When he couldn’t remove his eyes from her long, pale legs and the many contours and curves that defined her impressively developed figure, she hugged one of her arms in a bashful manner and struggled to meet his eyes.
“How long are you going to stand there?”
Suppressing a gulp, he realized that she was waiting for him to follow suit and quickly stripped down to his unders, the two staring at one another with quiet, emboldened fascination. Realizing that he had to do something, Alistar closed the distance between them and placed a hand on Lessa’s blushing face, initiating an invigorating, heartfelt kiss. Their enthusiasm only grew in the moments that followed, though they parted after a few minutes when something seemed to draw her attention.
“That’s…”
He nodded, conscious of the heat on his face as he followed her gaze downward. She didn’t say anything more, simply stared down with open interest as he pulled her back into another exchange of quiet kisses. Bodies pressing into one another, they began to move more rapidly and with more force, both subconsciously settling atop the comforter-covered bed as they continued to revel in the other’s closeness.
Pulling back and staring down at Lessa with hesitant eyes, Alistar was reassured when she reached up and began to run her hands over his chest and down the length of his midsection, exploring the lean, muscular frame that he worked so hard to maintain. Seeing that she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as he was, a sudden spurt of bravery spurred him into tugging at the cloth wrap that bound her breasts, the strip of fabric landing atop the cold, stone floor as it fell from his confident hand with the shadow of a sound.
She instinctively pulled back, but only for a moment, her shoulders going lax as she laid herself bare before his wide-eyed gaze in the moments that followed.
These are Lessa’s…
He trailed off as his mind went blank, mesmerized by what seemed to be the most beautiful sight that he had ever laid eyes on. Her silver stare was resolute and desirous, her expression one of anticipation and a subtle sort of courage as she slowly reached a hand upward to slide a length of braided hair from her pretty, flushed face. Although he had already seen her chest on the day that he and his friends had gone swimming at the Greyline, the current, intimate atmosphere was incomparable to the lighthearted and accidental one from before and thus the experience felt entirely new to him.
After staring at her for almost a minute, he subconsciously reached out and began to feel around her body with elated hands, spurred on by her shy reactions to his adventurous touches.
What a nice feeling, he thought, marvelling at the softness of her skin, the perkiness of her small, pink nipples beneath his trailing fingers. Just when he had thought that Lessa couldn’t look any more beautiful in his eyes, he was introduced to an entirely different side of her.
Alistar’s joyous anxiety continued to increase as the two of them shed the last of their clothing, each eyeing the other with studious fascination as they beheld certain sights for the first time in their lives. Although there was a mutual sense of embarrassment between the two, it was a stimulating sort that Alistar had never felt before, a much more exaggerated version of the awkwardness he’d first felt in Lessa’s company early on into their friendship.
“Alie…”
“Lessa.”
Knowing that the coming moments would bring with them an entirely new experience that he was unlikely to forget for the rest of his days, Alistar took another step toward manhood and allowed his instincts to take hold of him.
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The bliss that followed was indescribable, an endless sequence of experimental movements and unbound passion defined by wonderful sounds and remarkable sensations that he would never have been able to imagine before actually being exposed to them. Admittedly, the intercourse seemed much more enjoyable for him than for Lessa, which left him quite shocked and a bit guilty. Was such a sensitive act supposed to be so painful for women? Every time he asked after her wellbeing she would assure him that she was fine and then urge him to continue on. Despite this, even the slightest of movements on his part left her wincing and gasping in obvious discomfort, grasping at the bed covers or clawing at his back as if in an attempt to distract herself from the act.
An unknown amount of time later, Alistar collapsed atop her with a contented sigh, panting lightly while covered in a thin layer of sweat. Lessa lay quivering beneath him, her arms still wrapped around his midsection as she rested her face in the nook of his neck. Her hair was frayed and in disarray, much of her body flushed from heat and arousal.
They lay together for a time, neither speaking a word as if all of their sentiments were easily conveyed to the other in an unspoken manner.
So that was intercourse, thought Alistar as his neck was tickled by Lessa’s quiet exhalations. An odd sense of clarity settled over his mind as he lay atop her in contentment, which gave rise to a strong sense of resolve as he thought about how reluctant he was to see Lessa leave the county as per her father’s decision. I’ll be damned if I let that old baron do such a thing with her. Not only Lord Edgar, but he was angered by the thought of any man engaging in such an act with her.
Pushing himself up and staring down at her bashful smile, he realized that most of the candles had gone out at some point during their intimacy. He relit these with a thought, at which point Lessa’s face took on even more colour.
“Sorry about that,” she said quietly, maintaining eye contact despite turning her head this way and that. “It was a bit overwhelming, and I didn’t want to show you such unbecoming expressions, so I…”
So that’s what happened.
He let out a brief laugh and then planted a gentle kiss atop her pretty pink lips. “Rest assured, I’ve never seen such beauty.”
Sitting upright on the bed, Alistar was taken aback when Lessa’s eyes widened in abject mortification. He followed her gaze down to his midsection and then to the comforter beneath them.
“Are you okay?” he said immediately, worry coating his voice when he saw the scarlet blotches that stained a large area of his bed along with a good deal of his lower body.
“I’m sorry, Alie!” Lessa covered her face, unwilling to meet his gaze when she saw the mess that had been made during the act.
“Where does it hurt? Should…should I heal you?”
Peeking through her hands, she somehow managed an exasperated look. “No, I don’t want you to heal me!”
Is this supposed to happen?
None of the texts he’d studied on intercourse had mentioned bleeding of any sort, though he didn’t idle on the thought and quickly accepted it as the way things were. Admittedly, he hadn’t read more than a minimal amount on the topic, so there was a very strong chance that he was simply ignorant of the normal process. Summoning a globe of water from the basin at his bedside, he willed it to float above Lessa and then transferred control of the spell to her.
“Why don’t we clean up a bit before bed? There’s another basin of water in the next room over, so I’ll go make use of it while you wash up.”
She nodded, unwilling to meet his gaze as she hid her beet-red face with a hand.
“Don’t worry, Lessa. I’m sure it’s perfectly natural.”
“Just go already…”
Since nobody else within the manor house was currently awake, Alistar didn’t bother dressing himself as he slipped out of the room and into the adjacent one, which was dark, cold and dotted with little clusters of dust. Looking down at his body after lighting a few candles, he was both surprised and a bit put off at the amount of blood that had half-dried atop his skin. Urging himself not to think about it, he cleaned his nethers in short order before wetting and drying his hand-length hair to rid it of any sweat.
He returned to his room to find Lessa attempting to wash his bedding with the water from the basin, still nude but now clean as if fresh from a bath. Thankfully, both of his pillows remained in fine condition, as did the quilt that the triplets had knit him for his first Name Day, which had been pushed to the side early on into their intimacy.
“I’ve ruined your bedding,” she said apologetically, face redder than ever. “I’m sorry, Alie. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled, approaching the bedside and pulling her into an affectionate embrace. “I’ll lose a thousand sets of bedding if it means I can be with you like this.”