Teach Me? [MF] [virgin][teaching][gentle][elf][human][first time]

Joan: A shy, petite human studying all the time. Bookish. Complete virgin, no idea how anything works. But she’s curious…

Faerval: An elven frat boy himbo type who’s surprisingly gentle and sweet.

They’re a couple of my OCs and I just wanted to write this scene up! Hope everyone enjoys.

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Joan had been thinking about it for weeks. It took her far longer than that get the spark in her mind. Now she’d formed a friendship with him. He didn’t seem to notice her eyes over her books, so she wasn’t sure… But she wanted to try, at least try. She was incredibly aware of every flicker of movement she nervously made. She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do. “Faerval?” Her voice was a squeak. He just hmmmmed from his spot across from her. “I- can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” He continued working with his figures and quill, looking back and forth between his messy sheets and his work.

“Can- you… can you be the one to take my virginity?” She shut her eyes, not wanting to hear his response.

“I- what?” At first he’s about to laugh, but then he sees she’s so nervous and he frowns. “I technically can, yes. Why- how about we talk about it first?” He offered.

She nodded with a tight throat, then just babbled. “I- I’m scared, and I want it to be with someone I trust, and with someone really experienced, and you’re my friend and-”

“Whoa, whoa. Joan. Joan it’s alright. Here have a drink.” He gives her a glass of water. “I won’t deny you’re a beautiful woman. I’ve…. I’ve had my thoughts about you.”

This makes her blush and he can’t stop a chuckle. “So you want… to control your first time? That’s what I’m hearing. You want to make sure it isn’t disappointing or painful or terrible?”

After a minute of thought she slowly nodded. “Yes. I- I don’t really know what happens. I kissed someone once and- it was so wet and horrid.”

His mouth opened in sympathy, but he smiled. “I can fix that at least. Would you like me to do it now?” She stiffened. “I’ll explain it all okay?” He assured her, and she unclenched her jaw. “If you ever- ever get overwhelmed, let me know.” He felt arousal rising in him like a gentle fire.

She was nervous but let him guide her to his room and shut the door. “Now?” She asked.

He paused. “I’m sorry-” Then seeing her nod in consent he shrugged. “Any noise you make in this room is allowed, any feeling, anything that happens doesn’t leave this room. I won’t tell, I will always listen to you. I will not judge you. I will put you and your experience first, Joan.”

She took all this in, then nodded again.

“Now. A kiss.” He gently leads her to the bed- tall and plush. “I gently bring my hand behind your head, around your neck. I put my other arm around your waist. Then I come in close, not too fast, not too slow. Then softly I press my lips to yours.” He explained. He did it as he spoke. His lips were delicate and soft and she let out a surprised sound at the distinct pleasure of it. He drew back a few inches. “If you like, you can touch me too. You don’t have to, but it can be exciting.” He gently kissed her again and she tentatively placed her hands on his chest.

He drew back after a few more kisses. “Now, allow me to undress you. Will you allow that?” As she nodded he knelt and with the most tender of fingers undid the waistband of her pants. “Lift up for me.” He murmured. She did so, shaky. She didn’t dare look as her legs were exposed. “Joan. You’re allowed to see your own body. It’s yours. Now I’m going to rub your legs and help you relax.” He runs his hands slowly up her legs. “Now I’m going to tell you how soft and beautiful your skin is… I’m going to kiss it. Rub your muscles and relax you.” He did as he said with ultimate care and sweetness, lips just grazing her skin.

Her breathing was quick and light but she didn’t pull away. What would happen next? “Now I’m going to remove your top.” She let out a sound as he touched the hem and thus her ribs. “It’s perfectly normal to make sounds as your body responds to intimate touch.” He reassured her.

With her top off she kept her eyes on his face, struggling to not cover her breasts from his roaming gaze. “It’s okay to feel scared, Joan. But I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to touch your breasts. Ah they’re soft and firm in my hands- your nipples are standing up. That’s normal, it’s a sign of your arousal. Nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.” She smiled cautiously and began to settle in, just watching his hands work on her body. He kneaded gently like a cat for a while, just watching her flush and feeling her warm under his touch.

“I’ll sit behind you now. It doesn’t have to be all sexual. Let me rub your back and touch your hair. And compliment you- ah you smell lovely, Joan.” He rubs her shoulders and back, lower and lower. He reaches around to knead her breast again. She gasps under his touch.

“This is- it’s good.” There was a tone of surprise as she leaned back against him. He said nothing but continued to work gently on her body. She jumps though when she feels his erection against her back. He gently keeps going. “It’s alright. It’s alright. Your partner often gets aroused- should get aroused. With men, we get hard. Often our…. penis…. grows or increases in size.” He explained. “It won’t hurt you. And I don’t ever do anything without consent, Joan?”

“Y-yes.” She gasped. “What’s next?” She whispered.

“I’m going to lay you back, on the pillows okay?” He picked her up and laid her down, gentle, tenderly. “I’m going to take these off.” She picked her hips up and nodded fervently.

“I- I feel warm? Down- down there.” She whispered to him.

“That’s normal.” He assured her with a squeeze to her hand. “Blood flow increases and your body produces fluid that makes sex easier- oh you’re confused. You have a lot of nerves down… down there, between your legs. They produce a pleasurable feeling. You can put things inside- a finger, an object, or a penis, to stimulate and produce more pleasure. You can build and increase that pleasure to something called an orgasm.”

The entire time he’s been stroking her stomach and thighs with tender, experienced hands. He places a gentle hand on the inside of her thigh and a soft sound escapes her. He kept his hand there as he reached and got a bottle of oil. “Sometimes, a virgin will need some extra lubricant if they want something inside of them. That’s okay. It’s whatever your body needs, and there’s no shame in it.” He smiled as he kneaded her flesh.

She moaned now, chest fluttering. There was a strange hunger between her legs, an empty… squirmy feeling. She wanted something there, something inside her she instinctively knew. Still a flutter of nerves filled her up. He moved his hand closer and she moaned again. “You’re radiating heat. You’re very very warm.” He whispered, sitting between her legs, his hand hovering there. “It’s good. I’m just going to press my hand flat- that feels good? I’ll add a little pressure… ahh yes that feels nice doesn’t it? I’m going to rub a little. Slowly.” With his free hand he drizzled a little oil down and slicked her up so his hand glided smoothly up and down.

Her breath came in quick pants now, and she moved up on the pillows to watch. She even spread her legs apart a little more. He paused after a few minutes of this. “I’m going to part… the lips like so…” He whispered, watching her jump as he did so. “You’re very wet- ah, it’s good, it’s good. It means you are responding. I like it- if your partner doesn’t like your body responding they’re a bad partner. They should care for you.”

“The- I look so strange-”

He kissed her to stop the words. “No. You’re normal. Trust me.” His touch was even lighter between her legs. “This… this round part is your clitoris. It’s the most pleasurable, but you have to be gentle. Is this okay?” When she nodded he continued until her breathing hitched in discomfort. He stopped right away, stroking down her folds and circling her entrance. “Here is where…. someone can go inside of you. Yourself, a partner, an object. Remember that’s how you get-”

“Pregnant! I know-” She squeaked and smiled shyly.

He nodded. “Those books are good for something. Is this good?” At her hesitation he added more oil.

She felt the need for him to press in but didn’t know how to ask or when or even why. Just that her body needed it. “Can you…. I want- I….”

“Do you want me to put my fingers in you?” He offered, still slowly circling her entrance. With her rapid nodding he gently pushed in.

The stretch ached and she stopped him every other second. He was patient and added oil every time until he was up to his knuckles. He just rested there as she heaved large gulps of air. It didn’t feel like she thought it would. It felt natural and good but strange. She relaxed herself as he stroked her body. “I’m going to move now. In and out.” She ached as he did so and the motion draws a whimper from her lips. He stops, finger out of her, eyes searching her face.

“It’s a lot.” She manages to get out. “It’s good. Keep- keep going.” He nods and holds her other hand as he pushes back in, marveling at her velvet heat. She squeezes his hand a little as pleasure begins to curl like a hot cat in her hips.

“Do you feel it building? I’m going to add a little pressure again. Just like before.” He grinds his palm against her clitoris while slowly dragging that finger in and out.

It’s all her mind can focus on. The slick sound and feeling and heat and wetness and the need to move her hips but stay still and keep the pleasure there and then to just

Her body- something’s happening- she clings to him in mild fear as her first orgasm ripples through her and she feels- her body…. clenching around him. It washes over her for an age and then it’s gone.

She’s dazed. “What-” Her moan is guttural as he pulls his finger out, covered in her fluids.

“An orgasm.” He patiently tells her before lipping at her nipple. This gives her more pleasure and she sighs in delight.

“I- I feel so good and….” For the first time she kisses him.

“Would you like to do more?” He wonders. Gesturing to his hard on he grins.

She flushes but nods, and he undresses. “You can say no.” He reminds her as she gazed at his full cock before her. He’s not huge, but he isn’t small either. She just shakes her head. “Is that a no or a yes?”

“I want it.” She says, eyes meeting his.

“Okay. I’m going to lube myself up, then we can take it nice and easy. Spread your legs a little wider and let’s…. let’s put a pillow under you to make this really easy okay?” He helps position her and then climbs between her legs. “I’ve got you, Joan.”

“I know.” She whispers back and kisses him as he starts to press in. Every second he stops and lets her adjust, until eventually he’s as deep as he can go.

“You let me know when you’re comfortable. Take all the time you need.” He tells her and presses a gentle kiss to her brow.

The stretch makes her whine but eventually she moves the barest inch against him. “Can you move?” She wonders.

“Anything for you, Joan.” He murmurs against her ear, then kisses her deeply as he starts to thrust ever so shallowly. Her pleasured body takes it well and her eyes drift shut. She feels the instinct to move and she makes a noise in her throat. “Yes?”

“I want- to move too?” She breathes, tentatively wrapping one arm around his neck.

“I’ll help you.” He shifts so he’s more kneeling, supporting himself with one arm. With his other arm he lifts her lower back up. “Now I’ll help you move up and down on me. I’ve got you.” He promises as she tries the motion. He helps her keep her own pacing against his body. She finds a bit of a rhythm and sighs in happiness as warmth creeps over her. He smiles fondly then joins in her rhythm. This pulls more noises from her and she can’t help but to brush her fingers over his muscular chest and stomach. “Joan? I’m very close to orgasming myself. Is that okay or-” She cuts him off with a kiss then squeaks in surprise as he gasps into her mouth as he comes inside her.

After a few heart beats he slowly withdraws. “I’ll clean us up.” He says and gets a soft warm cloth. A bit of blood comes away and she cries out. “Oh no no! It’s normal, it happens. You will heal. You’re going to be sore tomorrow though.” He tenderly kisses her legs, then begins to redress her.

“That was… a good first time.” She murmurs. “Thank you….”

“And it isn’t over. That was just sex.” He helps her off the bed and sits her in front of his mirror. “You deserve to be taken care of after sex. It isn’t just the act itself but everything surrounding it.” He begins to brush out her hair. He sweetly kisses her then pulls her tightly to him once he’s done. “Would you like to lay down and rest here? My bed is very large and comfortable. You are probably tired and it can be awkward or strange to be alone after your first time.” With her consent he pulls back the covers and picks her up, then lays her down. “There you go, there there now.” She lays nestled in the covers, watching him move about his room. At some point she drifted off to sleep to his warmth and noise, feeling safe and well cared for.

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