Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Helene Dakesh]

"Strange. I am not-- I am not sure I liked it." They frown, thinking back a moment. It was damp. No, I'm not at all sure I liked it.

[Tethras Clan]

"Alright. How about this?" he asks before sucking lightly on their ear, then nibbling very gently. As he does so, he reaches up to nudge their shirt off their shoulders.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene swallows, eyes still closed, feeling the nibbling. "Better," they say, gently. An unusual feeling. It-- ah! Definitely is unusual. Oh, my shirt! 

They open their eyes, pulling back a little, watching his face. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran chuckles. "Liked that did, you?" he asks, looking pleased with himself. He shifts his focus then, trailing kisses and gentle nips down their neck towards their breastbone. He pulls the shirt completely with one hand while he continues to knead at her with the other.

[Helene Dakesh]

I should ask him to leave the breastband, they think, but they don't speak. No. He needs to know what it looks like. What this body looks like. What... I look like. 

So instead, summoning all the bravery they can manage, they raise both hands behind them, reaching for the knot that keeps their breastband in place. 

[Tethras Clan]

And gets smacked, lightly, on the hand. Zevran pulls back, a not very serious frown on his face. "Tsk tsk Helene. This is my gift to unwrap," he whispers. That said, he winks and darts in for a kiss.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene pulls back, frowning at him. "Are you... reconsidering?" they ask, studying him for the answer. "Or merely prefer to undress this one yourself?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran raises an eyebrow. "I did say I wanted to unwrap my gift myself, did I not?" A pause. "You are the gift," he clarifies.

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one was concerned that... that you do not wish the breastband removed," they admit, lowering their gaze. 

[Tethras Clan]

"I just hadn't gotten to it," Zevran assures them. "I am trying to make this enjoyable, not just a chore for you to struggle through. However..." he reaches behind them, untying the breast band. Once it's loose, he flicks it to the side and gives their body a pointed look. His expression never changes- banked hunger, light humor and warmth. He tugs her close with the hand on their bum, then slowly brings his face closer to their chest, angling it upwards so he maintains eye contract.

[Helene Dakesh]

They watch him carefully, looking for any sign of shadow, knowing what he'll see: their chest is not just flat, but lacks even the faint swelling that many call 'flat-chested'. The lack of curves is already apparent as well: not just the fat deposits many humans have, but also a narrow pelvis, unsuitable for childbearing, not yet fully grown. Never fully grown. 

When they see no sign of repulsion, their shoulders relax a hair, and they swallow, keeping eye contact despite the discomfort. 

[Tethras Clan]

Seeing them relax, he winks then focuses on their chest. Moving even closer, he flicks his tongue across one of their small, dark blue nipples.

[Helene Dakesh]

Their eyes widen, and they break eye contact. "Ah! That feels good," they admit, hands curling slightly. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Just wait," Zevran purrs, a half-laugh in his voice as he places a hand on each of her their hips. And then he wraps his lips around the nipple and sucks.

[Helene Dakesh]

They let out a soft, high moan -- one that points out how hard they worked to develop a lower, more gender-neutral voice, as it's a high, girlish sound.