The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

He hesitates, wanting to ask for more, but... after a moment, he nods, swallowing hard, and moves to sit with his back to her. At least I'll learn how to-- "Oh! Oh. Roland s-said-- oils. I need oils."

[Bethany]

"You're in luck, this is the bedroom of a devout Cirenite," Beth says cheerfully, moving over to her nightstand to grab a bottle. "Massage oil, check." Coming back, she presses up behind him, kneeling low. 

"Hey," she purrs in his ear. "Ready for your... massage, big boy?"

[Carver Amell]

He groans again. "Gods," he whispers. "I want-- I want your mouth like I never wanted Jadan."

[Bethany]

Beth hisses softly. "New tip- don't bring up your exes," ever, "when you're naked with a... well, even a pretend lover," she says as evenly as she can, pulling back to uncork the bottle. 

[Carver Amell]

"S-sorry, I-- I just-- I wanted-- gods, Beth," he groans. 

[Bethany]

Chuckling softly, Beth hums with pleasure. Okay, this is pretty flattering all told. I know it's more about his new body than mine but... still. "Hold out your hand. Your good hand," she whispers softly, pouring some oil in hers and planning to do the same for him.

[Carver Amell]

He holds his right hand out, palm-up, swallowing as he closes his eyes briefly. Get yourself under control, pay attention! Stop picturing her breasts. You had breasts just like them a week ago. They're not special. But gods above they're gorgeous. 

[Bethany]

That done, she stretches to put the bottle on the nightstand, then presses up against Carver again, very likely destroying his attempts at control again. "Alright... now, I want you to pay attention to how I hold you," she whispers against his ear, twisting awkwardly to get her hand in position but only resting the back of it on his thigh for now. "I'll do a bit like this, then have you try some while I shift to finish things. This position is hell on my back."

[Carver Amell]

He whimpers, nodding as he bites his lower lip. For all that's holy, touch me, he prays.

[Bethany]

If he even got half of that... Amused, Beth giggles and pressing more firmly against him, her nipples hardening a bit against his back. Okay, I evidently get off on the whole 'being in charge' thing. Good to know. And possibly the naught aspect of this, 'cause damn. "Brace yourself," she singsongs and takes a firm grip of his cock. She waits a few seconds, then slowly begins to stroke him. "Remember to watch," she orders. Wow, he is seriously thick around. This is actually kind of hard to do right... Good things elves have long, slim fingers, that'll help make up for how dainty she is...

[Carver Amell]

Carver does his best to pay attention to her technique, but most of his brain is occupied with the results. He pants, groaning a bit, his cock twitching in her hand, eager and ready. "Gods. Gods."

[Bethany]

Proving undeniably that she is an evil, heartless bitch, Beth stops after only a minute. "Alright, your turn," she says as she removes her hand. "Just like how I did."

[Carver Amell]

Carver lets out a positive whine, sounding so much like his Mabari it's almost funny. Reluctantly, however, he grips his cock, stroking it gently as she had. After a moment, inspiration hits, and he leaves off the shaft, moving his thumb over the head of it much as he might work a clitoris. 

[Bethany]

"Good instincts," Beth says proudly. "Vary the speed and pressure too. And if you leave your thumb pressed in like that and stroke again, it'll rub the head at each peak." She watches a bit more, then pulls away to crawl around him so she can get off the bed.

[Carver Amell]

He whines again as she pulls back, leaning back against the headboard that was behind her as she vacates her spot. He swallows, trying not to beg as he instead focuses on what he's doing, on how nice it feels. I like when my hand's wrapped around it -- imagine how much better it'd be to be inside someone, them touching every part of me.