The moonlight painted soft silver lines across the clearing as Lirael drew nearer to Edric, her presence an intoxicating blend of confidence and tenderness. She extended her hand, brushing her fingers lightly against his wrist. The rapid thrum of his pulse betrayed his nervousness.

“Edric,” she murmured, her voice as soft as the night breeze, “breathe with me.”

Her hand slid down his arm, guiding his hand to her waist. He hesitated, his fingers trembling as they rested against the curve of her hip. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “Let me show you,” she whispered, taking his other hand and placing it over her breast. His palm pressed against her, and she let out a soft sigh as his touch, though hesitant, began to explore.

Her hand traveled downward, brushing along his stomach, tracing the taut muscles beneath his skin. She paused at the waistband of his trousers, her fingers curling lightly around its edge before slipping lower. Her touch was deliberate as she sought him, her hand closing gently around his penis.

Edric let out a soft gasp, his entire body reacting to the unfamiliar but electric sensation. Lirael’s touch was steady and sure, her fingers sliding along his length with deliberate care. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive ridge of his glans, drawing a shuddered exhale from his lips.

“Feel this,” she whispered, her voice tinged with wonder. “Your body’s response is beautiful.”

Her touch explored him with reverence, her movements slow and intentional as she adjusted her grip, her thumb tracing delicate circles over the sensitive tip. Each motion sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his breaths quickening with each deliberate stroke of her hand.

Lirael leaned closer, her lips brushing against his jaw, her other hand guiding his touch over her body. She pressed his hand firmly to her breast, encouraging his fingers to explore the soft curve and the hardened peak of her nipple. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea. “Just like that.”

As his confidence grew, his touch became bolder, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and dipping lower to explore the smooth expanse of her thigh. Her breath hitched as his hand ventured higher, his inexperienced but eager touch igniting something primal within her.

Their bodies moved together, her leg slipping between his as she pressed her thigh against him, the friction sending jolts of heat through his body. She smiled against his skin, her voice a low murmur. “You’re learning quickly, Edric.”

Edric’s breaths came faster as Lirael’s thigh pressed firmly against him, the friction sending waves of warmth cascading through his body. Her hand maintained its steady rhythm along his length, her touch both exploratory and practiced, each motion coaxing soft sounds of pleasure from him.

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Her gaze met his, and in her eyes, he saw not judgment but understanding—a deep, ancient patience mixed with the spark of desire. She leaned closer, her lips finding his in a kiss that was both tender and insistent. Her tongue brushed lightly against his lower lip, and he responded instinctively, his nervousness giving way to the heat building between them.

As their lips parted, her free hand moved lower, guiding his touch. Her fingers rested over his, gently pressing his hand down to the smooth skin of her inner thigh. “Here,” she whispered, her voice like a soft caress. “Touch me.”

Edric hesitated, his fingers trembling as they slipped higher. Her guidance was steady, encouraging, until his hand reached the warmth between her legs. Through the delicate fabric of her gown, he could feel the heat of her, the softness beneath his fingers. She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back slightly as his touch grew bolder.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice tinged with both approval and need. “Just like that.”

Her own hand moved, lifting the hem of her gown to guide his fingers more intimately. She pressed his hand against her, and he could feel the slickness there, the undeniable evidence of her arousal. His breath caught as he traced the delicate folds of her labia, his fingers exploring her with reverence and curiosity.

Lirael’s hips shifted against his hand, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She let out a low, melodic moan as his fingers brushed against the sensitive bud of her clitoris. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “There.”

Encouraged by her response, Edric focused his touch, his movements growing more confident as he circled the sensitive nub with gentle pressure. Her breathing quickened, her body arching slightly toward him as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

At the same time, her own hand remained on him, her touch never wavering. Her fingers explored the length of his shaft with practiced ease, her thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive ridge of his glans. She shifted her position, her other hand resting on his shoulder to steady herself as her lips returned to his, her kisses growing deeper and more urgent.

Their movements became a rhythm, a dance of exploration and connection. Edric marveled at the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way her breath hitched with each deliberate touch. Lirael, in turn, delighted in his eagerness, his willingness to learn, the unguarded way he surrendered himself to the moment.

She drew back slightly, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered, “Edric… would you like to know more?”

He nodded, his voice failing him as he lost himself in the sensations, the closeness of her, the way she seemed to ignite something deep within him that he never knew existed.

For Edric, the moment felt both surreal and intoxicating. The warmth of Lirael’s skin, the softness of her breath against his, the gentle yet confident way she guided him—it was a sensory overload that left his mind spinning. He’d dreamed of moments like this, imagined the rush of intimacy, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of her touch or the vulnerability it demanded of him.

He marveled at the way her body responded to his tentative explorations, the way her breath quickened as his fingers moved with increasing assurance. She trusts me, he realized, a thought both humbling and exhilarating. The curve of her lips as she whispered his name, the quiet strength in her hands as she guided him—it was as though she was unveiling a part of herself that no one else had seen.