little.
In that moment the Hero's breath crumbled lower still.
"If you look at me like that... I won't last."
The Saintess's fingertips trembled.
The palm wrapped around the base rose slowly upward, and her tongue passed again over the underside where the Hero's breath had crumbled moments before. The Hero's breath broke short, then spilled out low. His abdomen hardened, and his hips followed just barely.
The heavy flesh in her mouth pressed harder. The Saintess's breath caught short as well.
She lessened the force in her fingertips a little. As her hand slowed first, her lips gently wrapped that place.
The Hero's hand pressed lightly on her nipple. The Saintess's waist trembled small. That tremor carried all the way to her lips.
The Hero's breath crumbled low again.
"Good... just like this."
The end of his words broke off beneath the sound of water.
Hearing that, the Saintess lowered her head again. Her lips wrapped past the rounded tip deeper inside, and her tongue slowly descended from the groove beneath the head along the underside. Her palm pushed the base upward.
A little deeper than the first time. A little longer.
Slurp. Slurp.
Her lips withdrew nearly to the rounded tip, then came forward again. The upper shaft slid past the inside of her lips, and the rounded tip settled once more upon her tongue.
Each time, the Hero's abdomen hardened firm.
Seeing that reaction, the Saintess kept the pressure of her hand low. Her lips released their force, and she drew breath first. Her tongue slowly descended from the rounded tip downward.
As she followed the underside of the shaft further down, the hardness near the base pulsed simultaneously within her palm.
The Saintess parted her lips briefly before her breath could catch. She slowly withdrew her tongue, and her lips retreated nearly to the rounded tip. In the space her lips vacated, she swept the base deeply upward with her palm.
Sliick.
As her thumb passed beneath the tip, the Hero's breath trembled low again.
Thud.
The slick moisture beading at the tip caught beneath her thumb, then spread into her palm with the next motion. Her palm slowly stroked the wet shaft.
The Saintess moved her hand following that breath.
The Hero's hand that had been cupping her breast rose again. He swept her wet cheek and tucked her silver hair behind her ear. Until the Saintess's breath returned, that hand remained upon her cheek.
"It's okay."
A low voice. The Hero's hand stroked her cheek.
The Saintess drew breath into that touch, and moved the hand wrapped around the base upward again. Within her palm, the hot pulse beat rapidly. In her mouth, a heaviness harder than moments before still remained.
Holding onto those two sensations, the Saintess slowly released the force in her lips.
This time her palm pushed the base upward first. The Saintess's head moved small, forward and back, following that motion. Her lips descended a little deeper than where her hand had raised him, wrapping past the rounded tip to the upper shaft.
Slurp.
Her tongue passed the groove beneath the head again. This time she did not withdraw at once, but slowly descended along the underside.
In the moment the Hero's breath unfurled low, her tongue stroked down the underside and slowly withdrew.
The Hero's hand stiffened again atop her hair. His fingers lingered deep amid the wet silver strands, and the hand braced against the wall pressed harder into the tiles.
"Ria..."
The Hero's voice broke off between the sound of water.
The Saintess lessened the pressure inside her lips a little. Her palm rose and fell slowly, still wrapped around the base, and only her tongue withdrew slowly.
The Hero's breath unfurled long. But at the end of that released breath, it broke short again.
The Saintess lifted her eyes. She watched in turn as the Hero's abdomen hardened and the fingers braced against the wall pressed deep. After that, she reduced the movement of her head a little smaller.
A little slower. A little lower.
Only then did the Hero's breath stretch long.
The Saintess's head drew back again. Her lips retreated nearly to the rounded tip. The upper shaft slid past the inside of her lips, and the rounded tip remained against her tongue.
She came forward again. This time she took him a little deeper than the depth her palm had raised.
The Hero's breath broke low, and the hand atop her hair stiffened amid the silver strands.
Instead of slowing her hand, this time the Saintess made the movement of her head a little smaller. She withdrew short, then descended again to the same depth. Before the Hero's breath returned, she moved her head only a little. Her tongue passed again over the underside where his abdomen had tensed moments before.
The Hero's abdomen hardened once more, and the fingers braced against the wall pressed deep into the tiles.
"Hero..."
The voice came small from between wet lips.
The Saintess drew breath again and pushed the hand wrapped around the base upward. The Hero's lips parted. Breath trembled before any answer could come.
Feeling the rapid pulse within her palm, the Saintess looked up at him.
She drew breath first. The palm wrapped around the base swept deeply upward from below, and her lips parted a little wider in time with that motion.
Sliick.
The rounded tip pushed into the inside of her lips and settled heavy upon her tongue.
Slurp.
The Hero's breath broke low.
As the Saintess lowered her head further, her lips descended nearly to the shallow groove beneath the tip. Her tongue passed beneath it as if pressing, and her palm, wrapped around the hardness near the base, pushed upward.
Slurp.
When her head withdrew again, her tongue stroked long across the groove beneath the tip. The slick moisture beading at the tip clung to her tongue, and the upper shaft brushed hot against the inside of her lips.
Hearing that breath, the Saintess very slowly lowered her head further. The rounded tip passed over her tongue and came deep into the inside of her lips, and her palm pushed the base upward.
Just before the breath near her throat could catch again, the Saintess lifted her eyes and looked at the Hero's face.