Beatrice's Story Redux

After Bluey fell asleep, Damien sat there thinking about the best way to broach the subject he wanted to discuss with Beatrice. Should I just be upfront about it? Or maybe hint at it in case she isn't interested and I can backtrack?

However, as he was sitting there deep in thought, he felt someone wrap their arms around his shoulders. Since Bluey was still laying on the couch across from him, it could only be one person. He looked sideways to see Beatrice's green hair on his shoulders, and smell the soap from the bath. “Be...Beatrice!?” he whispered, not wanting to wake Bluey.

“Come with me,” she whispered, and started walking to her bedroom.

Is...is this going where I think it's going!? Damien's heart started racing. I mean, I thought she might be interested in me. But I didn't expect to skip, like, three steps...

They walked into Beatrice's bedroom, and she quietly closed the door after him.

Damien just stood there awkwardly as Beatrice sat down on the bed. He looked over at her, thinking she looked more seductive (compared to her normal 'cute' look) with her hair down instead of in braids, and her glasses off, sitting on the bedside table.

After a few moments, where Damien could hear his heart beating in his ears, Beatrice finally asked, “Do you think I'm attractive?”

Damien gulped. Am I right!? Does she want to have sex? Wait...why did she ask about being attractive...? Maybe I'm misunderstanding something here... Stopping himself for a moment, he thought of a reply that would try to get answers without ruining the mood. “Why would you ask that now, after inviting me in to your room?”

Beatrice looked up at him. “I...should probably tell you the rest of the story.”

Damien could see a few tears in her eyes. “The...rest of the story?”

Beatrice nodded, wiping her eyes on the back of her hadns. “Remember my story, about why I came to this town?”

Damien nodded.

Beatrice continued, “The reason I was kicked out of the party...it wasn't because they just found a new Cleric.”

Damien just waited, allowing her to go at her own pace.

After a moment, she continued, “There were four of us, the party leader, me and two others. Those two others became a couple around the time we reached Bronze-Rank. The party leader and I were happy for them, but...” she paused and blushed, “...they started having sex all the time. The party leader and I couldn't sleep sometimes, it was so loud, even in another room.”

Damien grimaced, I think I know where this is going...

“I...I was interested in it too. And I had a crush on the party leader, so on one trip, while the others were away, I...I tried to seduce him, but...but...”

Damien's eyes went wide.

“...he rejected me! He said he wasn't attracted to me at all, and...” she trailed off, her eyes tearing up.

That's not where I thought it was going...who would reject a pretty girl like Beatrice!? Damien went over to try to reassure her, but she held up her hand to stop him.

“Once we were back, he found some tall, big-breasted Cleric. The exact opposite of me. And he convinced the others to kick me out and have her join so he had a sex partner, too.”

Damien felt his heart breaking for her. Not only had she been rejected by someone she had feelings for, but then kicked out of the party she had been with, turning her life upside down. It wasn't exactly what he'd been through, but he could relate.

Knowing what he needed to do, he grabbed her chin and gently held it up. “I think you're beautiful.”

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Beatrice blushed. “You're just saying that...”

Damien shook his head. “Look at this situation. Do you think I would have followed you into your bedroom, after you invited me this late at night, and not know what the implications are? I was actually impressed with how forward you were.”

Beatrice went even more red, poking her fingers together. “So you were hoping for it?”

Now Damien blushed. “Y-yes...”

“So...so you do think I'm attractive? I thought maybe you did, but seeing what Bluey looks like...”

Damien just shrugged, “Bluey is pretty, but so are you,” he said, running his hand across her cheek.

Beatrice seemed to hesitate for a moment, then closed her eyes and leaned her face up towards him, holding out her arms.

Damien was taken aback for a second by her sudden forwardness. Well, this is what she wanted. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her, and planted a kiss on her lips.

Beatrice blushed even redder, but was now smiling.

Damien sat down next to her. “You're really pretty when you smile, by the way. I've thought that a few times.”

Beatrice giggled. “I'll try and smile more,” she responded, and leaned over for another kiss.

This time Damien went farther, gently pushing his tongue in to entwine with hers.

After a few moments of making out, Beatrice gently pulled back for air. “I saw my old party-members do that before, but it's something else to experience it.”

Damien, having a realization, asked, “Err...is this your first time?”

Beatrice looked away and nodded.

Damien grabbed the sides of her nightgown, pulling it down to reveal her small breasts held up by a rough woolen bra.

Beatrice looked down, “Sorry I don't-”

Damien put a finger to her lips. “I don't care what size they are...”

Beatrice shook her head, “No, I figured that was the case. I meant that I just have plain undergarments.”

“Oh...” Damien said, trying to hide his embarrassment at misunderstanding. “We can just get some for next time,” he said, trying to recover and sliding her nightgown the rest of the way off.

“N-next time?” Beatrice asked, bewildered.

Damien nodded, “If you want, of course...” He reached around and unhooked her bra, revealing her small chest to the candlelight. He grabbed both mounds with his hands, gently squeezing, causing Beatrice to give a small squeal of pleasure.

Damien kissed her again as he continued massaging her breasts.

Beatrice looked down at the bulge arising in his pants. “Can...can I touch it?”

Damien nodded, so she reached down and inserted her hand into his pants. She squeezed a bit and rubbed awkwardly. It was a bit amateurish, but Damien shivered a bit in pleasure regardless.

Beatrice smiled noticing this. “Are we-”

Damien cut her off by picking her up and placing her on his lap, his bulge now protruding into her butt. He grabbed a breast with one hand and and with the other reached down into her panties, gently stroking her nethers, before carefully inserting a finger into her.

Beatrice spasmed slightly in his hands. Damien kissed her neck tenderly, before whispering “Are you ready?”

Beatrice nodded quickly, so he laid her down on the bed, before sliding her panties off. Taking off the rest of his clothing, he carefully lined up his erect shaft with her opening. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Beatrice shook her head. “It's fine if it does...”

Damien was a bit surprised at her response, but braced himself just above her, kissing her again. Slowly he slid himself into her, feeling as if he was prying her apart. Beatrice winced a bit, but kept kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in closely. After a few moments, he started sliding in and out, feeling Beatrice shivering in his arms. A couple minutes later, and he felt himself coming. “Beatrice...”

“Call me Betty!” she half-shouted, and wrapped her legs around him.

Um...guess that's my answer. Grabbing her tightly, he released inside her, spasming several times before he was empty.

After catching his breath, he carefully rolled over, laying next to her on the bed.

Beatrice was crying.

“Bea- Betty, what's wrong?”

“Nothing! I'm just so happy, I can't-” she couldn't finish her answer, crying into his chest.

Damien just held her tightly until she had cried herself out.

Once she had, she reached up and kissed him again. “That was so amazing...”

Damien blushed. “I really enjoyed it too.”

“Were...were you serious about having a 'next time'?” she asked, looking concerned.

Damien nodded. “Yes, why wouldn't I...” he trailed off, realizing now was as good a time as any to ask. “Do you want to party again?”

Beatrice seemed stunned, trying to process the sudden proposal.

Damien continued, “I don't think you like your current jobs, and I could use a healer at the rate I'm going...”

Beatrice giggled. “That's true. I don't hate the tavern job, though. At least, compared to the guild one...”

“So you'll join?”

Betty's smile became pained. “I...I'm worried you'll...”

“I wouldn't...” he trailed off, knowing words might not be good enough. “What can I do to convince you?”

Betty thought for a moment, before answering “You must have sex with me whenever I want!”

Damien just blinked a few times. “Wha-...what!?”

Betty blushed, before explaining, “If we're doing it often, you won't throw me away...”

Damien sighed. “I'm not going to throw you away.” I guess learning to trust again isn't so easy. Not that I haven't had my own problems...

Betty seemed to think again for another moment, then hugged him close. “Fine, I'll join you.”

Damien hugged her close back, smiling. “I'll make sure you don't regret it.”

Betty hugged even tighter.

After a couple minutes, Damien felt her breath on his chest. Letting go of her, he saw her eyes were closed, sleeping.

Damien smiled, carefully sweeping the hair out of her face, before closing his eyes as well.