Tales of a Child Eternal [NSFW]

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran sighs a little. "Helene. It'll be okay," he promises them. "Even if it turns out you're some strange aberration that doesn't find me attractive, I'll still be your friend. Okay?" Wait, not find him attractive? A beat, then, "would it help if I went first?"

[Helene Dakesh]

They shake their head. "This one has no question about finding Madam Zevvy attractive," they admit. "This one is nervous that... If this is... too much for Madam Zevvy, please inform this one immediately, and this one will leave." So saying, they move to unhook their suspenders, fingers clumsy on the hooks. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Wait," Zevran says softy, leaning forward. "May I?" he asks, reaching out a hand.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene searches his face for a moment before nodding. This is Madam Zevvy. He knows what he's doing.

[Tethras Clan]

"Thank you," Zevran says warmly, eyes on theirs. Sliding off the cot, he comes to kneel next to Helene. Again he kisses them, this time a little more... actively. Still chaste, but with more interest, more passion. As he does so, his nimble fingers detach the suspenders before ghosting towards the buttons on their shirt.

[Helene Dakesh]

Again, Helene returns the kiss, closing their eyes as the suspenders unhook. I will have to look, eventually, but... 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran flicks his tongue across their lips, asking silently for permission as he continues to disrobe Helene. He keeps his touches light, teasing rather than pleasing, trying to stoke their passion. Keep their mind off their doubts and fears. "We can stop if you wish... and tell me... if you want me to do... or not do... something," he whispers between kisses.

[Helene Dakesh]

"I--" they begin, whimpering softly. "I want... I need to be sure. I need to know you will see me and not.." 

[Tethras Clan]

"I will see you, see my friend," he promises. And if I do not do so right away, you will never notice my failure. He continues to strip them, taking his time, making sure to caress and tantalize. "Tell me what feels good," he whispers. He grazes his teeth lightly over their jaw as his fingers stroke the soft skin of her lower back. "Focus on what you're feeling. Help me learn you."

[Helene Dakesh]

What... feels good? They swallow, focusing on the sensations in their body, trying to -- for once -- not ignore their body but live in it, let it touch them. "That," they whisper, as his fingers trail up their spine. "That feels good." 

[Tethras Clan]

"Oh... how about this then," he croons, one hand hooking the waistband of their trousers and boxers in order to allow the other to cup Helene's admittedly flat bum. As he does that, he runs his tongue along the curve of their ear. Flat but no more than a skinny elf or kender, he notes absently. Even some human men.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Ah!" They say, clearly startled. "This-- this feels-- the hand feels nice." 

[Tethras Clan]

"Not the ear?" he asks, moving his focus to kiss their temple. Zevran does, however, continue to mold and stroke their bum.

[Helene Dakesh]

"I-- I am not, ah, accustomed to being licked," they confess. "Is, is this... alright?" 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran bites back a half dozen comments and jokes he could make to reply, "do you like it? Was it... just strange or did it feel bad?"