Chapter 10 - a little more (Shura)

Shura is always cautious with her, as if he still believes all of this is too good to be true, that she might fade away at any moment, and it will be revealed to be just another dream. They’ve taken things slow since he confessed to her, with plans to be married properly once the war is over. Until then, he is cautious with her, hesitating before grabbing her hand, holding it with a light grasp, never meeting her eye when he does so.

His kisses are even less frequent, and even more chaste, quickly brushing his lips with hers, sometimes only brushing her forehead. If Corrin pushes for more, then he will give in, but he always hesitates so much when it comes to doing anything himself. She knows that she needs to prove to him that it is all real, that she isn’t going anywhere, and that it’s perfectly fine to be as affectionate towards her as he wants to be. Not only that, but she wants him to be more affectionate, and if possible, she’d like for their relationship to be more physical.

With only one idea in mind to show him what she means, she gets him alone one night, requesting that he come to her room with her. He is hesitant to do even that, but he willingly follows her, allowing her to lock the door behind him. She thinks he must have some idea what she wants from him, but his jaw nearly hits the floor when she starts removing her clothes as if it’s nothing.

Truthfully, she’s been very nervous about this, but she’s told herself again and again that she needs to get used to the idea. He’s going to be her husband someday anyway, so better to get all of her nerves out of the way sooner rather than later. Now, she steels herself as she strips, pleased to see the way he blushes and looks away, stealing glances back at her despite himself.

“C-Corrin?” he coughs. “What...what’s going on?”

“I want to show you something,” she replies, before laying back on her bed, completely naked. “Will you please look at me?” 

“I...it’s hard not to, honestly,” he admits. “Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“I already told you,” she says, “I want to show you something.” Slowly, she spreads her legs, watching his blush deepen as she does so. “I’ve been thinking about you all the time lately, since you confessed to me...I’ve been thinking about how you touch me, and how much I want you to touch me, and...I want to show you what I do when I think about you.”

By now, his face is completely red, and he swallows hard as she reaches a hand between her legs. She holds his gaze, not allowing herself to be the one to break eye contact as she starts to finger herself. Many nights have been spent pleasuring herself as she fantasizes about her husband to be, but it was only a few nights ago that she began to wonder what it would be like to have him standing at the foot of her bed, able to see just what he does to her.

“Corrin,” he breathes, but he doesn’t know what to say beyond that, and he falls silent again. She whimpers softly, and he stiffens, and his arousal steadily becomes visible. Tonight, she is going to get what she wants out of him.

“You don’t have to be afraid to do more to me,” she murmurs, gasping and moaning as she finishes the sentence. She has to catch her breath before she can speak again, and says, “I really wish that you would do more, actually.” She closes her eyes for just a moment, but it is enough time for him to take her by surprise, and when she opens her eyes, it is because he has climbed on top of her, moving so quickly that she had no time to react.

“How can you expect me to hold back like this?” he says in a low voice, pulling her hand away as he grabs both of her wrists, pinning them above her head. He leans forward, pressing his cock against her, and she realizes that he’d even had a chance to get his pants down enough to have them out of the way, all while she’d closed her eyes.

“I had hoped you wouldn’t,” she murmurs with a smile, and he gives a slight shudder.

“Oh, Corrin…” Again, he presses his erection against her. “You’re a force to be reckoned with, you know that?”

“I want you,” she replies simply, and he groans, his expression slightly pained before it fades into a half-smile.

“You’re driving me absolutely crazy,” he says, before thrusting forward.

It takes some time before he is able to fully bury himself inside of her, as Corrin struggles to relax, and Shura has to force himself to hold back just a little longer. But he manages, patiently waiting for her to adjust, never giving her more than she can take, until he is as deep as he can go, and Corrin has grown accustomed to the new fullness, the pain subsiding and giving way to pleasure.

“How’s that?”

“Good,” she gasps, “it’s good.” She can’t think to say anything else, reduced to a simple description that doesn’t come near doing it justice. Instead, she raises her hips to meet his, encouraging him to continue. Shura responds to her encouragement in kind, rocking his hips as he picks up the pace, until they’re both panting and incoherent.

Corrin had already built up so much just pleasuring herself in front of him, so it doesn’t take him long to get her to the edge, and she clenches her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she comes, crying out.

Shura’s pace becomes erratic then, almost frantic as he finishes himself off, giving a few more quick thrusts before nearly collapsing over her, spilling inside of her. He pulls out then, rolling off to the side so that he doesn’t have to lay on top of her, and she pushes her body close to his as the two of them steadily recover.

“Did a little bit more this time,” he finally says. “Was that what you had in mind?”

“Exactly what I had in mind,” she replies.

“You know I only took things slow because I didn’t want to push you, right?”

“I know. That’s exactly why I had to show you what I wanted,” she says. “I wanted you to know just how sure I was.”

He gives her a warm smile. “I’m so glad you did.” 

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