Lahmu Keep

[Bloodedge]

It came as no surprise that others previously warned Meron against her negativity. Each time something new cropped up, she seemed to meet it with questioning before excitement. That was an acceptable way to live, he supposed, but no way to really have a life. It wasn't a thing of major importance at the time, but still worth a mental note or two. At the very least, acceptance came eventually, and with that, there seemed to be some amount of perceivable excitement. "Hopefully I'll be the last. I'll drink to that," he commented, though sadly there was nothing to actually drink.

Albertus was a random male Meron met in a bar. They danced, they explored one another in her vehicle, he wound up in her house and fully inside her body over the course of a night. In all fairness, he was probably the last person she should be trusting... though she obviously trusted him a great deal already. She went on to confirm this verbally, after laughing at the question itself. Now that he thought about it, that was never a very good question in the first place, was it? "Huh, I guess there is all that stuff. Well... a little trust is all we need," he stated.

With Meron being offered a choice of comfortable position, she chose... what may have been the worst option for a beginner, as humans were concerned. She turned around and presented her backside, which was something even Albertus knew to be a call for deeper penetration. Considering her worry of pain, he'd have expected her to take more control over the depth as a whole... but alas, she did the opposite. The curve of her backside was so very intense, the call for deep penetration was almost audible. A few mana transfers had already occurred between them. It went to such extent that their loins and otherwise would soon resonate with each other, which Albertus already felt as he gazed upon Meron's second opening. Of course, Albertus once again felt the call of something else as well. There was so much to take hold of, he instinctively found both hands upon her rear while the full length of his member rubbed along the space betwixt her cheeks. "Oh it works alright. Maybe too well," he said while feeling that supernatural pulse demanding that he make offering. Multiple times did he rub against Meron's anus before his movements took a more prodding quality, the tip of him pressing against her opening and spreading it ever so slowly.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus he'd drink to being the last person to have to tell Meron she thought negatively. How interesting. She was quite sure her attitude had taken a bit of a casual upturn since meeting him. She couldn't say for certain he'd be the last person to tell her such a thing, but it was seeming more and more likely by the second. "I'm sure you'll get to drink to it eventually," she said while giving a casual giggle.

Ah but there was much more than that to consider now as well. There was the matter of her trust of his person and he seemed to understand enough why that question was so strange to her. Well at least it was a little funny, but if only a little trust was all that was needed he definitely had a great deal more than that. Alone in a house with a woman after only meeting her a few hours prior was likely one of the most trusting positions a singular male could find himself in, and she was sure she didn't mind it being him. And beyond that there was the matter of their coming connection.

After taking the position she wished, (not realizing any potential negatives) she found herself waiting anxiously for him to join her. What did he have to say to her question? It worked well, perhaps too well? Hm, that was an interesting thought as he took hold of her cheeks and began to rub himself betwixt them. He did a fairly decent job of build anticipation for her, without even knowing that is how she was taking such a thing. Eventually that rubbing would lead to prodding and by the time it did she was mentally more than ready to move on to the next step. She wasn't rushing but it just seemed like time was passing so slowly for her. That gentle prodding at her rear was something she experienced with wide eyes initially as he prodded at her rear hole with a thickness her body hadn't ever known in such a way. That first moment of spread which came with prodding was one which reminded her of her current needed mentality. Accept it. Want it. She could do the first without issue, the second was following with the introduction of a new kind of pressure her mind wouldn't quite wrap itself around.

[Bloodedge]

"I'm sure I will too," Albertus mused. He'd realistically drink to anything and everything, even to drinking itself. He'd even drink to the idea of trust, which had officially been established over the course of this night. There was a certain amount of exhilaration that came with having the faith of a very random human who knew nothing of his status as an existence.

Never had Albertus expected to feel the call of creation toward a human with no magical ability to speak of. Once more, he wondered if perhaps Meron was the other half of his reincarnation. There remained a chance that she was, though there also remained a chance that such an individual was halfway across the planet. In fact, there remained the possibility that his other half hadn't been born into this era yet. None of that mattered enough to be a determining factor in Albertus' current agenda. Time passed slowly for more than just Meron; Albertus himself saw ages pass by the time prodding began. That pressure Meron felt would only grow with time, and the same would be true of a pressure on Albertus' end. Humans were so different. Insertion was something Albertus found difficult, but instead of something akin to a stabbing, it was... a wedging? Yes, that seemed about right. Time and time again, he pushed forward just slightly. Only the most miniscule advancement was made each time, until one brilliant moment breached the barrier of Meron's backdoor. At such a time, there was certain forward progress, slow yet unimpeded in contrast to the earlier gradual battering. Albertus had gone past the point of knocking on a door, and had evolved fully to traversing a deep cave.

[Apollymi]

An agreement to drink in the future was something to be expected between this pair of individuals. At this point in their relationship, Meron could easily see them remaining friends with romance on or off the table and it not having any real effect on the way they dealt with each other. Here and now though, she was wondering if she was missing out on things in life she wondered if he'd managed to as well. He didn't seem to really understand a simple desire to have sex without the inbuilt desire to create which wasn't something she understood at all. In her opinion creation was an aftereffect of feeling a bit lusty.

Speaking of lusty, there was probably no greater showing of lust-filled behavior than what was currently taking place for Meron. She had no reason to think she should allow this man entrance into her rear. It served no creative purpose and it wasn't something she was simply set up to like. Even so, it seemed that it wasn't something she could find herself disliking presently. Actually, with each prodding motion it became something she could like a bit more. That pressure at her bottom was previously unknown to her, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. And it would only become relieving as the door was finally breached so to speak. A gentle exhaled happened as that pressure gave way to something like heat and she managed to relax against her pillows as he began pushing his way further forward. 'Yes, I can do this~' she had that thought and it became that much easier. 'I might like it...' she mused more than that. Ah, what a difference a shift in attitude could make. That pressure filled from one end could be taken at face value as something both new and exciting. She couldn't say she disliked this sensation and once the build up started she was quite sure she'd properly like it. Her body seemed to adjust easily enough, inside seemed to pulse with a certain invitation to delve deeper. She probably shouldn't like that as much as she did, but she couldn't say the sensation was anything to shake a stick at.

[Bloodedge]

It took only a few moments for Albertus to realize something was... very different about this experience. Humans seemed to offer a certain amount of resistance to insertion despite any present willingness, whereas Creators met even this form of penetration with great ease. Strangely enough, Albertus seemed to prefer this resistance he was feeling. There was difficulty, but the moments immediately following struggle were filled with the firmest embrace. He felt as if he couldn't free himself of her clutches if he wanted to... not that he wanted to.

Naturally, Albertus had a bit of commentary to offer as he continued to push deeper and deeper into Meron's rear. After all, how could he not? This was all so very new to him, even while being familiar at its core, he had to share the joy of it. "Wow. I don't think pulling out is an option this time. I might be stuck here," he commented. Soon, very soon, he'd reach an unquestionable point of no return. Albertus' cock lodged itself in the human woman with a fit so very snug, thrusting would prove difficult. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from trying; it could only hold him to a slow and steady pace upon finally settling in. That much was necessary when considering the sheer friction presented by every little movement. Every push forward was like being further locked into place, and every attempted pull back was a tug he likened to escaping Jupiter in the past. Were all humans designed this way? He wasn't sure, but if they were, the Creators had been missing a prime opportunity.

[Apollymi]

Unlike Albertus, Meron expected a certain amount of natural friction and resistance. There was hardly anything that could be done about it, considering how very unused such orifices were on her person. Regardless, she couldn't say she disliked the building tension of the situation either, especially not when it finally overflowed and reached a point of relaxation for her. In a moment like this, it seemed Albertus was keen to speak once more. He claimed he didn't believe pulling out was an option this time, which Meron strangely took as praise. "Hm, well, I don't think pulling out will be necessary. There are worse places to end up stuck after all~" she mused seeming to find the whole thing rather interesting.

As true progress began, a slow and steady pacing was seemingly demanded by both people. The natural inclination of the body of both these individuals had her hips only moving gently against him as he pushed forward into the depths from this very different angle. There was heat, tension and an extreme bit of pressure. She could for her own part, definitely understand how this position could accomplish the goal of helping her achieve orgasm, and she imagined the rather tight squeeze being something that Albertus could enjoy as well. Given this she let herself fall further and further to this new sort of debauchery. And it wouldn't take long at all for the gentle notes and noises to begin to escape her lips. After all, it felt rather nice for him to be buried within her depths this way, it was far from unpleasant now that it was finally there, she could go along with it, until the pressure became too much for her, and eventually spilled over with the moisture from her loins into a deep pressure orgasm which left her clamped around his tool as if she didn't ever intend for him to extract it again.

[Bloodedge]

If it was somehow Meron's intention to ensure he was never extracted again, her body was certainly responding favorably to the desire. The longer this lasted, the farther away a future in which he could easily remove himself became. As different as Creators and humans were in these moments, Albertus had come to notice a stark similarity as well. This hole meant originally to do nothing but receive mana, was acting on its primary purpose. The more time passed, the more he felt ensnared and incapable of doing anything but... continuing to push onward.

Yes, her body was trapping him until it received his mana, just as the rear-end of a Creator would even without the latter's magical influence making it so. Or... perhaps Meron did passively utilize some divine ability, only to have it overshadowed completely by the physical wiles of humanity. Albertus couldn't tell, and he wouldn't be focusing on the difference either. No, he was far too busy losing all sense of reason, his hips moving of their own accord. He was well and truly stuck by his own approximation, and yet he didn't seem to mind the thought at all. "I wouldn't wanna be stuck anywhere else in this world; at least not of the places I've been so far. Now... is it just me, or are you trying to squeeze me dry over here? Careful, or you'll get more than what you're asking for~" he warned, knowing the mana he produced was considered excessive when translated to human ejaculatory fluids.

[Apollymi]

And on it went. This man's push forward into her rear was far from something umpleasant to Meron. She might have been a bit more worried about that sort of thing, but she could easily blame it on feeling both drunk and adventurous. Trust went a long way for humans, perhaps simply trusting this man with her pleasure was enough for her to not experience any negative consequences.

Whatever the case, that first gentle sound left her mouth and then Albertus was speaking once more. He'd rather not be stuck anywhere else? What a compliment. According to this man she was trying to squeeze him dry and she should be careful as she'd get more than what she was asking for. A gentle sigh passed between her lips as she gave consideration to those words and felt the strange amount of pressure in her nether from the opposing side. "I am not sure what I'm asking for... but you should be nice and give it to me~" she teased slightly. Of course, they'd been through the gambit of forbidden things this afternoon, she was far from arguing this minor point over a great number of the others she'd simply let slide up to this point. She continued that clenching of her rear seeming to happen at higher frequencies until the pressure of her fore hit fever pitch and she overfilled from her own loins and this man's movements in her rear. Definitely something she'd try again.

[Bloodedge]

Just as Meron considered this something she'd try again, Albertus thought much the same. This was no new activity for him per se, but the feeling of it all was something previously unknown even to such an ancient Creator. He could be brought to his end without so much as an inkling of magic, and he'd be well beyond satisfied about it. In fact, though Meron wasn't entirely sure what she was 'asking' for, it seemed that was her preferred outcome as well. How could he do anything but oblige when the outcome was desirable for both of them?

Albertus had been building to something great since moments earlier when Meron was carried in his arms. This little turn of events was only the final stretch for him as a result. "Well since you asked so nicely, even if you don't know what it is... I've got plenty for you," he commented. Albertus had already begun throbbing, even swelling within Meron's rear. His end had been quickly approaching all along, and continued to do so until finally, there was no room left for restraint. It seemed thrusting into confined spaces like this was a surefire way to complete a mana transfer with some haste. In only a short while, there was a small amount of vigor. He wasn't furiously thrusting or anything of the sort, nor were his movements carrying him very far. Instead, he remained deep within Meron's body, his movements more akin to a... pumping in a way. That pumping would eventually become something far more literal, as each future buck of his hips became a movement which caused his seed to spill. Ever the smooth operator, Albertus appeared to lose his composure quite easily in such a moment. Breath passed from lungs to mouth welling up in his throat along the way to produce something audible. From the sound of things, he didn't even know what he was feeling... but it was obviously something of great interest. That noise which could somehow be called a moan continued for as long as his cock did squirt its essence into the confines of Meron's body. All the while, his own body seemed to become less and less responsive to the decisions of his mind. . .

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus, Meron had asked nicely and would thus being receiving what she asked for. It just so happened that what she asked for was actually his seed, pumped into her rear by his own machinations as she moaned her own content. Of course, each additional movement and the added pressure of his emptying tool was something she'd not expected to feel so pleasant. Even so, it felt amazing and hot and she couldn't help the further pulses which left her loins. She found herself wiggling against him and shivering her own pleasure.

Why he moved like this, she didn't know. But she was certain it was absolutely amazing as a feeling. Somehow she felt more drunk than she did when she first started this particular endeavor. She wasn't sure why she felt this way, perhaps all that drinking was finally catching up to her. Her mouth opening for just a moment she'd be seen biting down on her pillow before her body reached supreme relaxation. "That's pretty good~" she mused seemingly satisfied. How had she ever ended up in such a situation? She couldn't have known, even so, she couldn't say she disliked it at all. Even if this ended in a new life somewhere down the line, it was far from the worst way she could have spent an evening.