The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

"Cool," Beth says brightly. "But yeah, it's nice. Like telling me I'm pretty but... very bluntly. And in a way you shouldn't make obvious unless you're already close to someone."

[Carver Amell]

Carver takes a deep breath, then another. "W-well... if you're... if you're s-sure..."

He reaches down, then, unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down. He stands, moving to remove the underthings -- surprisingly lacy, but then, he hasn't gone shopping for them yet -- and slips them down as well, leaving his shirt on.

It's immediately clear he's only a little bit aroused -- less than she was expecting, honestly. Because even that little bit is... well. He's definitely... large. His cock is nearly twice as wide as Zev's, and it's not much shorter if at all in length. 

[Bethany]

"Gods above, that's going to rip Merrill in-" She cuts herself off, then quickly adds, "hyperbole! I mean, exaggerating out of shock or for humor. It's just- Dau either likes you or the gods were making up for the lost manhood time in manhood, uh, quality."

[Carver Amell]

He blinks, reddening further. "I-- I'm... big?"

[Bethany]

Beth nods a little. "You're- actually, let's..." A familiar look enters her eyes, giving him a bare second of warning of a prank or teasing. Not nearly enough to prepare himself before she runs her hands up her torose and cups her breasts to give them a bit of a shake as she moans, low and throaty.

[Carver Amell]

Carver's jaw drops, and before he knows it, his dragon stands at full attention. "Beth," he whispers, licking his lips.

[Bethany]

Beth blinks. "Wow, that... got... Umm. Yeah, you're pretty big. Wow. Zev was maybe a finger width longer but like..." She holds up her fingers, making a circle to show a width, still cupping herself with the other. "Maybe three-quarters as big around? Merikos so he was slimmer than you... in more than one way."

[Carver Amell]

"Beth," he urges, swallowing hard. "I-- gods above, please let go of your tits!"

[Bethany]

"Wh- oh! Sorry," she says, quickly doing as asked. "Was- it was really that..?"

[Carver Amell]

"You are amazingly distracting," he groans, swallowing hard. "Gods. I want to-- Gods. It would be so improper. But I-- I just-- gods."

[Bethany]

Beth flushes, prenning a little before she can stop herself. Sobering, she rises to her feet. "Umm... well... did you want to... to learn how to masterbate?" she offers a little shyly. "As a guy, I mean? At least, I assume you... before?"

[Carver Amell]

He shakes his head. "I never-- didn't like it," he mutters. "I-- you could-- demonstrate?" he asks, in a husky voice. "On me? What to do?"

[Bethany]

"..,pushing it but fair," Beth decides. "Okay... how to..." She ponders a moment, then nods. "Okay, this is going to be a two step thing. First..." She takes a seat on the bed, then frowns. "Maybe..." Twisting onto her knees, she crawls further onto the bed, incidentally mooning him. "Take a seat. I'll reach around to show you how you'd grip yourself."

[Carver Amell]

He lets out a soft whimper. "Beth," he groans. 

[Bethany]

Pausing, she looks over at him. "What?" A beat and she twists again to be reclining on her hip. "Sorry! I didn't- that one was an accident. Sit, sit."