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When he moves inside her, already she could feel the tension building, her inner walls getting tighter and wetter with each thrust. She's not sure if it's only pleasure that makes her cry out, or a sense of release. Being held by a man like this, to just allow herself to feel pleasure and sexual desire once more.

"Trust me..you'll know.." Sonya let out a short gasp, his thrusts occasionally grinding against her clit, sending a sharp jolt between her legs and through her limbs. Her hips seem to move on their own, rocking to meet his thrusts, her body squirming against his.

Athelstan stops talking at that, giving all his focus to their movements.

...well, at least, he stops talking coherently. He does say her name, and a few other disjointed words.

She calls out his name in between breaths, her body tensing around his, each thrust winding a deep spring inside her.

Her focus is on nothing but the man inside her, his thrusts, his touch, the feel of his breath on her. Her body's hot and sweaty against his, her core soaking and clenching around his member. "Yes...oohh..god."

Athelstan smiles against her skin, where he's been kissing his way down her throat, and shifts a little to change his angle.

The shift makes her gasp, her hips tightening around him. Her breath picks up and her neck stretches and moves so his mouth could reach more of her. Every so often his shaft brushes hard against her sweeter spots and she can't tell if he's getting thicker, harder..or her own inner walls are clenching tighter, wanting more.

She's so close though, the tension and heat in her lower belly getting stronger. Her hips move harder against his, almost slapping against his skin, urging him onward.

He tries to maintain the pace at fairly slow, thrusting deeply each time, but it is starting to creep faster despite himself.

"Don't hold anything back", he murmurs. "Let me feel you."

His moving faster only makes her laugh, or rather the occasional laugh with her grunts, pleasure filling and overcoming her. She'd heard that blood and sexual lust where two of the same coin and right now she knew what that meant.

There was nothing else in the room but them, nothing else seemed to matter and she couldn't bring herself to care otherwise.

Sonya felt her eyes close and a choked cry escaping her throat as she finally releases, the tension feeling almost like electricity as it courses through her limbs. The pleasure is so hot, so strong, that for a moment Sonya doesn't feel in control of her own body.

Athelstan's weight is on her, holding her down lightly as he moves ever harder against her in his own climax. His head falls back and he calls out her name one more time.

She's almost grateful for the weight: to feel him against her and feel him inside her, to feel him complete inside her.

Her body arched against his, the condom preventing her from completely feeling him shoot inside her, but she can still feel him. She could still feel his climax, could still feel it driving her own, her inner walls cleching around him with each hard thrust, driving it onward.

Until it's over and she collapses back onto the bed, her limbs numb and heavy for all the tension they held. Hearing her name, she whispered his in response, a hand reaching up to run through his hair as she caught her breath. "Thank you.."

Sonya liked to think she was a realist when it came to sex, but this first time between then...there was a sort of tension she didn't know she had, didn't know until he was able to give her a sort of release for it.

For that, she could only thank him.

Athelstan drops back on to her, as lightly as he can manage so as not to hurt or wind her, and strokes her face.

"If I've helped you, then you're welcome."

While not exactly rough, their sex that first time wasn't gentle. Even as Sonya felt her body wind down, his touch felt even more welcomed on skin that was flushed and cooling off. Her eyes closed, and for a moment she swore she felt tears, but she tried to put it off as just 'after glow' sweat.

"It's been a long while." She admitted. "I've gotten so used to different sorts of pain..of pushing myself. Forgot what it meant to just let go."

Sonya took a deep breath before she felt ready enough to push herself up, carefully helping to lift him off her as well.

He rolls away - not far, but enough to be off her, and lies beside her.

"I understand letting go is good for you, once in a while."

She turned a little on her side to face him, an arm behind her pillow. "Personal experience?"

She never asked him if he had a sexlife in milliways. Less on it not being her business, she was more concerned with it being consensual and him still feeling like himself afterwards.

"You could take off the condom. They're only good for one use."

He looks down, nods, and starts doing so - a little clumsily.

"Yes, in fact. It was... a learning experience."

She keeps a hand braced incase he needs help, but then it's off and tossed into the bin.

His words do give her cause for concern and she reaches out to give him something between a shoulder squeeze and hug. "Consensual, not compulsion, I hope."

He was a good man, she didn't like to think he might be coerced into learning about sex.

"Entirely consensual", he promises. "There may have been persuasion, in one case, but it was only that."

Whatever Father Harman might think, he's pretty sure if Eric wanted to "persuade" him by magical means, he would have done it the first time they met.

"Persuasion isn't force." The best it could've been called was seduction, and even that meant that the individual was allowed to say 'no'.

Her hand slid to take a hold of his, kissing the tops of his fingers. She took a moment to study his hand: the hand of a working man, but still gentle, just as how she liked when he touched her.

She sat up, his hand still in hers. "Least they wanted to, and it wasn't just from mushroom induced haze."

She remembered Upsala, but for the how and why-after knowing such men like Kano and Tsung, Sonya couldn't call herself to put blame on Athelstan for 'experimenting'.

He flinches slightly at that, remembering poor Thyri.

"She knew what she was doing", he says softly. "I was the one who'd had the mushrooms. But you're right, there was none of that here."

He was close enough that even a slight flinch is felt. She wondered how close they were for her death to affect him that deeply.

Feeling chilled, Sonya pushed herself up to move the covers over them. "I've a slight confession..the evening we made out, had we not both been weak-I would've liked to move further."

She'd desired athelstan for awhile, both for companionship and sexual, but the latter was only recent and she was grown up enough to be practical about it.

It's more guilt and sorrow because she's dead, than any lasting closeness when she was alive.

"...so would I", he says with a small smile. "But it wasn't the right time for it."

"No it wasn't." Not with him emotionally and physically ill.

She returns the smile, turning to get a second condom, then sliding over to straddle his hips. "What'd you say for another round?"

Athelstan chuckles quietly, his hands moving to her hips. "Already? Well, I'd be a fool to say no."

"Maybe up for lost time." Was all she would give as an answer, gently stroking him off. All she had on her mind was a sort of escape-figurative if not literal.

Wiggling her hips against his lap, Sonya stroked his shaft before covering it with the condom. In truth, if it were up to her, she would've not minded the risk, but it wasn't and a pregnancy was still too much of a liability.

Taking him in hand, Sonya sucked in a deep breath, letting it out as she lowered herself onto him. Second time around, her sex was already sensitive and swollen and she moaned as she felt him stretch her from the inside out.

He'll give her anything she wants, right now, if he has it to give.

He reaches up to caress her breasts, gentle without being too gentle.

His touch made her sigh, her chest feeling taunt and arching against his hands. More than about her, she just wanted him to feel good and give him comfort. She took the reigns to just let him lay back.

Sonya lifted herself off him with her knees, feeling him slide inside her, before settling once more on him. She rocked her hips, moving in a rhythm while trying to keep her motions gentle, tensing her thighs around his shaft each time she settled on him.

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