John wolfed down what few raviolis remained and then followed her to the bed. She hadn’t even waited for his answer and just ripped off her pants and shirt, leaving her in her underwear. Climbing on top of her, the Gamer was ready to make out with his girlfriend. A finger was placed on his lips. “Nuh-uh.” She pushed him back. “I’m the spoiled princess today, remember, tiger?”

“Right,” John agreed and backed off. “Whatever do you want, milady?”

“First get me out of these clothes.” Rave instructed. He was happy to do that. He had slight problems unhooking her bra. Eventually he managed. Next, he wanted to pull down her panties but Rave stopped him with her knee. “No hands.” She demanded.

That would prove challenging, but he was willing to try. His teeth gripped her underwear by the waistband. Best he could, he dragged upwards, his face brushing over her smooth thigh. For a bit, her panties stuck to her crotch. He had to go back and forth between the two sides, until he managed to remove the bothersome cloth in its entirety.

“Good boy,” Rave hummed. The two words made John feel weird. He liked the compliment, but he did not like the choice of words. It was too complicated to unravel in that moment. Instead, he obeyed the demanding touch and gave her pussy a nice long lick. “Just a quickie bit,” she purred.

Using his fingers to penetrate her and his tongue to play with her clit, he got her to croon and moan. Rave moved her body in all those mesmerizing ways that showed off her perfectly flat stomach. She was just so gorgeous.

“Alright, on your back tiger,” she told him. “I ain’t a pillow princess.” John obeyed her quickly and soon found her kneeling by his side. While playing with his cock, she asked. “Imma give ya a choice – which way you want me to face?”

He only had to consider for a second. “I want to see that bubble butt bounce.”

“Good choice – not that there was a bad one,” she purred and straddled him. That perfect ass was right above his cock. Back arched, the roundness of the twin, firm spheres was all the more pronounced. Altogether, her backside reminded him of a wonderfully crafted violin. Curvy bottom, narrow waist, slender shoulders. “Never done this with anyone before,” Rave confessed while aligning her glistening entrance. “And I’ll only say that once – I haven’t done that much with anyone before. Let’s try whatever we wanna try, okay, tiger?”

“I’ll never get tired of trying things with your body,” John gasped. She smirked over her shoulder and gradually sunk down.

“Hmmm, this isn’t bad,” she half-sung as she descended. “This isn’t bad at aaaall.”

Once her wetness completely enveloped him Rave started rocking her hips back and forth in slow swaying motions. It was John’s turn to just lie there and claw at the sheets. His eyes were drawn like a moth to the flame to the butt gliding over his hairless crotch. Nothing more mesmerizing existed.

Then she suddenly raised up her hips. Up and up, revealing more and more of his now glistening erection. The way her pretty pink folds clung to him while he slipped out was nothing short of addictive. Once only the upper third was still in her, she descended. That perfectly round ass of hers went flat where it smacked down on his body. As it jiggled back into shape, they both moaned.

“Gotta pick up the pace if this is a quickie, tiger,” Rave declared and immediately drew back up. “Come on, put that Skill of yours to use.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” John put his hands on the swing of her hips. Her next descent, he met with a thrust. Her glorious backside rippled even more. He wanted to see more of that and quickly positioned himself for the next thrust.

“I dunno, but ya giving a bunch of good reasons right now,” Rave responded with playful moans. Together, they worked out a rhythm of impaling and being impaled. It was a rapid pace, too rapid to last long, but it wasn’t meant to anyway.

They accelerated and accelerated, until they physically could not anymore. The entire bed was creaking and the mattress shaking. Rave’s wild mane moved up and down with the rest of her body. Never was she still, always was there a ripple travelling up the meat of her ass. John’s thumbs pressed into that abundant bubble butt as he raced to the finish line, only held back by the need to hear her cries.

When they came, they came together. No words, just certainty in the tone he heard and in the glance she gave him. Mutual understanding, shared tension and then relief.

Hips bucking up, pressing into her, as she hovered and her toes curled, he came. Spurt after spurt, he filled her, trusting that her words during that first time held true and that he did not have to worry about the consequences of pumping her absolutely full with another large load. Balls tightened over and over again, synchronized with the clenching of her folds. The room was almost quiet, while only the tiny gasps of empty lungs made it past their lips.

Sweaty and satisfied, John laid in the bed. A bit too hard, Rave fell on top of him. Beyond the initial impact, her presence was welcome. Skin stuck to skin, as he embraced her. Together, they basked in the afterglow.

“Christ, what a day,” John sighed dreamily.

“Yeah… I almost cried earlier… I hate crying,” Rave whispered.

“Does it ruin your make-up?”

“Ya know I don’t wear any,” she returned.

He hadn’t known that for sure, since he did not know what rules Abyssal make-up played by. That she was this beautiful by nature, had hair this pink and lips that glossy was just unfair, genetically. Then again, now that he thought about it, neither Jimmie nor Travolta had any major issues with their looks either and raising his Stats had majorly diminished his own shortcomings. Even Regan’s only major flaw was sleep deprivation. Was magic an assurance of good looks?

His thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant scratching of a hand behind his ear. “Hey, John?” A hum, just to indicate he was listening. “Think we’re rushing all of this?”

“Probably… but I don’t know much about this whole ‘being in love’ thing…”

“Yeah, me neither… let’s just keep it simple. Are you my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, are you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Case closed.” Rave stopped scratching and thus deprived him of something he wanted more than most other things in life. Too bad he couldn’t punish her for it, considering she was all the things he wanted more. “Alright, guess the fun time’s over.” She slapped his thigh. “Get up. We gotta change the sheets. Don’t want dad to see the mess we made.”

They spent the next half hour cleaning everything up, then folded up the tent by the same arcane means that had unfolded it in the first place. Hand in hand, for as much as the trail allowed, they walked back to the city and to Rave’s house. It lay in her eyes that she wanted to ask him inside and in his heart he just wanted to follow. The tiniest bit of responsibility pulled them apart – after one more, two more, three more kisses.

Practically floating, John returned home. The sky was getting red, by the time he stepped up to his house.

John wolfed down what few raviolis remained and then followed her to the bed. She hadn't even waited for his answer and just ripped off her pants and shirt, leaving her in her underwear. Climbing on top of her, the Gamer was ready to make out with his girlfriend. A finger was placed on his lips. Nuh-uh. She pushed him back. I'm the spoiled princess today, remember, tiger? Right, John agreed and backed off. Whatever do you want, milady? First get me out of these clothes. Rave instructed. He was happy to do that. He had slight problems unhooking her bra. Eventually he managed. Next, he wanted to pull down her panties but Rave stopped him with her knee. No hands. She demanded. That would prove challenging, but he was willing to try. His teeth gripped her underwear by the waistband. Best he could, he dragged upwards, his face brushing over her smooth thigh. For a bit, her panties stuck to her crotch. He had to go back and forth between the two sides, until he managed to remove the bothersome cloth in its entirety. Good boy, Rave hummed. The two words made John feel weird. He liked the compliment, but he did not like the choice of words. It was too complicated to unravel in that moment. Instead, he obeyed the demanding touch and gave her pussy a nice long lick. Just a quickie bit, she purred. Using his fingers to penetrate her and his tongue to play with her clit, he got her to croon and moan. Rave moved her body in all those mesmerizing ways that showed off her perfectly flat stomach. She was just so gorgeous. Alright, on your back tiger, she told him. I ain't a pillow princess. John obeyed her quickly and soon found her kneeling by his side. While playing with his cock, she asked. Imma give ya a choice which way you want me to face? He only had to consider for a second. I want to see that bubble butt bounce. Good choice not that there was a bad one, she purred and straddled him. That perfect ass was right above his cock. Back arched, the roundness of the twin, firm spheres was all the more pronounced. Altogether, her backside reminded him of a wonderfully crafted violin. Curvy bottom, narrow waist, slender shoulders. Never done this with anyone before, Rave confessed while aligning her glistening entrance. And I'll only say that once I haven't done that much with anyone before. Let's try whatever we wanna try, okay, tiger? I'll never get tired of trying things with your body, John gasped. She smirked over her shoulder and gradually sunk down. Hmmm, this isn't bad, she half-sung as she descended. This isn't bad at aaaall. Once her wetness completely enveloped him Rave started rocking her hips back and forth in slow swaying motions. It was John's turn to just lie there and claw at the sheets. His eyes were drawn like a moth to the flame to the butt gliding over his hairless crotch. Nothing more mesmerizing existed. Then she suddenly raised up her hips. Up and up, revealing more and more of his now glistening erection. The way her pretty pink folds clung to him while he slipped out was nothing short of addictive. Once only the upper third was still in her, she descended. That perfectly round ass of hers went flat where it smacked down on his body. As it jiggled back into shape, they both moaned. Gotta pick up the pace if this is a quickie, tiger, Rave declared and immediately drew back up. Come on, put that Skill of yours to use. What did I do to deserve you? John put his hands on the swing of her hips. Her next descent, he met with a thrust. Her glorious backside rippled even more. He wanted to see more of that and quickly positioned himself for the next thrust. I dunno, but ya giving a bunch of good reasons right now, Rave responded with playful moans. Together, they worked out a rhythm of impaling and being impaled. It was a rapid pace, too rapid to last long, but it wasn't meant to anyway. They accelerated and accelerated, until they physically could not anymore. The entire bed was creaking and the mattress shaking. Rave's wild mane moved up and down with the rest of her body. Never was she still, always was there a ripple travelling up the meat of her ass. John's thumbs pressed into that abundant bubble butt as he raced to the finish line, only held back by the need to hear her cries. When they came, they came together. No words, just certainty in the tone he heard and in the glance she gave him. Mutual understanding, shared tension and then relief. Hips bucking up, pressing into her, as she hovered and her toes curled, he came. Spurt after spurt, he filled her, trusting that her words during that first time held true and that he did not have to worry about the consequences of pumping her absolutely full with another large load. Balls tightened over and over again, synchronized with the clenching of her folds. The room was almost quiet, while only the tiny gasps of empty lungs made it past their lips. Sweaty and satisfied, John laid in the bed. A bit too hard, Rave fell on top of him. Beyond the initial impact, her presence was welcome. Skin stuck to skin, as he embraced her. Together, they basked in the afterglow. Christ, what a day, John sighed dreamily. Yeah I almost cried earlier I hate crying, Rave whispered. Does it ruin your make-up? Ya know I don't wear any, she returned. He hadn't known that for sure, since he did not know what rules Abyssal make-up played by. That she was this beautiful by nature, had hair this pink and lips that glossy was just unfair, genetically. Then again, now that he thought about it, neither Jimmie nor Travolta had any major issues with their looks either and raising his Stats had majorly diminished his own shortcomings. Even Regan's only major flaw was sleep deprivation. Was magic an assurance of good looks? His thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant scratching of a hand behind his ear. Hey, John? A hum, just to indicate he was listening. Think we're rushing all of this? Probably but I don't know much about this whole being in love' thing Yeah, me neither let's just keep it simple. Are you my boyfriend? Yeah, are you my girlfriend? Yeah. Case closed. Rave stopped scratching and thus deprived him of something he wanted more than most other things in life. Too bad he couldn't punish her for it, considering she was all the things he wanted more. Alright, guess the fun time's over. She slapped his thigh. Get up. We gotta change the sheets. Don't want dad to see the mess we made. They spent the next half hour cleaning everything up, then folded up the tent by the same arcane means that had unfolded it in the first place. Hand in hand, for as much as the trail allowed, they walked back to the city and to Rave's house. It lay in her eyes that she wanted to ask him inside and in his heart he just wanted to follow. The tiniest bit of responsibility pulled them apart after one more, two more, three more kisses. Practically floating, John returned home. The sky was getting red, by the time he stepped up to his house.