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Ceallach always enjoyed visiting the North, as it gave him an opportunity to see friends and be with Aisling, but the last few trips there had made him nervous. He and Aisling were steadily getting more and more intimate with each other, and this excited him...but also made him anxious. He was eager to try new things with her - and he certainly did want to make love to her at some point - but he felt unsure. Was he, and more importantly, was she ready? He didn't want to rush or force her into anything she didn't want. Tension and frustration balled up in a deep part of him, and that scared him.

He awaited whatever new steps, if any, they made together, and he was happy, but anticipation gnawed at him. It stressed him out so much that he finally decided to talk with someone he figured would know what to do.

"Ceallach! What brings you here?" Rowan got up from his worktable with a smile and shook his hand. "You're doing well, I hope?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Ceallach sighed.

Rowan began tidying up the papers on the worktable. "Something's on your mind, then."

"That's right," Ceallach had a seat on a chair nearby. Rowan did the same next to him. "It's...well, it's Aisling."

"Ah," Rowan smiled knowingly.

Ceallach took a deep breath and let it out. "It's about...physical intimacy. I like being able to let her read in my lap and cuddle her. Letting her rest against me. But I...I also...I want her."

The doctor was silent for a moment. "Well, what have you done with her so far?"

Ceallach's ears burned, but he was already this far, and dismissing the subject was impossible. "We've kissed...I've touched her. Under her clothes and without them. So has she. Just not...between the legs."

"It sounds like you're on your way there, then. It will happen naturally."

"I think...part of me doesn't want it to happen. I'm scared I'll hurt her, and I don't want that, I want her to like it and feel good. But I also don't want to lose...being able to hold her just -- peacefully. Sometimes I feel as if we're losing that when we're...you know. Doing things."

Rowan leaned back and crossed his arms, frowning slightly. "Ceallach. Being lovers and being friends are not exclusive. There will be times when she's nearby, and you will want to be intimate with her. There will be times when you're together, and that won't be on your mind. And both are fine." His expression softened a bit. "The two of you are very close...closer than I can understand, perhaps. But I don't think sex will ruin that closeness, or change it negatively. It will just be another dimension to the relationship - without removing anything else."

Ceallach turned this over in his mind and nodded. It seemed right.

"As for hurting her during your first...it depends on the woman. Sometimes it will hurt, and sometimes it won't." Rowan paused to think about something, and laughed. "It also depends on the man! Obviously, if you're large, it will be more difficult for her to accommodate you. Pay attention to her. Even if she doesn't say anything, you should be able to tell what she's feeling. Let her tell you how to pace yourself."

Ceallach nodded some more. "The books I've been reading seem to say something among those lines, too..."

"Books, even," Rowan chuckled softly. He patted Ceallach's shoulder. "Listen. There's so much...literature glorifying the first time, but I wouldn't worry about it too much. It won't be your last, and you'll get better at it the more you do it. So...do it! Do it a lot!" He waved around playfully. "And try not to be so tense!"

Ceallach laughed despite himself. "Alright, alright...thank you, Rowan. I'll try."

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It was a long day, and Ceallach was looking forward to returning to his room and perhaps rest a bit. He had a lot on his mind.

When he entered his chambers, he saw Aisling seated on his bed, reading a book. He was used to her being in his room, so he didn't mind. Then he realized what book she was holding - one of the ones he had mentioned in his conversation with Rowan - and froze.

Aisling turned a few pages with an expression of curiosity and amusement. "Is this what you choose for light reading, Ceallach?"

Ceallach tucked his head and scratched the back of his neck. "I...brought along other things, really..."

"But you haven't even unpacked those other books," she said, laying back on the bed with an audible poof, patting the bed with a free hand. He took a seat beside her timidly. After turning some more pages, she paused to read a passage aloud. "Once the female is acceptably lubricated, penetration will, ideally, be neither difficult or painful. Lubrication may be induced by foreplay, or facilitated by the use of artificial lubricants...this doesn't make things seem very fun at all," she frowned.

"I mostly look at the pictures," he said, laying beside her and looking over her shoulder.

She flipped back to a diagram of a cross-sectioned penis and tilted her head at it. "The male's penis is normally flaccid, but arousal causes the corposa cavernosa to become engorged with blood, resulting in penile erection...'corposa cavernosa' sounds a little intimidating actually!"

Ceallach stretched out beside her and placed an arm around her belly. "It's just a part of me," he said after a moment.

"Yours isn't all cut up like this, is it?"

"What! No!"

Aisling turned to a page with a diagram of the inside and outside of the vagina. "Mine doesn't look like this at all!"

"Really?" Ceallach pulled her closer to have a better look.

"You can't see my flaps...the 'labia minora', when I'm not spread out. Here in the 'at rest' picture, they're kind of sticking out. Though you can see my clit and hood, unlike in this picture..."

He swallowed and pointed at the diagram on the opposite page. "But does it look like that when you're aroused?"

"I'm...not sure. I think so. I've never really thought of...using a mirror to look at myself when I'm like that." She turned towards the pillow, her cheeks coloring.

He smiled, then turned the page to find something else to look at. He landed on a picture of two barely defined people that seemed to be concentrating very hard on having sex, which looked so funny that the two of them laughed.

"Those two don't look like they're enjoying themselves much!"

"It's like they're focusing so much that they're missing the point!"

Aisling turned so she was facing him. "We're not going to be like that, are we?"

Ceallach tried to respond, but could only blink uselessly with his mouth parted slightly. She leaned up, tilted his head towards hers, and gave him a lengthy kiss. This, at least, he could respond to. When they parted, panting slightly, he took the book out of her hands and tossed it off the bed. "I don't think we'll be needing this..."

"We shouldn't have to have something telling us what to do," Aisling said with a light smile. "We'll figure this out together, right?"

"Yeah..." Ceallach placed a kiss in her hair and began to undo the lacing on the back of her gown. This allowed him to touch and run his fingers through her wings, which she clearly enjoyed. Her bodice opened and fell away slowly, like a blooming flower. While he busied himself with that, she unclasped his shirt and vest, peeling those back enough for the two of them to lie chest to chest without any clothing in the way. Her breasts pushed against him with a gentle pressure that excited him, especially with the prospect of being able to do more than simply rest against them...he shook his head to clear it. "Do you think we're ready?" he asked.

Aisling laughed softly. "You should know, you've been doing all the studying!"

He flushed at that. "I hear it might hurt the first time...so I wanted to find ways to make it hurt less. Make it something we can look back on."

She reached up and tucked some of his hair behind an ear. After a moment, she said, "It doesn't have to be perfect. This is something that...needs learning by doing."

Ceallach sighed in relief, leaning back a little. He was grateful she thought that way as well. Aisling took advantage of his pause and pushed him on his back, straddling him while grinning. "You need to lighten up!"

He returned the grin, taking a hold of one of her breasts and rubbing his thumb in a slow circle around it. "I take your pleasure seriously, what can I say?"

"They call it 'fooling around' for a reason," she laughed, shifting so that the gown fell past her waist. As she did that, her crotch rubbed up against his, and he couldn't contain a groan. With his free hand, he grabbed her butt and pulled her closer to him, trying to intensify the sensation. She repeated the motion she did before, leaning into it a bit more this time. He responded by pushing back with a steady rhythm. Aisling couldn't help but gasp when she noticed the very obvious effects their flirting had had on him. This was not the first time that she had felt Ceallach's manhood press up against her, but this was the hardest and fullest it had ever been. It made her insides, and her slit, tingle.

She pushed her skirt out of the way so she could see their point of contact. There was a definite bulge in his pants. He stopped his thrusting so she could touch or have a look. She placed a hand there, cupping the bulge, and felt gently around. She couldn't really tell what was what, but the entire package was bigger than she imagined. She was impressed, but also a bit concerned. She rolled off him and loosened the buttons and ties on his pants. He slid out of them, and the undergarments underneath, with a sigh of relief.

He was not fully erect, but still plenty aroused - his breathing was loud and a little uneven while his cock bounced a bit, the head streaked with a clear liquid. He sat up and held his shaft to still it, spreading some of his pre with his thumb. He noticed her staring and smiled sheepishly. "Want to touch?"

Aisling shifted so she was next to him and closed her hand around his. She could tell that her contact was making him more excited - his cock firmed up visibly in her grasp. He was incredibly warm. She flapped her wings in pleasure, using a finger to scoop a bit of his pre into her mouth. It was salty, with a slight taste of wood smoke that she had learned to associate with his body.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I'd have to try more," she said, positioning herself so that she was in front of him. He let go of his dick, which was now firm enough to stand quite well on its own. Seeing it like that was a little daunting. It seemed bigger than before, and she was starting to have doubts as to how well it would fit in her mouth...or in her. She swallowed and lay on her belly, taking him in her hands. She took some of the liquid running down his penis into her mouth with a long lick, trying to clean him up. The more she did that, though, the more there seemed to be.

"I like having the tip lapped at," Ceallach suggested, pointing at a little hole in the head.

Aisling paused and looked up at him. "...You mean you've had this done before?"

It took him a few seconds to process the implication, but when he did, he held his hands up helplessly. "No! Not at all -- I meant...I've done it to myself and I liked it!"

She straightened, unsure if she could believe him. He broke eye contact for a moment, then steeled himself enough to look at her again. "I can show you...if you want."

"Please do," she said, making enough room for him to lie down. He lay on his back and threw his legs over his head in a quick, smooth motion that suggested practice. From there, it was obvious that he could take some of his length in his mouth. To her surprise, she found this quite arousing. "It looks like you've done this quite a lot."

He chuckled in response. After shifting to make sure she could see, he began to lick and suck at himself, pausing sometimes to jerk himself a little bit before catching his cock in his mouth again. The sounds of pleasure he made were soft, but definitely noticeable. Aisling felt hot watching him - though she couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or turned on - and approached him. He made a questioning noise, but she leaned in and lapped at the parts of the shaft he couldn't reach. He moaned, motioning for her to get back so he could sit up. She complied, but not before lightly kissing the inside of his thigh while she was there.

"Ready to try?" Ceallach asked with a grin, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Aisling knelt in front of him, took a deep breath, and exhaled, allowing her hot breath to glide over him. He clenched his eyes shut and hissed, jerking his hips just the slightest bit. She took the head of his penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it as if she was giving it a kiss. He sighed his pleasure, placing a hand on the back of her head. She looked up at him, afraid she had made a mistake, but he nodded at her to get her to keep going. She brought a hand to cup his balls, while the other hand went around the shaft. Then, she took as much of him as she could in her mouth, suckling him gently as she worked the rest of the shaft with her hand. He pushed on the back of her head tentatively and was pleasantly rewarded when she responded to his suggestion, moving slowly and taking him a little deeper every time. He thrusted a little bit every time she moved, his breath coming out in soft moans. She shifted, squeezing her legs together, but kept pleasuring him, gazing up at him every once in a while.

He felt a familiar pressure building up, and an idea came to him. "Wait, Aisling..."

She paused, lifting her head away. A small line of saliva and other juices trailed from her lips to the tip of his cock. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you're doing great, it's just...I want to show you something," he panted, patting a place on the bed beside him. She slid up next to him, her own breathing short and warm. He placed his hands over hers, wrapping them around his cock. "I want you to see it..."

"Oh," she said softly, her cheeks coloring. "It's coming?"

"Yeah," he said, pumping their hands quickly. "And it's going...to be...ngh!"

His orgasm spilled out with much more force than he had expected. Streaks of cum flew out of him, and since he was pointing his penis towards them, it landed on their faces and chests. It hit him harder and longer than any orgasm he had ever remembered, and it took him a few moments to recover enough to see how she had reacted. To his delight, she seemed quite pleased and was cleaning off her hands by licking them clean. When she caught him looking at her, she leaned over to him and cleaned up the streaks on his chest with tiny kitten laps. He nearly yelped at the warm contact, but kept quiet so as to not startle her. When she was finished, she leaned back, smiling innocently. He responded by kissing away the spots that had landed on her face and chest, lingering awhile in the spot between her breasts. She purred her approval.

"Is it always like that?" she asked when he had finished.

"No, I've...I can't remember any time it's been that way. That was...so much more intense than it usually is." He leaned back so much that he flopped back on the bed. "Just...damn."

Aisling laid down next to him, laughing lightly. "I guess I did good?"

"'mazing," Ceallach said. "That...almost wiped me out."

"Not completely, I hope?" she asked meekly. He rolled over to look at her. "I was hoping you'd return the favor..."

"It's the least I could do," he said, pulling her gown completely off her. All that separated him from her most intimate parts were her hose and panties, but they weren't enough to contain her scent. It was strong but not overpowering, with a faint fiery wispiness, like blowing out a candle. Breathing it in made the spines on his back arch with want - all of his instincts screamed at him to pounce on her, but he kept himself in check and rolled her hose down instead of tearing into it. After that, he parted her legs to have a look at her.

Her sex was warm and slick with wetness, making her folds, thighs, and the little neatly trimmed patch of hair above her slit slippery. Her skin was a flushed pink and her slit already slightly parted, which allowed him to see every part of her intimate beauty. He traced every fold and every edge with a curious finger, moving easily due to how wet she was. She shuddered and fluttered her wings, which he thought was so cute he nuzzled her stomach. She placed a hand on his head and ruffled his hair lovingly.

"It's not perfectly symmetrical," he said after spreading her lips. This seemed to bother her, as she reached for a pillow and used it to cover her face. "It's not a bad thing! I like it. I think it's pretty."

Aisling peeked out from behind the pillow. She said nothing, but her wings twitched with anticipation (and possibly impatience). Ceallach took the hint and lapped down from her navel back to her slit, exploring each and every fold there with his tongue. She clenched the pillow with a thin moan, pushing his head closer with her free hand. She had a pleasant taste, light but lingering, and he probed his tongue within her in search of more. He drank deeply of her, feeling her walls twitch and clench against him. She didn't make as much noise as he did when he was being pleasured - neither in volume or in frequency - but she was clearly enjoying what he was doing.

Deciding that she needed something a little different, he drew back and pushed a finger into her sex, rubbing at places he hadn't been able to reach with his tongue. She jerked against him, a tight squeak escaping her throat. He pushed in a second finger slowly, twisting them in her and gently trying to separate them.

"You're so tight," he said softly, almost in wonder. Her whole body shuddered, as if what he said aroused her. This aroused him as well: her scent, taste, and reactions made him eager for more, and soon - he was hard again, and he wanted to make her feel like she made him feel moments before. He bent his head back down and slid his tongue in with his fingers, swirling around there before curling it around the little nub above her slit. She closed her legs around his head and clenched at his hair desperately.

He curled his fingers up towards him as he fingered her, kissing and suckling her clit all the while. She thrusted back erratically, sighing and moaning a lot more than before. Suddenly, she locked up, burying her face into the pillow. This surprised him, but he had barely enough time to react before his fingers and mouth were splashed with her juices. He lapped it up eagerly, trying to get every drop before it soaked into the bed. Then he sat up, leaning on one arm to look at her. She was breathing heavily, but hadn't moved since she came. He stroked her hair gently and smiled when she looked up at him, her eyes still slightly unfocused.

"Off," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, concerned. "...Take your shirt off..."

He suddenly realized he was still partially clothed and hurried to strip himself down. "There, finally..."

She let out a delighted little moan and reached her arms out, palms outstretched. He took her into his arms, holding her quietly while she recovered. Her smile was a sleepy and satisfied one as she ran her hands through his hair and over his back. Then she pulled back, looking vibrant again. "More?"

Ceallach shifted, which brushed his penis against her thigh. Any hope he had of hiding his arousal from her vanished utterly - not like he had ever intended to for long. "Do you think I'd say no?"

Aisling giggled, leaning in for a deep kiss. He could still taste himself on her tongue, and judging by the little moan she made against his mouth, she could taste herself as well. After they parted, he sat up, propping her up on his lap. "Like this?"

"Yes, that's fine," she said, leaning back just enough to have a look at his manhood. The head of it was slightly bigger than the rest, which daunted her a bit, but not enough to stop her. She positioned herself so that he grazed her entrance - that in itself felt good - and sank slowly towards him. It felt a little bit like being pushed apart with his fingers, but constant, and a little more intense. He made a gentle thrust, and it popped inside, sliding in until she couldn't sink down anymore. She pinched her eyes shut and gasped, freezing completely. It felt like being cut, which she knew was nothing compared to some of the wounds she had faced fighting, but it was in such a deep place that it stunned her.

He held her to his chest in a warm embrace, stroking her back. She was tight, so much that it hurt a little, but he knew the pain for her was worse. "Are you okay?"

"Give me a moment," she said, moving experimentally. That ignited the cutting feeling again, but it was less intense than the last time. She circled her hips slowly, trying to lessen or get used to the sort-of pain. It faded quickly, but there was still a warm pinprick she couldn't get rid of.

"Got it?" Ceallach asked, doing his best to hold back in case she wasn't ready.

Aisling realized he hadn't moved at all and was probably eager to do so. "Go ahead..."

He clasped one her hands, placed a hand on her hip to steady her, and thrusted up against her. Having him move felt better than doing so by herself, and not just for the added sensation - it felt less painful, and somehow soothing. She moved against him, angling herself so that every time they met, he grazed against her clit. This, combined with him touching a particular spot within her with every thrust, made her wings twitch with pleasure. Seeing her tremble was greatly empowering, and he thrusted harder and faster, lifting her up slightly every time their hips met. Still, he held her as tenderly as his passions allowed, lightly kissing her neck and shoulders. She purred, threading her free hand through some of his hair, which had long since come undone from its braid.

"Faster," she said, her voice barely audible. He grasped her a little more firmly and sped up. "More," she said between pants, clinging to him. He complied with relish, pounding her heartily. Her walls were incredibly warm, and the tightness had become pleasurable now - even the little clenching she made against him felt heavenly. Aside from the occasional squeak or moan, she was silent, but her flapping wings communicated her pleasure more than anything she could have said.

"Aisling!" he said in an urgent hiss. "I'm almost..."

"Go-!" she cried out, her wings flapping more frantically than ever. "Inside, please, inside..."

Ceallach needed no further encouragement. He let go, pouring warm seed into her, thrusting all the while. It was another drawn-out, hard orgasm that threatened to swallow all his energy all at once, but he hung on by slowing down his thrusts and making them even more pronounced. Something about this triggered something within Aisling, for her own fluids mixed with his a few moments later. With him still stuffed inside of her, there soon was no room for his cum, and it trickled down her thighs slowly. She purred, leaning against him.

"Woah," he said after a long moment.

"Now, was that so hard?" she said languidly, twirling a few strands of his hair with a finger. "And you were so worried..."

He pulled her into a hug and flopped back down on the bed. "I wanted to make sure you enjoyed it too."

"I did. Thank you."

He nuzzled the top of her head and closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion creep up on him quickly. Before he slipped into sleep, he felt her kiss his forehead.