( 7 ) Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.

[problemagus]

( He doesn't think he's ever seen Irisviel this happy.

Frankly, he wished he could have done more for her. A brief ceremony, held in the Einzbern's private cathedral. It felt trivial, compared to the trial it took to convince Acht to agree to this arrangement. They would have to make the most of it. For them, it would be enough.

But that's not to say he wouldn't make the occasion special for her, in whatever ways he could. Opting to carry Irisviel back to their quarters in his arms through the chill and the snow, never once breaking his gaze from her face, as though he wanted to etch her expression into his memory.

And it's through the doors, traveling up the steps they go. A normally mundane trip, roaming through the corridors of the Einzbern castle, made agonizing by Irisviel's eager anticipation-- and perhaps his own, as well.

But as soon as he's made it to the room, their room (a curious thought for Kiritsugu, leaving him strangely elated,) he wastes no time carrying her to the other side of the room, resting her delicately against the lofty bed, before leaning inwards to place a kiss atop her forehead. )

How are you feeling, my love?

( Yes, it was obvious she was excited. But her thoughts? He wanted to her them vocalized. )

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[homomculous]

[If anyone knows that sometimes, a little pain is necessary to get what you really want, it should be him. But she's not surprised he's so much more protective of her than himself... or really, anything else.

She spreads her legs for him easily, letting his hands guide her. And then, when she's nice and open... there he goes.

The feeling of being spread open is enough to get a shocked little gasp out of her. She wouldn't call it painful, maybe not even uncomfortable. It is something she's never felt before, though, and it's difficult at best to put her thoughts into words.

Fortunately, she's pretty sure she doesn't have to. She just breathes in, relaxing herself as best she can, trying to wrap her head around the new sensation. A quiet murmur leaves her lips.]

Feels... strange. Keep going, love.

[The last part she consciously adds, knowing that if she didn't, he might misinterpret her.]

[problemagus]

( He's painfully aware of her, from every sigh to the tilt of her head. Fortunately, for him, his fears are eased. Watching her slowly sweep into a state of relaxation. 'Keep going?' Well, perhaps he ought to help her. )

Here, you'd probably enjoy this, darling.

( For now, his thrusts are slow, languid. He's reaching up to cup her wrists, guiding her hands to her own breasts, thinking she could stand to learn to pleasure herself as his hands moved elsewhere. His fingers so suddenly rubbing her clit, the right hand sliding underneath her rear. )

[homomculous]

[As his hips start to slowly rock, her body does the obvious thing and adapts to having him inside of her. Funnily enough, the first thing she really notices is how warm he is. Her insides grip onto him as he moves within her and for a few seconds the thing she feels most is heat.

Her hands go with his gentle urgings and she starts plucking at her own nipples, finding them far harder than she'd realized. It's at this point she realizes the heat isn't just coming from him. She's heating up down there too. Somehow this realization comes along with a clearer set of feelings, and the shape of him becomes more obvious. Maybe because her inner walls are wrapped around him so close and she can finally feel it properly now that she's starting to stretch out.

Honestly she's not certain of any of the whys, she's just going along with it at this point. Trying to think it all through was helpful while her body was still adapting, but it's rapidly becoming counterproductive. And then his fingers find her clitoris and for a moment it's utterly impossible.]

Ahhhh! Ohhh my, I was not expecting that...

[problemagus]

( It's reassuring. Though he'd prefer to see her lose herself in her pleasure, she at least appears to be enjoying herself. He can work with that, he can aid her along-- even finding himself lightly smiling at her as she explores her body. His hand begins to grip and fondle at the soft flesh of her bottom, aiding him as he pumps into her at a steadier pace. )

Enjoying yourself?

( His voice almost ragged. But it's something he's quite enjoying, himself. He'd always detached himself from the closeness or warmth of physical intimacy before, never knowing how to perceive such attachment with the added stress of a mission. But now he had the freedom to explore them, with his bride, over the child they were about to create.

His fingers remain at her folds, deftly skimming against them. )

[homomculous]

[The more she can properly feel this, the closer she gets to that point. Her body clings to him as he pumps his way in and out of her, and little tingles of delight are starting to slide their way up her spine.]

Mmmmm... yes, I- oh!

[His fingers stroke up her slick lower lips at the same time that he thrusts into her, and she's interrupted with a sudden shock of pleasure. Oh yes, more of that, that's precisely what she wants right now, and her hips rock up towards him in hopes of getting more.]

I need to stop dying on you

[problemagus]

( Oh, she's getting into it huh? That's actually... quite encouraging for him. With the way she bucks her hips, he doesn't even think to ask if this is okay. Merely raising his arms to circle around her back, opting to pull her in closer as his pace becomes hastier, more erratic.

For Kiritsugu's part, the sensation was something even he wasn't quite sure he'd felt before. The pure elation of merely touching her, holding her against his skin, her scent overwhelming his senses, that he could forget himself in this singular, blissful moment. Were his thoughts more coherent, he'd wish the same for her. To forget the pain she endured, to think of only her life going forward.

Grabbing the back of her head, his lips inch closer towards Iri's own. )

You can always revive!

[homomculous]

[She can feel him everywhere, it seems. Even behind her, now that his arms are wrapped around her, holding her like that. It's exhilarating, though the star of the show is still the space between her legs, of course. Between his fingers and the feeling of being thrust into, her mind is quite unable to focus on anything else. Which she figures is the entire point.

His lips are near hers all of a sudden. She didn't even notice he was coming closer until his hand caught her head like that. Parting her lips, she moves to meet him, their kiss swallowing up her cry as she feels a spark jump form her loins and burn through her whole body. This can't last long, but oh she's going to revel in every second.]

:3c

[problemagus]

( Right now, keeping her happy is his single-minded fixation. Mechanically thrusting his hips for as long as she can tolerate. Swallowing her lips with his own, gliding his tongue into her mouth, all while his chest push down against her own. His fingers remained at her clit, vigorously rolling his fingers in circles.

He can steel his mind until she's sated, he thinks. Giving himself over to her like this, in body and spirit; entranced by the way her cheeks flushed, the way her eyes glistened. )

[homomculous]

[He was giving her entirely too much for her to withstand it. Her moans and cries were swallowed up by his lips, but they were all she had to offer other than mindlessly clinging to him, fingers gripping his back, nails pressing against his skin not out of any actual desire of hers, but simply because she was too far gone to realize.

Every second, every movement built her up, wound her tighter. She could feel the moment approaching, inevitable and overwhelming. She yearned for it, grinding and bucking against him shamelessly as she got closer, closer, almost there...

Her whole body seemed to tighten as she went over the edge, the kiss breaking when her back arched too much for their lips to stay together, letting her final wail fill the air, her vision going white.]

[problemagus]

( He hardly minds it. It is what Kiritsugu wanted for her, after all. To feel loved, cared for. With the way she grips and digs her fingernails into his back, he can tell she's getting where she needed to be, thus, allowing himself to slip with her. Keeping up with her growing pace, thrusting into her cunt until he feels her back arch-- causing him to collapse against the bed, his seed spilling inside of her.

With his cock still firm inside of her, he doesn't think to pull out, not yet. But he does want to simply hold her, dote on her in this shared state of ecstasy. Pulling her into his arms, his fingers thread into her hair, lips nuzzling against her forehead. )

How are you feeling, knuddelbär?

( Raspy voice and all, did he just...? )

[homomculous]

[For a few moments she's just... floating away, mentally and emotionally speaking. She sighs in bliss and just gives off a soft cooing sound as he pulls her limp body up into his embrace.

She does manage to hear what he says to her, and giggles in response, nuzzling into him, heedless of the stubble rubbing on her face.]

Like I'm floating on air, geliebter.

[problemagus]

I told you I'd carry you, didn't I?

( That was the intended effect, yes. For Kiritsugu, himself, a surreal feeling. Happiness like this never had a tendency to last, he thinks. It's a life he's submitted himself to. It's not a life she should have to endure.

He breaks that chain of thought when she returns his affections in kind, the sensation of her touch feeling heightened by his own arousal. Did she always feel this warm? )

[homomculous]

Mmmm, so you did. And so you have.

[Or, are. Depending on how one looks at it. After all, she's still feeling that way. Like the world's just... fallen away, and the only real things are her, him, and this ecstatic floating feeling.]

Not that I ever doubted you.

Help him....

[problemagus]

( He's content to merely rest beside her, despite everything, really. Still feeling noticeably erect between those thighs, even as he tilts his head to meet her neck, brushing his lips against the soft flesh there.

He was in no hurry to relieve himself, but his growing sensitivity was becoming somewhat maddening. )

Well then, may I wrap you with my wings?

( He's not quite sure where he's going with this metaphor, but hopefully, he means to invoke an image of protection. )

We all know there's no saving him

[homomculous]

[Okay, she can't help but chuckle in delight at that.]

You've already got me wrapped up.

[Quite true, with his arms wrapped around her like this, and hers around him in turn of course. She squeezes him gently, still not quite noticing his predicament at the moment.]

Or did you have something else in mind?