Olivia's fingers fidgeted as she dealt with a severe case of jitter that went beyond her usual pre-performance nervousness as she sat on a crate backstage. However, she could still easily hear the pitty patter of feet and the beautiful voice belonging to the current group out on stage as the audience was seemingly silent in appreciation.
Oh how she wished to watch them herself, her passion for the craft urging her to do so. Yet she couldn't bring herself to, not when these current nerves threatened to overwhelm her. So there she sat in her own secluded corner, hoping to keep calm long enough so that when she finally went out there and danced, her worries could fade away.
She glanced at the mirror in front of her, able to see her reflection even with the dim lightning. She'd traded in her usual white fabric for a more exotic black gown, and similar to the former attire, it left much of her body on display. Be it through exposing her pale, immaculate skin or highlighting her body's voluptuous curves around her chest or rear.
She'd been waiting for a chance to finally try on this dress after receiving it here in the land of Askr. But right now, she felt little joy or embarrassment about it, instead too preoccupied by her bout of stage fright. Coming to Askr had - in simple terms for her - been rather… overwhelming.
How else could she describe being summoned to an unfamiliar land and labeled a hero? That alone would have been quite a lot to process, except the fact that there were hundreds of others sharing the title ranging from skillful fighters, legendary figures, and even gods made her feel rather inadequate, almost unworthy to stand alongside them.
Such inadequacy was furthered when she thought about her fellow performers, who had all come together to organize this concert and take advantage of the wonderful opportunity Askr provided. By urging each other to pair with partners from other words or take inspiration from cultures they normally couldn't in their world, they wished to hold something of a cross-world appreciation. A sentiment Olivia herself was initially quite on board with.
Now though, she was beginning to wonder if her performance would be enough to contribute, especially in regards to some of the other performances that had already taken place. The pair of Dorothea and Lene followed by the duet between Azura and Leanne being standouts with how they didn't just combine their talents but took prominent inspiration from foreign cultures as well.
"Olivia?"
The call of her name pulled the rosette dancer from her thoughts. She turned to find the source standing just to the side, a short, blue-haired boy. Then again, she knew he wasn't quite a boy considering his heritage, similar to Nowi, even the part where they acted younger than they appeared. And these past few weeks had made her well aware of that fact, considering he was her partner. As such, she managed to attempt a polite response. "Y-Yes, Nils?"
"It's almost our turn," He calmly informed, taking note of her worried face and asking, "You scared?"
Olivia responded with a small, bashful nod, prompting the young manakete to offer a reassuring smile. "Don't be, you practiced too hard to let such things drag you down."
Olivia was slightly aback by how little hesitation he expressed himself. Her cheeks lightened up a shade from his comment and his gentle, honest smile. She found herself unable to properly handle such a compliment, prompting her to stutter a reply. "I-It's nothing," She told him, downplaying her efforts and instead shifting the praise by adding, "T-You practiced, even more, trying to accommodate me…Especially considering how short notice this was for you."
"Don't mention it! Sure it was a bit sudden being asked to fill in for my sister, but I can see why she wanted to ensure you still had someone to play with to show off your skills. I'm honored to take her place in some way to ensure others can see it as well," He expressed, once more leading to his partner's blush to brighten as they each recalled their time together during the last few weeks.
In truth, Nils had originally not planned to take much part in this concert, his sister meanwhile, had chosen to pair up with the rosette, with the two having grown rather close friends during their time in Askr. Unfortunately, sudden complications in the form of an important mission with her son gave her little choice except to bow out.
Yet knowing how much practice Olivia had put in already, and not wanting it to go to waste or leave her frantically looking for a new partner, the blue-haired manakete turned to her younger brother for aid. He may not have been as skilled a dancer, but his talents with a flute more than made up for it. And when he got into the groove with his sister, he managed to join her movements with simple steps and body sways that made for quite the sight.
Despite all their practice together in an attempt to recapture some of that magic and make it their own, Olivia felt some of her initial worries start to return. As such, Nils once again attempts to comfort her. Yet seeing how his words seemed to fail, he opted for a different approach through action.
"Heh!?"
The nervous dancer slightly jumped up with a surprised, little squeak as her fidgeting hands were suddenly seized by Nils' own. She looked at him with wide, confused eyes, only for him to continue smiling at her while wrapping his smaller fingers more gently around her palms.
She hesitantly gazed into his brown eyes, uncertain of how to respond to his acts. His brown eyes offered something other than a warm gaze, something cooler, the sort of chill that would pair perfectly with a bright, shining sun for a comforting experience. It was a similar case for his hands, small scales doting around his skin that hardly made it that soft or smooth. Even so, he offered a gentle grip, one that she'd almost venture to say made her feel safe.
These aspects brought a comforting chill that enveloped her body, only for it to be contrasted by Olivia's fluttering heat which was enough to make her cheeks light up just the slightest bit. Before she knew it, Olivia's worries began fading away, and her body relaxed as well. And seeing this, Nils' smile brightened as he suddenly pulled her up on her feet.
"Ohh!" She gasped with a surprised face, looking down at her partner who shot her a playful grin.
"Come on, let's get out there and make my sister proud!" He exclaimed, his cheerful enthusiasm helping to kickstart Olivia's own.
"R-Right!" She replied after another moment, nodding as well with whatever lingering nerves remained were pushed away by her newfound determination.
The pair proceeded to hear the crowd's applause, signaling the end of the current performance. The rosette grabbed her fan atop the crate before following her icy-haired partner who'd already taken out his flute whilst walking behind the curtains. The two waited on the edge, the previous acts walking past prompted a brief exchange of praises and good luck.
Silence settled in as Olivia rested her hand on her chest and took a deep breath to ready herself. Yet despite that, the chilling, bitter nerves attempted to create back in to freeze her place and prevent her from walking out.
Before she could burn those chills with her newfound fiery determination, that cold smoothed out, losing its edges and more comforting. She flickered her gaze down to find Nils once again holding her hand, offering it a gentle squeeze.
She smiled, thankful for the gesture before returning it with her own squeeze, the two allowing themselves another moment to relax at the other's touch and gaze before letting go and facing forward. Neither attempted to linger on whatever disappointment they felt letting go, merely gripping their respective tools with determined looks as they walked out on stage.
The theater was of course dimly lit, still, there was enough lighting to make out the crowd who silently watched the pair make their way to the center illuminated by a spotlight. Such lightning made Olivia's exotic grab clearer to those in attendance, prompting a few gasps, cheers, and whistles that managed to tinge the rosette's cheeks a bashful shade.
Despite how common such antics were, she'd never grown quite used to such reactions. She also had to suppress a wince at the disappointed signs and groans prompted by Nils making his way in front of her. Yet she quickly noted his position wasn't quite the same as during practice, along with the fact his angle would make it more difficult for the crowd to gawk at her.
She instantly understood his intent, once more smiling at the gesture before steeling herself. She took a relaxed stance behind the blue-haired musician who began lifting his flute towards his mouth. And once his lips pressed against it, he began playing a chipper tune.
"Tootle-too~ toot-too~ tootle-to-too~"
*Swoosh!
The crowd silently gasped as Olivia's fan firmly cut through the air and Nils' notes as she raised it high above her. Afterward, she began to rock and sway her hips in tandem with the beat, her feet and fan staying in play while the rest of her body waved in between.
The sight of the black cloth attached between her wrists-braces along with her rose-hair fluttering from her movements instantly captivated the audience. They watched on as Nils took center stage with his bright garb and hair as he played his tune, all framed by the rosette's black sash as she danced in place behind him. However, when Nils shifted his melody, it prompted Olivia to act and move from her spot.
"Tool-To-To-Too~ To-Too-To-To-too~"
Nils' feet shifted over the wood to one side while Olivia twirled around him with elegant steps that led into the next. Her feet never stayed planted in one spot as she was constantly on the move, the simple taps of her shoes managing to reach everyone's ears yet never seemed quite loud.
She waved her golden-white fan around her, using it to direct her movements while her black sash and rosette hair gracefully trailed behind her. The striking colors framed her act, yet they were not the only colors to do so.
"Uhhh~" Some of the awe-struck audience members spoke as icy-blue particles began emitting from her fan. They created a noticeable shine that illuminated her even as she moved further away from the center spotlight towards the stage's edge, only for her to reel back and spiral towards the center where Nils continued playing his melody.
Yet when the dancer reached him, she did not simply pass him as some expected, instead surprising them all by tossing her fan into the air. "Huh!" Some gasped as the golden accessory spun to shower the stage with icy-blue hues. However, when the accessory eventually fell back down, it wasn't the dancer who caught it, but instead her musician.
"To-To-Too~ Toot-To-Too~"
Once more, the crowd was taken aback as it was Olivia herself now playing the tune, planting her feet in place while swaying her body to her melody. Her notes weren't quite as striking as Nils managed to produce - with her needing to slow them down to a pace she could manage - yet she struck a pleasant song all the same.
Nils, for his part, was now the one moving around the stage. Similar to his partner, he wasn't quite on par with her skills but still managed in his own way due to his experience sharing steps with his sister. More than that, though, was how he made use of the fan, his heritage allowing him to more skillfully expel the icy-participles and create blue streams that painted the very air that was transparent enough for Olivia to be visible on the other side.
The crowd was left stunned by this swap, awed as the pair eventually reconveyed around the center and traded their tools back without breaking their current rhythm. Along with that, they clasped their free hands together before spinning in a circle. Olivia extended her arm out for a blue trail to frame them as Nils' notes were given a whizzing sound.
"Tooool-to!"
With a final note, the pair came to a sudden stop to end their performance. Silence settled in after, only broken by their soft pants as their flushed faces stared at the other's. The two continued to hold hands while leaning away while the crowd processed the performance they witnessed. And after some moments which felt like hours, they roared in approval.
"Whooo!"
*Clap! *Clap! *Clap!
The sound of their applause brought an end to whatever tension remained in the pair as they relaxed, their lips curling into soft smiles before they turned to offer the crowd a thankful bow. With their performance ended and a great weight lifted from their shoulders, they walked backstage to enjoy the rest of the concert. Even then, it took quite a while for them to finally let go of the other's hand.
Nils sat on a large stump, absentmindedly kicking his legs while gazing toward the glistening pond. The moon shined bright enough to make his surroundings clear, yet anything past the foliage and trees surrounding this little clearing within the forest around Askr's castle was a struggle to see past.
He glanced up at the massive structure, its imposing size and shape clear thanks in part to the many lights shining past its uncountable windows. Occasionally one of those lights would diminish or be snuffed out completely, most likely signaling the occupant would head to bed.
The peaceful atmosphere helped to calm and relax him after leaving the concert. Still, there were some lingering nerves present, the source of them causing him to decline the invitation to an afterparty, or even head back to his room to rest. No, the reason he was feeling somewhat nervous, the reason he was even here was…
"N-Nils, are you there?"
The blue-haired musician turned at the timid, uncertain voice calling out for him. Past the tree trunks, he saw a dim, orange light slowly making its way out. And when they finally stepped into view, they illuminated someone garbed in a cloak that hid most of their body. Though by peaks of pink hair escaping past the hood - along with their earlier tone - he easily confirmed their identity.
"Hey, Olivia!" He cheerfully greeted them with a toothy grin, trying to ignore some embarrassment at having not noticed her approach sooner.
Regardless, the dancer was unaware of such emotions, instead letting out a relieved sigh. " Phew~ Thank goodness, I was worried for a moment it wasn't you."
" Hehe~ Who else would it be?" He playfully replied, poking fun at her worries, prompting a bashful response from the taller woman.
"Ohh don't tease me like that, you know how skittish I can be, especially at night. Besides, even with a light, I wouldn't be able to see as well as you…" She pushed back along referencing his enhanced senses.
Regardless, Nils chuckled at how her voice had initially pitched, further embarrassing the blushing rosette as she couldn't help squirming while he hopped off his stump and made his way toward her. With a playful though genuine warm smile, he adopted a polite face and tone when asking, "Then shall I guide you myself?"
He extended a hand out to emphasize his offer yet the teasing undertone he had for the whole thing almost made Olivia pout. She had half a mind to reject him, though a glance at his patient face revealed a hopeful glint in his eye. It was enough to make her give in with a sigh.
The blue-haired musician's smile deepened when his partner reached out to clasp his palm, with him deciding to have more fun by leaning down to offer her hand a peck. The sudden act along with the natural chill of his soft lips drew a gasp from the dancer before he began leading her down to a nearby log by the water's edge.
Once again he exaggerated his actions when offering Olvia to sit first. Yet at this point, she'd grown accepting enough of his antics to offer a small giggle and indulge him with a small, thankful bow. The way his eyes seemed to brighten with ecstasy was enough for Olivia's heart to flutter as she gracefully sat down and set down her lamp before he plopped beside her.
There they sat in peaceful silence, side-by-side while gazing towards the stars. The night's chill was of no concern to either of them, be it due to one's heritage or the other's cloak. Even so, they still helped to warm the other by interlacing their fingers together in a manner that helped their hearts to speed up.
They didn't know how long they simply sat there for, simply enjoying the other's presence while relaxing in a location that's become very dear to them these last few weeks. This clearing had been where they'd trained, where they bonded with one another and grew closer than either would've ever expected.
"A-Are you sure about this?"
Nils' voice finally broke the comforting silence to hesitantly reaffirm the reasoning for their meet-up. A touch of concern was present in his undertone that was directed towards the rosette.
"...Yes, I'm certain," Olivia replied after a moment, sounding rather composed with how much conviction she'd manage to express. It almost took him aback, until he felt her squeeze his hand. Her fingers held a shaky grip to reveal some anxiety, yet still managed to convey her determination for their promise.
A promise Nils was now more motivated to fulfill for her sake as he squeezed her hand back to convey his convection. So after another few more moments to enjoy the comforting silence, Nils stood up, turning to his partner and gently tugging her hand to prompt her onto her feet as well. There they stood together, holding hands while gazing at the other under moonlight.
"Shall we begin?" The blue-haired manakete asked with a caring smile.
One that Olivia returned in kind. "Yes, let us start," She agreed with a nod as they made their way around the log further into the clearing for more open space. They let go of the other's hand, with the rosette taking a step away from her partner while he reached into his pouch to pull out his flute.
*Thump~
The sound of fabric hitting the ground prompted Nils to look back at the dancer, finding her cloak removed as she revealed herself to be wearing her usual white attire and not the black fabric she'd used during the performance.
"I-I didn't want to risk damaging it," She revealed, not specifying it but her meaning was still clear to the shorter musician who continued drinking in the sight of her beauty despite being well accustomed to it these last few weeks. Perhaps it was simply the lighting from the moon, however, for some reason, she looked even more breathtaking than usual.
His gaze made the timid, bashful woman squirm in place, hugging one of her arms with a blushing face that had difficulty giving him more than a glance. Eventually, a chilling wind passed through, making the woman shudder due to the little protection her clothing offered against it. She may have built up resistance to the cold from her life in Ferox, yet she was hardly immune. So when she shivered from another wind, it shook NIls from his trance and made him act.
Taking a step forward, the manakete took a step towards her, relaying his flute and offering her a gentle gaze, silently asking if she was ready. She simply gazed into his eyes for a moment before relaxing, giving him a timid nod. So with that, he began to play a tune.
"Tool~ Toot~ Too~"
It was as if by instinct Olivia reacted to the notes, her earlier embarrassment pushed aside while her body attempted to follow the beat. Her hips swayed side-to-side while she stayed in place, her movements stiffer than her usual as it took her a few seconds until she got into the groove. And once that was done, she began to move her feet as well.
Nils played his flute, his skillful fingers helping to create notes for his partner to follow as she danced around him. The white sash attached to her wristbands flowed in an elegant pattern while her pink hair fluttered above. Her bountiful chest bounced within their confinement as her hips swayed and rocked to the beat.
It was similar in form to what she'd showcased during their performance, though with a much more intimate distance between them as she began spiraling closer towards him. And once they were within arms reach, they reached out to clasp hands.
*Clap
Most people would've initially shivered or tensed up at Nils' naturally cool touch, yet Olivia found herself melting into it. In fact, she felt an impulse, one that prompted her to spin towards him in a manner that had her back against his front, his arm wrapped around her with her sizable rear pressing against his tenting pants.
"Toomph!"
Nils' muffled gasp caused his flute to play a strange sound, his body shuddering as his hips instinctively bucked against his partner's, pushing his bulge further into the covered crack of her rear. The act caused him to growl while Olivia moaned.
They stayed like that longer than they intended, still and silent beside the occasional shudder or breath. But just when Nils was about to give in to the urge to tighten his hold and start grinding against her, he was taken aback when suddenly spun around so that she was now facing one another.
The musician looked at her surprised as he realized she'd skipped a few steps for their performance. He was initially confused, only to find himself stunned by her needy, shaky eyes that gazed down at him with a pleading face that expressed her inability to hold back any longer. It left the musician taken aback, his eyes widening as his lips and grip loosened enough for his flute to almost slip off.
It made something primal deep within him stir as his eyes relaxed into a lidded, determined gaze whilst giving an understanding nod.
Olivia's body shuddered from the sheer pressure of his gaze, already knowing from experience how overwhelming it could be. Yet despite the small fear she had towards it, she also couldn't resist it as her thighs rubbed together to briefly quell her core's burning itch.
So with that helping to motivate her, the dancer leaned down with Nils rotating his flute enough to expose part of the hole he'd been blowing into. A hole she helped to cover with her lips before they each blew into.
"TooOoooOool~"
Together, they played a strange, though not unpleasant sound. As they did so, they further pressed their bodies, Nils resisting the urge to grunt while Olivia stiffened a squeak when her chest squished between his neck and torso. It prompted the woman's slender arms to wrap around his neck and back.
The blue-haired manakete wanted to return the favor, yet had to keep one hand in place to pay his flute. Even so, he made use of his one as it wrapped around the dancer's slim waist, angled in a manner that allowed his hand to easily drift lower.
"Too~"
Nils felt Olivia stiffen as his fingers trailed over the round hump of her rear, making his way further down until his palm settled over a portion of her exposed, rear cheek. And after a brief pause, he clenched it, hard .
"TOOUUAH!"
The dancer's squeak was heard through the flute as Nils' fingers firmly dug into the soft, plush flesh of her ass. It was enough to make her briefly rise onto her toes and clench her flutes, her lips detaching from the flute with a gasp while her entire body shuddered as she leaned against him for support.
"N-Nils~" She whined, unable to help herself any longer, a sentiment he related with. As such, he quickly moved on to the next part of their private performance and stopped playing his flute. However, instead of putting it away in his pouch, he instead chose to tuck it between Olivia's chest.
"Epp!" The rosette gasped as the wooden instrument slid between the golden ring that held her white fabric together. It was the perfect size to fit right into the hole yet wouldn't easily fall through. Regardless, Olivia brightly blushed from the act despite anticipating it. Thankfully, that embarrassment would soon be forgotten as Nils was finally free to use both his hands to squeeze her butt.
"Ahh~ Haa~" She panted and moaned with labored breaths as he took a few moments to simply play with her rear, rolling the dough-like flesh in his palms while his fingers kneaded it with surprising skill. Such a sensation was more than enough to make her squirm and lean further against him, causing her to pull his face deeper into the valley of her tits. She shivered as goosebumps formed from where his cool breath tickled her skin.
She might've grown used to Ferox's bitter cold, but Nils' chills were something else. It wasn't a painful bite at her skin, instead, it was almost comforting, as if all she needed was a simple blanket to perfectly warm her up. Though in this instance, her rapidly beating heart and pumping blood made for a good substitute.
She also couldn't ignore his touch itself. The many little scales that dotted over his skin created small little pricks that hardly hurt her, instead feeling like nails trailing over her skin in the best possible sense. And despite how small his fingers were, they seemingly possessed impressive strength that was only dulled by his restraint.
Only for him to showcase that strength when he suddenly lowered his hands to grip her thighs before hosting her up.
"Ohh!" Olivia gasped, legs reflexively wrapping around her partner as she was lifted. Pressing her body ever more against him.
"Hii!"
"Yea!"
The pair hissed and squeaked respectively when her covered crotch brushed against his pants tent as their respective loins made their desires clear. They'd waited so long now that she was dripping enough to dampen her fabric while his dragon threatened to tear through its confinements entirely.
Best she'd release it before that happened.
Carefully readjusting her legs, she used her impressive flexibility to unhook one from his back and curl it out between his arm and side before raising it to drape over his shoulder. Afterward, she showcased complete faith in his hold by leaning back and letting go of his neck before having them delve down towards his pants.
Her fumbling hands attempted to undo his belt, a fierce blush on her face as used her pounding heart to push away whatever embarrassment threatened to paralyze her as she followed her desires. After a bit, her deft fingers managed to make his pants loosen, with them hesitating momentarily before she spurged up enough courage to dive in and fish out her prize in the form of a pulsing, hard, and aching dragon.
"Epp!" Olivia squeaked when the beast shot out from its cage, its head pointed straight toward her. Its size once again left her in awe despite her intimacy with it these last few weeks. Her eyes were wide while her body shuddered as the frigid cold it wafted contrasted with the intense heat within her core that made her folds leak and further stain the fabric covering it. Fabric that was soon pulled aside by Nils' fingers.
"Hii!" Olivia sharply inhaled as the underside of his cock rubbed over her folds, his cool flesh contrasting her heated entrance to create a steamy sensation that made them both shudder. Almost instinctively, their hips began rocking together, her hands shifting around his neck while he moved to grasp her lower back and guide her movements.
For a bit, the pair merely indulged in their pleasure, their breathing becoming increasingly labored by the moment. Still, it wasn't what they'd truly desired after these weeks of build-up. Acting in tandem, the dancer pulled herself up with her partner's helping hand, the two pausing before she reached down and shaking grasped his cock. Her slender fingers curled around his girth, making the manakete hiss while she bit her lip as her tip lined up to her dripping folds.
After another moment of hesitation, Olivia started lowering herself atop it.
"Egh!"
"Huu!"
His tip managed to slip slurping easily into her entrance despite its size which instantly began stretching her walls a sizable degree, far more than she'd anticipated, Still, it only slowed her for a moment before her body relaxed to continue her descent with a loud, long, deep moan.
"Ohhhh~"
Inch-by-inch, the rosette took in more of his astounding length. Her eyes fluttered shut, her fingers tightly clenched his shoulders. Drool trailed off the corner of her mouth as she felt a sense of fullness that was overwhelming.
Nils may not have been the biggest she'd seen - her fuzzy mind recalling witnessing a drunken Basilo accidentally losing his pants during one festive night after winning the title of Khan - but he was still quite potent. Yet she was certain that in time he'd managed to rival the ferox man upon reaching his true potential. For now, though, his dragon was mighty enough to make her submit… eagerly~
"Mgh!"
"Ha!"
Their hips met with a pair of gasps, their crotches pressed together without any gap to signal Nils' entire length was embedded within Olivia's tight passage. The pressure was enough for the manakete to grit his teeth, his fingers tightening against the dancer's flesh as he finally experienced her loins after weeks of longing.
"Uuughh~"
Glancing up, the musician saw the dancer's head tipping back with fluttering eyes, mouth agape in a loud groan that showcased just how much more overwhelming she was than him. He felt her grip slackening as she leaned further away, yet her hold was still tight enough to prevent her from falling off even as she was practically melting due to his icy, rigid cock making contact with her heated core.
Gods, she looked breathtaking to Nils, to the point where he could've simply stood there staring for who knows how long. However, the sensation around his loins made it difficult, especially when it was spurring an almost primal desire within him. A desire he began indulging somewhat by beginning to rock the rosette atop his lap.
"Ha~ Ah~ Hyaa~"
Olivia's pants flowed from her mouth as the cool rod stirred her loins. Her glazed eyes rolled around while her mind was lost in a daze, unable to comprehend her current experience. Her head was on the verge of tossing about, with her chest swaying hypnotically underneath as her flute tilted in between like a pendulum. Her legs twitched and her feet tapped against her back, yet somehow, her hold around him never faltered.
Her partner wondered if she had more sense than she appeared to, what with how skillfully her hips rolled with his. Even so, it didn't change his intent as he suppressed the desire to bounce her atop his length and instead channeled those urges for something more intimate.
He imitated a slow dance by keeping their crotches close, making his member rub against her walls with movements that had the dancer shuddering and moaning. Still, he couldn't stop himself from occasionally pulling back and slamming their groins back together, making the woman jolt in his grasp, gasping or yelping in response as the moan glistened her sweat as it trailed down her flesh or flung off.
She looked beautiful to Nils, the same as he'd thought when they first started practicing together and only grew stronger over time when their bond strengthened. Their conversations flowed more freely when she began to stutter less. Their truth in one another deepened as their performance began taking shape. And when she began to lean into and relax with his touch during their routines, he found himself smitten.
So it was his great embarrassment that an accidental stumble during a waltz while they joined hands led to Olivia falling atop him, and in turn, noticing a rather prominent bulge against his pants.
Truthfully, he'd expected the dancer to run away or perhaps even slap him upon finally realizing the source of the hard object pressing against her butt. Yet despite gaining the brightest blush the musician had ever seen her possess, she remained relatively calm. Well, either that or she was simply too stunned for emotions to overwhelm her, with her left uncertainly gazing down at his embarrassed and fearful face.
He'd recalled the tense, almost suffocating silence at that moment, leaving him unable to say a word or even glance at her. All he could do was lay there, waiting for her to finally flip out, except she never did. In fact, her reaction was the opposite, as with a bashful, timid voice, she asked him if he'd like her to take care of it.
Quite honestly, he hardly remembered what followed. Whatever it was, it'd led to the shy dancer's soft, ripe lips wrapped around his cock, something that would repeat in their following practice sessions. She insisted on it as some sort of reward for his commitment to helping her after having to fill in for his sister on such short notice.
He probably attempted to push back initially, but he couldn't resist the temptation. So before he knew it, he was dropping his pants more quickly than she could get on her knees to undo them herself.
And last week, when the intensity of their practice was at its highest to nail down the details of their performance at a level they could take pride in, she'd made him a promise. She'd told him that after the concert was over, she'd offer him something better than merely her lips.
To say it had shifted the atmosphere between them for the remainder of that week would've been an understate. A lustful tension settled in that only built up with every spark created from glances at one another and whatever skin contact they had until it was finally released.
*Slap!
"Hya!"
Nils was shaken from his mind by Olivia's yelp, his flickering eyes finding the dazed dancer appearing overwhelmed as she shook atop him. A moment passed before he realized the cause was his subconscious thrusting, making the rosette bounce against his lap, jiggling her chest and rattling her limbs. And just when he processed that fact, he was taken aback by her walls suddenly clamping down on him.
"Ahh!" She cried, throwing her head back as she came. The musician wincing as the pressure of her walls made his legs buckle while a hot flood drowned his loins. The urge to succumb was a potent one, the thought of filling up her passage with his seed after having dumped it down her throat or spraying it over her face multiple times was already quite the motivation. Yet not as much as the deep rumble within him that urged him not to release, but to mark his claim.
Whatever it was, Nils wasn't prepared and found his whole body spasming as his cock began to swell. "Agh!" He grunted as he fired his first cool load to cool down her steamy loins, causing Olivia to let out another moan. Unfortunately, her next noise would be a whine as, despite her tight passage attempting to keep him in, he somehow managed to slip right out.
"Hii!" The manakete hissed as his icy seed sprayed out behind her, her juices leaking all over his lap. His orgasm caused him to feel lightheaded, threatening to have him fall. Still, he endured, keeping himself and his partner up throughout the ordeal until each of their releases eventually subsided.
"Ha~ Ha~ Ha~"
"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"
A sense of exhaustion washed over the pair, their faces flushed and mouths agape in pants. Even so, their limbs never lost enough strength to lose their hold on one another as they blissfully basked in the aftermath. Nevertheless, it had to eventually end, with Nils' senses returning to him first.
"Ugh~" He lowly groaned with a soft wince as he was nearing his limit in holding up Olivia in his current state. Glancing around, he noticed the stump he'd sat upon earlier was close. Reaffirming his grip before making his way. Her limp body leaned against him, her glazed eyes rolling loosely while low moans fell from her open lips.
"Mgh~" The dancer grumbled as her plush ass was placed upon the hard, cool wood. Her body shuddered as her arms and legs finally released their hold on Nils and fell off, though the musician needed a moment to lift her other leg off his shoulder. Afterward, he took a moment to take in her current state.
Her eyes continued appearing dazed, mouth agape with steady, deep breaths while her body glistened in sweat. It was clear she was still lost in the clouds of pleasure, even if she had enough sense to plant her hands behind her to keep herself propped up. Regardless, it made the manakete feel rather proud, though it was mostly ignored by him as a potent, alluring scent drew his attention further down.
The sight of her juices dripping from her loins prompted an almost instinctual reaction from the manakete. His loins stirred, instantly regaining their earlier vigor due to a primal urge to breed this woman. Yet as strong of a desire as that was, his mind wasn't weak enough to let it consume it, not when there was something else he wanted to do.
After weeks of Olivia servicing him, Nils had felt a need to return the favor, and now he was presented with the perfect opportunity. As such, he continued to keep his inner dragon sealed away, though continuing to make use of some of its capabilities as his lengthy tongue slithered out from his lips while he fell onto his knees between her legs.
"Mhmm?"
Olivia gave a small, confused hum upon feeling a cool touch between her thighs, spreading them apart. But before she could discern anything more, a sudden chill shot through her.
"Ahhh!" She sharply gasped, eyes snapping wide into focus while her entire body jumped from the sudden wet and cold sensation occurring down below. She didn't have a chance to process where exactly it was, left reeling when it repeated.
"Ohhh!"
The rosette's head swung back as Nils dragged his tongue over her folds, licking up the juices seeping out. He rather enjoyed the sweet taste, motivating him to seek out more and press his lips against her lower pair, his tongue slithering into her passage.
"A-Ahh! N-Nils!" Olivia cried in protest, now realizing the situation and the possible risks. The effects of her last orgasm were still fresh and leaving her body very sensitive. As such, the sensation that would've already been potent was multiplied, risking to overwhelm the woman and send her back into a world of white just when she was starting to slip back out.
The dancer's hands shot out to grasp the musician's head in an attempt to pry him off her loins, only for her fingers to slip and grasp his blue hair as she failed to find the strength to remove him. As such, Nils was left mostly unchallenged to probe deeper into her chambers and further unravel her dizzying mind.
Her thighs spasmed and flexed inwards, only for his hands to keep them apart and continue his feasting uninterrupted. The relaxed manakete's loud slurps contrasted with a squirming dancer's gasping cries.
Olivia felt his cool tongue rub over her wall's many erogenous bumps. Yet the shudders she gave weren't from his cold touch or even his chilling breath filling her moist passage, but instead how his fingers dug into her thighs almost possessively.
Gods, his grip alone made her feel weak, to feel an urge to submit. Except she struggled to do so as everything else was threatening to make her mind blank. She had to find something to focus on, something to help keep her sane before she lost all sense, and it was then she noticed something pointed dangling under her chin. So in the spur of the moment, she leaned forward and latched her lips around it.
"Tooooool~"
Nils' pointed ears twitched in recognition of his flute playing a strange note. Glancing up, he peeked past the daunting hills of the rosette's chest to see her mouth sucking on his instrument and producing unique tunes of pleasure. Her eyes closed in a wince as her finger more tightly gripped his hair, her nail starting to scrape his scalp.
He found her current state rather amusing and wondered just how she'd react if he did more. Such as unfurling the rest of his tongue and thrust it deep into her passage.
Olivia's eyes snapped open and for an instant, everything felt clear. Her back rubbing against the stump, Nils' grip on her thighs, or just how his tongue filled her snatch and managed to poke her depths. She knew what was happening, knew what would come, and could do nothing but succumb.
"Tooooo!"
Blowing the loudest note she had yet, the dancer's body reacted reflexively. Her back arched while her legs snapped around the manakete's head, attempting to keep him in place as it was now her cumming all over his face.
Yet unlike her, Nils hardly reacted. Instead, he eagerly slumped up her juices, further overwhelming the orgasming rosette who almost started to flail about. Luckily, her body lost its strength before then, causing it to relax before going limp atop the stump.
"Mhhmm~" The musician hummed after gulping down the last batch of Olivia's juices, who could only softly shudder and weakly moan in response as he pulled away. Standing up, he gazed down at the dancer, once more admiring her dazed state with her glazed eyes, open, drooling mouth, and occasional twitching limbs. He focused on her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths as a light sheen of sweat coated her skin.
In essence, she hardly looked much different than before, nevertheless, Nils found himself even more taken by her beauty. She didn't merely appear breathtaking, but rather cute too. Such warm, gentle feelings managed to relax him, helping calm the lustful blizzard raging within him as he took a seat beside her.
The dancer lightly tensed up when he placed his cool hand on her stomach, only to start letting out some dazed moans when he began gently caressing her skin. It made him chuckle as a peaceful atmosphere settled in. And so to pass the time, he began to whistle soft, low tunes his sister would sing to lull him to sleep at times.
"Phweeee~ Fweet~ Phweeet~"
As he whistled, Nils glanced down, noting just how exhausted Olivia appeared. Perhaps her two orgasms had been too overwhelming for her to handle, not to mention their earlier performance most likely didn't help.
Perhaps it'd be best if she were to drift off into slumber and for their activities to end here? Even if his manakete heritage gave him the stamina and motivation to continue, his kind heart didn't want to unload that on poor Olivia. She wasn't some outlet for his desires, especially after growing closer to her these last few weeks.
So for now, he'd keep himself in check to ensure she got some well-earned rest. Still, it wouldn't do for her to sleep here all night, not in that clothing. And she didn't quite look capable of returning to the castle without assistance. But if she fell into a deep slumber, well, it'd be a challenge attempting to carry her back without being seen.
"Ergh…"
A dazed groan distracted the manakete from thinking further on that question as his eyes flicked to the source, landing on the rosette's stirring body. Her eyes fluttered in an attempt to regain her senses as she began losing her dazed appearance, with those clearer eyes landing on him. "N-Nils…" She weakly called out, struggling to lift herself.
"Hey," He warmly replied back with a smile as he turned to help her sit back up. Quickly though, Olivia leaned on him for support, still recovering from intense back-to-back orgasms.
The experience had been too overwhelming to describe, as if a fierce blizzard had blackened her underneath layers of white snow. Nonetheless, she wouldn't quite call it all unpleasant.
However, before she could even attempt to comment on these thoughts to her partner, something else caught her attention. "Y-You're still hard…?" She asked in shock. Eyes widened at his erect cock as one of her hands hesitantly reached out, only to stop before grasping it.
Nils grimaced in response to the inquiry, looking away guiltily. He did seemingly desire more, except he just didn't want to ask for it.
This didn't sit well with the dancer, in fact, it invigorated her with a sense of responsibility. But before she could attempt some passionate declaration to ensure him she wanted him to continue until he was satisfied, another thought of how to entice him struck her
Readying herself with a deep breath, Olivia pushed herself off Nils before laying back on the stump. The blue-haired manakete looked at her mild shook from the sudden act, only for that shock to shift into stunned awe by how she laid herself out invitingly. She bent and spread her knees by her sides, exposing her dripping loins while she rested her hands atop her chest, her face adopting a bashfully pleading gaze.
It didn't take long for the musician to understand what she was offering, even so, her beauty still left in awe.
"Nils…please~"
He was shaken from his trance by the call of his name, his flickering eyes settling down to notice the dancer gaining a more embarrassed face. Clearly, she was becoming increasingly unnerved the longer she maintained this pose, yet was determined to keep at it until he accepted. So, not wanting to insult her convection, he eventually did just that.
Suspension gripped Olivia while watching the Nils kneel in front of her, his potent cock towering over her folds as his eyes gained a primal glare. She'd recall seeing it occasionally on her knees and sucking him off, those dusky eyes filling her with a strange, almost alluring sense of fear that made her thighs squirm and spurred her on.
However, she'd always noticed him holding it back, keeping his lust in check from ravishing her during their intimate moments despite how easily he could've done so. Even tonight she'd noticed that, and truthfully, it disappointed her. For as ludicrous and dangerous as it seemed, she wanted to experience the full might of his dragon.
So when he growled as his tip pressed against her folds, she merely offered a submissive wince. Her lips wrapped around his flute, intent on singing tunes of pleasure for him to listen to for as long as she could.
Author's Note: Alright, so, little backstory. I first wrote a quick little snippet of this pair years ago, and ever since then, wanted to expand on it. Unfortunately, it fell on the back burner for years and I never did anything with it. Until last month.
I didn't know what story I wanted to do for October, and then suddenly, I recalled this pairing, and decided to use it. Truth is, I originally had more planned, some more of my typical set up involving Nils and Olivia initially meeting and deciding to pair up for the performance along with some of their training. But partway through writing it, I felt something was a little off, and decided to try and see what would happen if I condensed myself to focusing on the performance and the aftermath smut itself while giving a little backstory/exposition as to how they came together.
Might not be on par with my regular quality, but I felt like this was a nice little side-project, and hopefully, it was a nice read for those that choose to.