[Perhaps it was the time that had passed, but somehow her revelation drew him up a bit short. She, the fantasy of beauty and life that her little village breathed into existence, and not once had she fallen into any sort of intimate situation? It raised his brows, though he kept his expression more or less neutral.]

Ah. In that case, I will endeavour to be a little gentle. One's first time can colour every time thereafter, and I would hate to ruin that for you.

[And did he mean it? He certainly, for once, sounded like he did. His lips curled as she gave her admission. Ah, but he did love it when he heard that. Happy, was it? When had he last felt an emotion that strong?

Long fingers grazing over her stomach, he hummed thoughtfully. Choices, so many choices.]

I am not so hard to make... happy, Okakou. If I can see you lose yourself in pleasure, that will be more than enough.