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Our Hearts Are One (Chap 4.5) The Lemon	By : Windeen Category: +M to R > Princess Tutu Views: 2328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Our Hearts Are One (Chap 4.5) The Lemon- Part One
- 2-Part 2
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A/N Part 2:

(My thoughts and reasoning behind the way this turned out.)

This is the most detailed lemon I have ever written and it's detailed because of the characters canon personalities. I went into this lemon while taking into account, how each character's personality is, and I will admit: it seems, to me. Like Fakir gets WAAAY out of character towards the end, but that may be just how it seems to me.

Someone else may not think he is.

I don't honestly LIKE that he seems out of character, and normally I'd keep hold of this and edit the hell out of it until he remained completely in character.

But if I did that- it may not be the way it should, and as a lemon, (forgetting his character being out of character at times) I think it's pretty good...

And I'm honestly not saying that because I wrote it either.

I have written some atrocious lemons in the past (though none made it to the net).

Anyway- aside from his being out of character: I tried to take their character personalities into account and keep in mind that Ahiru would have never even had an in depth girl talk about sex. Let alone wasn't likely to have had ANY exposure at all to the subject. since she was a duck.

Also, I took into account the fact that Fakir was anti-social and likely would not have done "hanging around" with a lot of guys his age.

He would have been interested, but he would have listened to what gossip he could find, and read books mostly.

Autor isn't the type of guy to be overly interested in girls too easily either, so even if he was around him, there would not have been any bragging even IF Autor was sleeping with 100 girls, unless he wanted to piss off Fakir.

Which is not unlikely.

Then there was the fact that Fakir had just WANTED her for so long, and now he had her. He had dreams, vivid dreams about being with Ahiru- and as such he might very well, likely want to act on some of them.

The last thing I took into account was the most important.

They are both virgins in this story. And while Fakir had the body of a dancer- he's still much bigger than Ahiru. She's very petite and there were likely to be problems there.

Both being awkward, somewhat shy and him being possibly larger (in certain places), than her body might be able to handle.

He WOULD definitely know more than she would, though, even if he was a virgin as well.

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On With Part Two!

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She whimpered softly and then her eyes widened as he slid his wandering hand between her thighs.
"F-Fakir, wha-?'
"Just trust me... I swear I haven't done this before, either... But I've read up on it. And done....... other studying..."
She watched as he blushed a bit- she had always thought he was intensely adorable when he blushed like that.
"This will feel good, and I'm answering your earlier question, about what we do..."
She nodded as she looked at him with huge eyes.
"O... Ok,"
She said, he smiled and shifted position so he was sitting beside her legs again, one hand still between them, with the other hand, he tapped the outside of her hip gently.
"C'mon, Spread your legs for me, Ahiru. Let me see it... All of you."
He said, his heart hammering in his own chest, she blushed all the way to her toes, but after a moment ofhessitation... She did as he asked and shifted so that she had her legs spread wide for him.
"Good girl."
He told her and moved so he was kneeling between her thighs, then with both hands, he started exploring her lower body, she gasped as he slid a finger into her wet folds, she closed her eyes at the sensations and shifted her lower body restlessly.

Her hands clutched at the sheets under her as he gently moved the finger around until he found her center. When he looked up at her face and saw the expression on it, he felt a new wave of need roll through his body.

He groaned, knowing he had to hold himself back... For now anyway- he'd be damned if he'd be paying the bathroom another visit this evening, instead of burying himself inside of, and making love to, her.

So, he pushed a finger deep into her center and started moving it in and out. While, with his thumb, he started rubbing at the sensitive button of nerves, he found further up, just inside the wet folds and red curls.
"F-Fa... O...haaa...my...!"
She cried out and her back ached a bit, he thought she looked unbelievably sexy at the moment, her eyes shut tight mouth open, back arched, hands fisted in the sheets and legs wide with his fingers vanishing into her sensitive body.
"Oh ...Fa...kirrr..."
She whimpered, biting her lip and moving her hips up to meet his finger as he plunged it in and out of her. He grinned and added another finger and her breathing became much more uneven.

He shifted again and she felt him lay beside her, her eyes fluttered open as he continued thrusting his 2 fingers into her, he captured her lips with his own.

She sighed happily and threaded her fingers in his long hair again, her hips picking up a rhythm to meet his fingers now, she turned redder as she heard the shamelessly wet sounds coming from where his fingers impaled her. Each time they slammed into her, she heard the sounds.
"Fakir..."
She whimpered between his kisses.
"Ahiru..."
He groaned, she shifted a leg and she felt his member, stiff again and throbbing against her thigh. They stayed like that for a while.

Kissing as his hand worked between her thighs. Then, still working her with his fingers, he trailed kisses down to her breast as he added a third finger, knowing he'd need to stretch her some, considering how petite she was, compared to him.

He felt her shiver with the addition of the 3rd finger, as he started suckling on one of her small breasts, her hands fisted in his hair as he pulled her erect nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, grazed it with his teeth, then suckled again.
After a while, he switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on it, enjoying the squirming and moans she was offering him in response- as well as the sounds his fingers made as they penetrated her small body.

Unlike her, though, he wasn't embarrassed by the sounds he could hear between her thighs, if anything, those wet sounds made him want her even more.

Softly, she was chanting his name as she reacted so openly to his touch and kiss. However, not long after he had added the 3rd finger, she cried out as she had her first orgasm.
He heard her about to scream as the full force of it hit her, so he continued pumping his fingers into her hard and fast, and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her passion filled cry of his name as she shook and quivered in his arms, he felt a wave of warm fluid coat his fingers as well as his hand and he groaned as his manhood throbbed more for her.

He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva clinging between their swollen lips as he groaned again, looking at her with love and lust in his eyes.

She was gasping for breath and seemed to be glowing to him, he wasn't done with her yet though, he liked that he had this kind of command over her, that HE was the one doing this to her, making her look this way and act this way.
He wanted to make sure she knew what she was missing if she took the form of a damn duck, ever again. He leaned up and looked at his soaked fingers curiously, he'd read on the subject and studied in health class, listened to his classmates in ballet and writing classes as the guys talked about their sex life, he'd been curious after all.

He was a healthy young man. He had even needed to finish himself off in the bathroom, sometimes, on the nights that he'd wake up from dreaming about her, when he'd wake up and be hard and wanting something that was out of his reach.
As for the dreams... They had been vivid, highly detailed and he intended to act them out with her now, while she was human, wanton and in his arms. She was at his mercy. She felt his fingers leave their spot between her thighs and she felt empty, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"F-Fakir..."
He just grinned at her. As she watched him, he licked his fingers clean of her essence, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something- her face, bright red once again, but his lips came crashing onto hers, his tongue invading her senses and she tasted herself, mingling with his own taste, she whimpered as their tongues warred in her mouth and then he broke the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip as he did so, before pulling away.

She noted a strange gleam in his eyes as he trailed kisses down her body, this time going beyond her breasts.

She gasped as he lifted her bottom from the bed, tilted her hips and started pleasuring her with his mouth and tongue.
She glanced down at him and when she saw him lapping at her, his eyes trained on her own, obviously watching for her reactions, she gasped as a new wave of pleasure washed through her body.

The image of him there, doing that, let alone the sensations it caused, was enough of a further turn on for the duck-turned-girl.

Her legs, draped over his shoulders, on either side of his head, quivered with each flick of his tongue against her and she couldn't help but cry out as he flicked his tongue over that one spot one last time, then secured his lips around the small button and started sucking.
When he did that, her eyes rolled back in her head, she let out a strangled half cry/half sob of pleasure and collapsed with her head falling against the pillow under her, he groaned against her and after a few more licks, he shifted her and started lapping at her center, where he'd been thrusting his fingers just moments before.

He was so focused on that, teasing sensations from her, that he forgot to watch her, when he did again, she was gripping the sheets under her with white knuckles and her head was thrashing from side to side as her hips tried to buck against him of their own accord, to meet his ministrations.
Her hair was wild around her head, she was sweaty and it plastered to her flushed skin. He groaned, growing harder at the image she presented.

Giving her a final hard lick, she came screaming in another climax, he continued lap at her until she had no more to give, he let her hips go gently and wiped his mouth with his arm, then he climbed up her body, and, cupping her flushed face with both of his hands, he made her look at him. When she did, she smiled, reaching up and running a finger over his damp lips, he opened his mouth and started sucking on her finger, she whimpered.
"Are you ok Ahiru?"
He asked as he released her finger, giving it one last lazy lick and feeling a shiver course through her body.
"Do you want me to stop or finish?"
He asked as he nipped at her lips gently, his member was resting against her thigh, he wanted to be inside her so badly. Her hazy cerulean eyes widened and she blinked.
"You're not done?"
She asked, still breathless as she licked her lips, she wasn't sure how much more sensations she could take.
"No, I'm not. But this next part will hurt you... For a bit, at least. This will be answering your earlier question and this is the part I warned would hurt..."
He said, having trailed soft kisses and nips down her throat to her ear where he sucked on the lobe. Hoping that he could coax a: "go ahead" from her.

She shifted her lower body, and, cried out his name, softly, as the sensitive, swollen skin down there created friction, he pulled back and tilted her head trying to get her to focus on him.
"I really want to make love to you... Will you let me?"
He asked bluntly, she blushed deeply.
"I-Isn't that what you've bha... Been-Been doing?"
She asked softly, she was feeling those sensations pool in her lower body again. He shook his head.
"No, That's just the lead up to the main event..."
He said as he caressed circles on her cheek.
"W-will it make you feel good too?"
She asked, her eyes jumping to his throbbing member against her thigh. He groaned and kissed her softly for asking that question.
"Yes... It will... But you-you'll hurt for a while..."
“I’ll feel good too, though, eventually?”
He nodded, she smiled at him then and kissed him again.
"Ok, Go ahead."
She said as she broke the kiss. She didn't care if it hurt as long as they both felt good. He smiled and captured her lips again as he shifted his lower body, he reached down and gripped her hips with both hands, she whimpered and closed her eyes, a little frightened, but trying to be brave, as she felt his tip pressing against her opening.

Then, he tightened his grip on her hips and gave a powerful thrust deep into her heat with a grunt of pleasure. He'd filled her to the hilt.

Her eyes flew open and she screamed into his mouth, he groaned at the feel of her small body clamping hard against him, he could feel her shaking, her eyes full of tears, he broke the kiss, burying his face in her hair and waited.
"I'm sorry Ahiru... I'm so sorry darling, I know it hurts... It'll ease up. I swear the pain will ease."
He whispered, she hugged him, her whole body quivering from the pain, as she buried her face in the dark hair on his shoulder and sobbed openly in his arms. A spot of blood, that neither could see, forming on the sheets below them.

He felt horrible, he hadn't thought she'd be in THIS much pain. He held as still as he could in this position. His body wanted badly to start moving, he could feel himself sheathed inside of her wet velvety muscles and feel himself quivering with need.

After some time, her crying calmed down, he loosened his hold on her, and gently shifted them slightly so that he could look into her puffy, waterlogged, eyes.
"How is the pain?"
He asked worriedly as he caressed her skin with his fingers, any bit of skin he could reach, trying to be soothing, he caressed her gently. She looked back up at him. She sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes.

Then she gave her hips a test shift. He moaned in pleasure and she moaned in some pain.
"Ok, that's it, I'm pulling out."
He said, he couldn't take hurting her like this. He'd finish himself off in the bathroom again. He gripped her hips again, preparing to pull out of her, but she glared at him, and locked her legs around his hips.

The motion of that causing enough pain to make her dizzy as she felt him sink further into her throbbing body.
"Ahiru. I don't want to hurt you..."
He said, looking worriedly at her, she bit her lip, giving him a weak but stubborn look.
"Just. Start. Moving. Fakirrr..."
She whined and bucked her hips against his, he groaned and couldn't help it as his body seemed to move on it's own. At first, with every slow thrust into her, she'd cry out in what seemed like agony, to him. And each time she did, he'd apologize.
Thrust!
"Owh...ow...oh..."
"I'm sorry."
Thrust!
"Haa... oh... that... Fakirrrrr..."
"I- Ahiru... I love you baby... I can stop, just-just let m-"
"NO!"
Thrust!
*A squeak of pain and discomfort from his lover*
"I...I love... yh... you tha... too, F-Fakir... oh... ngh... But-But... Shut up! And... Don-DON'T s-stop..."
Thrust!
"... It hurts a little bit... Less..."
"I can't sta-stand hurt-hurting you like-... W-wait. I... it's less painful?"
After about 30 minutes of the awkward and strange love making session, her cries finally slowed to low moans of slight pain, discomfort AND pleasure. He sighed in relief when she started kissing him and running her hands up and down his back, her legs no longer locking him in place, as he started moving harder and faster into her.

Soon her hips found a rhythm with his, rising to meet him thrust for thrust as he gripped her hips, tilting them and finding that he could go deeper that way.
Once the awkwardness, pain and guilt over the pain had finally faded from the 2, they lost themselves in the act and each other. They caressed each other as their lower bodies created a blindingly intense pressure, building up more and more with each one of his, now powerful, deep thrusts.

He watched her with his forest green eyes heavy lidded, his hair, a curtain around his handsome face, her small breasts were bouncing with each one of his thrusts into her smaller body.

Watching her body jerk with each powerful thrust, her small but perfect breasts bounce, her own hips slamming up to meet his, the wet sounds coming from their joined bodies and the slap of his balls into her skin with the force he was now using to make love to her... He found it gave him a powerful, possessive feeling and he felt a surge of love for her all over again. She was panting for breath, her body covered in sweat, like his own was.
Then he let out a soft grow as he saw her small hands started to fondle her breasts as she mewled his name with her eyes shut.

For some reason, the sight of her fondling her own breasts made him feel like he wasn't possessing her as completely as he wanted. Like he wasn‘t pleasuring her enough.

He reached down, slowing in his thrusting. She blinked open her eyes as he gently slid her hands from her breasts, and, threading the fingers of each of his hands threw the fingers of each of hers, he slammed her hands into the pillow on either side of her head, her eyes widened as he rose above her, supporting his weight by their joined hands, almost pulling his manhood completely out of her.
"Fakir...?"
He gave her a lazy smirk as he leaned down and captured her lips in a hungry and possessive kiss. She whimpered, not use to being so confined. On top of that, just the tip of his penis was still inside her, She was wet and needed more of him. She tried to lift her hips to his, desperately needing him to fill her again, but he moved with her, keeping just the tip in; as his tongue invaded her mouth, dancing with her own tongue.

She was breathing through her nose now, erratically. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes from frustration.

He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and he started sucking on it, his fingers tightened in her own and suddenly he slammed all the way back into her, she gasped against his mouth and he groaned as he finally separated their lips. A thick string of saliva, once again connecting their mouths as he gasped just above her lips.
"Your mine, Ahiru..."
He said, grunting along with her from the shear force of his thrusts. She bit her bottom lip, annoyed at his declaration, but still... it made her feel hotter and her lower body tingled more.

She looked up at him, then she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at his lower back as she moved faster to keep up with him. She'd likely be brushed down there tomorrow, but so would he.
"And... And you're... ha...ha... M-mine, Fakir..."
She moaned as she lifted her head and captured his lips again, she loved the way he tasted. His thrusts were getting more erratic and she was on the verge of coming when he slid his lips from hers, down to her breasts where he fused his mouth over one and started flicking it with his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth, finally suckling at it until the nipple stood at attention, then he moved to the other, doing the same, breathing through his nose, making her shiver as his warm breath, hit, her sensitized breasts, he pulled his lips off of that nipple while still sucking at it.
"Ahiru, I need you to cum soon, I won't be able to hold on much longer, I don’t want to cum first, hurry up!"
He said, grunting with every thrust now, he worried that if he came first, that, he wouldn‘t be able to make sure she was fully satisfied. He watched her face, as he made love to her, she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran along with the saliva from their last intense kiss, from her swollen lips, down her chin, he could tell she was near, he felt her clench their joined hands, as the pleasure she was feeling mounted.

Finally, after he'd been holding back for quite a while, she came again, reaching her climax and shuddering in his arms as he groaned, her climax, causing her muscles to squeeze his member hard, as it plunged into her a few more times, the final time he thrust, he held himself in place, as deep inside her as he could get, and finally he came, grunting with the force of his release, shooting his seed into her.
He leaned down and kissed her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, as she whimpered softly. She could feel him deep inside her body, filling her completely. He groaned- turning into a low growl as he continued to kiss her, before letting his lips finally leave hers.

His hips gave a few jerks into hers again as her muscles still milked his manhood of his release, and, finally, he felt himself go limp inside her, and he collapsed on top of her, completely drained and spent as both tried to catch their breaths, he could still feel her quivering, from the aftershocks of her release, he was still inside her body and wished he could stay there always.
Her knees were bent on either side of him as she tried to catch her breath.

His head was resting just above her shoulder.

It was a while later, when the sweat on their skin had cooled and their heart rates slowed, that he then lifted himself off, and out of, her. When he did, he saw their mixed fluids and some blood pool at the junction of her thighs, soaking into the sheets.

He then noticed that she'd drifted to sleep.

He hadn't expected that, he sighed, trying to wake her, so that they could get cleaned up, and change the bed, however, when he was greeted with only snores- from his sleeping beauty, he smiled ruefully and got up, went to the bathroom, once he was washed up, and in shorts, he found clean bedding and then scooped his sleeping lover into his arms, he took her into the bathroom. He cleaned her up somewhat, then, he gently sank her, likely, aching body into a tub of warm/hot water, she woke up then looking around a bit disorientated.
"Fak-Fakir... Why am I all wet...?"
He groaned at her use of the term.
"Don't..... Don’t say you're "Wet", PLEASE..."
He said kissing her lips softly, she blinked at him sleepily,
"There was a mess from... Earlier..."
He blushed and looked away, she frowned, not knowing what he meant.
"... On the bed, when I pulled myself out of you. Some of... the fluid from our climaxes flowed out of your body, also... You had bled more than I thought you might, So I need to change the bedding.

I read in a book, that water this temperature, would likely help any residual pain that the woman might feel from her first time, so, lay back and relax."
He said and she nodded and rested her head against the tub-sliding down a bit, he frowned and, hooking his hands under her arms, he pulled her up, so that she was sitting up a bit more.

At her puzzled look, he kissed her nose.
"I'd rather not have you drowning, on me, love."
And then he left the bathroom to change the bedding. He shrugged throwing out the old bedding. Allowing someone to wash it would just be too embarrassing and he couldn't very well wash it himself. Not in the Palace, anyway. There would be too many embarrassing questions.... Once the bed was changed, he collected his girlfriend and put her on the bed, once more.

Removing his shorts he then, got back into the bed with her, covering them up both up; he pulled her close in his arms.

Enjoying the feel of her skin flush with his own as she snuggled close to him, murmuring that she loved him.

He thought he liked the idea of sleeping with her naked body pressed to his own. Soon, her soft snores and steady breathing lulled him into a sleep that was dreamless for a change, because he was holding his dream in his arms.
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To Be Continued... In The Main, Fic This Is From: Princess Tutu: Our Hearts Are One

(currently, that is located only on fanfiction.net under the same pen name)

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Thank you for reading, and please remember, that a review, would be much appreciated!
~*~Windeen~*~

~*~Windy~*~

Part of the full synopsis; from the chaptered (parent) fic:
"A story's birth is a sudden event.

The start, a happy accident.

The end, the fate for which it's meant."
Those words rang through Fakir's mind, each time he tried to write, to make Ahiru human, once more. With a new story.

After many years of attempts. Help, finally arrives.

In a way they hadn't expected.

Another adventure starts for the four friends.

A new girl appears, before them.

Princess Rue (The black-swan princess), vanishes from her palace home in Mytho's kingdom, while he is away.

They have many questions, but not many answers:

#1: Who took prince Siegfried’s wife, Rue, and why?

#2: Can they find her in time?

#3: Will helping Rue, require another sacrifice?

#4: Who is this strange new, dark haired girl?

Many more questions will arise, as time marches on.....
The rest of the synopsis can be read in the first chapter of this story.
(please note: The parent fic to this lemon, is currently only on fanfiction net (pen name: windeen).... Please let me know there, if you are a reviewer from here.

I would be very happy to know that.

If you wish to wait until I post the full story here, that‘s fine. But, I‘m not sure if I WILL post it here at this time).

A/N Part 2:

(My thoughts and reasoning behind the way this turned out.)
This is the most detailed lemon I have ever written and it's detailed because of the characters canon personalities. I went into this lemon while taking into account, how each character's personality is, and I will admit: it seems, to me. Like Fakir gets WAAAY out of character towards the end, but that may be just how it seems to me.

Someone else may not think he is.

I don't honestly LIKE that he seems out of character, and normally I'd keep hold of this and edit the hell out of it until he remained completely in character.

But if I did that- it may not be the way it should, and as a lemon, (forgetting his character being out of character at times) I think it's pretty good...
And I'm honestly not saying that because I wrote it either.

I have written some atrocious lemons in the past (though none made it to the net).
Anyway- aside from his being out of character: I tried to take their character personalities into account and keep in mind that Ahiru would have never even had an in depth girl talk about sex. Let alone wasn't likely to have had ANY exposure at all to the subject. since she was a duck.

Also, I took into account the fact that Fakir was anti-social and likely would not have done "hanging around" with a lot of guys his age.

He would have been interested, but he would have listened to what gossip he could find, and read books mostly.

Autor isn't the type of guy to be overly interested in girls too easily either, so even if he was around him, there would not have been any bragging even IF Autor was sleeping with 100 girls, unless he wanted to piss off Fakir.

Which is not unlikely.
Then there was the fact that Fakir had just WANTED her for so long, and now he had her. He had dreams, vivid dreams about being with Ahiru- and as such he might very well, likely want to act on some of them.

The last thing I took into account was the most important.

They are both virgins in this story. And while Fakir had the body of a dancer- he's still much bigger than Ahiru. She's very petite and there were likely to be problems there.

Both being awkward, somewhat shy and him being possibly larger (in certain places), than her body might be able to handle.

He WOULD definitely know more than she would, though, even if he was a virgin as well.
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On With Part Two!

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She whimpered softly and then her eyes widened as he slid his wandering hand between her thighs.
"F-Fakir, wha-?'
"Just trust me... I swear I haven't done this before, either... But I've read up on it. And done....... other studying..."
She watched as he blushed a bit- she had always thought he was intensely adorable when he blushed like that.
"This will feel good, and I'm answering your earlier question, about what we do..."
She nodded as she looked at him with huge eyes.
"O... Ok,"
She said, he smiled and shifted position so he was sitting beside her legs again, one hand still between them, with the other hand, he tapped the outside of her hip gently.
"C'mon, Spread your legs for me, Ahiru. Let me see it... All of you."
He said, his heart hammering in his own chest, she blushed all the way to her toes, but after a moment ofhessitation... She did as he asked and shifted so that she had her legs spread wide for him.
"Good girl."
He told her and moved so he was kneeling between her thighs, then with both hands, he started exploring her lower body, she gasped as he slid a finger into her wet folds, she closed her eyes at the sensations and shifted her lower body restlessly.

Her hands clutched at the sheets under her as he gently moved the finger around until he found her center. When he looked up at her face and saw the expression on it, he felt a new wave of need roll through his body.

He groaned, knowing he had to hold himself back... For now anyway- he'd be damned if he'd be paying the bathroom another visit this evening, instead of burying himself inside of, and making love to, her.

So, he pushed a finger deep into her center and started moving it in and out. While, with his thumb, he started rubbing at the sensitive button of nerves, he found further up, just inside the wet folds and red curls.
"F-Fa... O...haaa...my...!"
She cried out and her back ached a bit, he thought she looked unbelievably sexy at the moment, her eyes shut tight mouth open, back arched, hands fisted in the sheets and legs wide with his fingers vanishing into her sensitive body.
"Oh ...Fa...kirrr..."
She whimpered, biting her lip and moving her hips up to meet his finger as he plunged it in and out of her. He grinned and added another finger and her breathing became much more uneven.

He shifted again and she felt him lay beside her, her eyes fluttered open as he continued thrusting his 2 fingers into her, he captured her lips with his own.

She sighed happily and threaded her fingers in his long hair again, her hips picking up a rhythm to meet his fingers now, she turned redder as she heard the shamelessly wet sounds coming from where his fingers impaled her. Each time they slammed into her, she heard the sounds.
"Fakir..."
She whimpered between his kisses.
"Ahiru..."
He groaned, she shifted a leg and she felt his member, stiff again and throbbing against her thigh. They stayed like that for a while.

Kissing as his hand worked between her thighs. Then, still working her with his fingers, he trailed kisses down to her breast as he added a third finger, knowing he'd need to stretch her some, considering how petite she was, compared to him.

He felt her shiver with the addition of the 3rd finger, as he started suckling on one of her small breasts, her hands fisted in his hair as he pulled her erect nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, grazed it with his teeth, then suckled again.
After a while, he switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on it, enjoying the squirming and moans she was offering him in response- as well as the sounds his fingers made as they penetrated her small body.

Unlike her, though, he wasn't embarrassed by the sounds he could hear between her thighs, if anything, those wet sounds made him want her even more.

Softly, she was chanting his name as she reacted so openly to his touch and kiss. However, not long after he had added the 3rd finger, she cried out as she had her first orgasm.
He heard her about to scream as the full force of it hit her, so he continued pumping his fingers into her hard and fast, and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her passion filled cry of his name as she shook and quivered in his arms, he felt a wave of warm fluid coat his fingers as well as his hand and he groaned as his manhood throbbed more for her.

He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva clinging between their swollen lips as he groaned again, looking at her with love and lust in his eyes.

She was gasping for breath and seemed to be glowing to him, he wasn't done with her yet though, he liked that he had this kind of command over her, that HE was the one doing this to her, making her look this way and act this way.
He wanted to make sure she knew what she was missing if she took the form of a damn duck, ever again. He leaned up and looked at his soaked fingers curiously, he'd read on the subject and studied in health class, listened to his classmates in ballet and writing classes as the guys talked about their sex life, he'd been curious after all.

He was a healthy young man. He had even needed to finish himself off in the bathroom, sometimes, on the nights that he'd wake up from dreaming about her, when he'd wake up and be hard and wanting something that was out of his reach.
As for the dreams... They had been vivid, highly detailed and he intended to act them out with her now, while she was human, wanton and in his arms. She was at his mercy. She felt his fingers leave their spot between her thighs and she felt empty, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"F-Fakir..."
He just grinned at her. As she watched him, he licked his fingers clean of her essence, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something- her face, bright red once again, but his lips came crashing onto hers, his tongue invading her senses and she tasted herself, mingling with his own taste, she whimpered as their tongues warred in her mouth and then he broke the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip as he did so, before pulling away.

She noted a strange gleam in his eyes as he trailed kisses down her body, this time going beyond her breasts.

She gasped as he lifted her bottom from the bed, tilted her hips and started pleasuring her with his mouth and tongue.
She glanced down at him and when she saw him lapping at her, his eyes trained on her own, obviously watching for her reactions, she gasped as a new wave of pleasure washed through her body.

The image of him there, doing that, let alone the sensations it caused, was enough of a further turn on for the duck-turned-girl.

Her legs, draped over his shoulders, on either side of his head, quivered with each flick of his tongue against her and she couldn't help but cry out as he flicked his tongue over that one spot one last time, then secured his lips around the small button and started sucking.
When he did that, her eyes rolled back in her head, she let out a strangled half cry/half sob of pleasure and collapsed with her head falling against the pillow under her, he groaned against her and after a few more licks, he shifted her and started lapping at her center, where he'd been thrusting his fingers just moments before.

He was so focused on that, teasing sensations from her, that he forgot to watch her, when he did again, she was gripping the sheets under her with white knuckles and her head was thrashing from side to side as her hips tried to buck against him of their own accord, to meet his ministrations.
Her hair was wild around her head, she was sweaty and it plastered to her flushed skin. He groaned, growing harder at the image she presented.

Giving her a final hard lick, she came screaming in another climax, he continued lap at her until she had no more to give, he let her hips go gently and wiped his mouth with his arm, then he climbed up her body, and, cupping her flushed face with both of his hands, he made her look at him. When she did, she smiled, reaching up and running a finger over his damp lips, he opened his mouth and started sucking on her finger, she whimpered.
"Are you ok Ahiru?"
He asked as he released her finger, giving it one last lazy lick and feeling a shiver course through her body.
"Do you want me to stop or finish?"
He asked as he nipped at her lips gently, his member was resting against her thigh, he wanted to be inside her so badly. Her hazy cerulean eyes widened and she blinked.
"You're not done?"
She asked, still breathless as she licked her lips, she wasn't sure how much more sensations she could take.
"No, I'm not. But this next part will hurt you... For a bit, at least. This will be answering your earlier question and this is the part I warned would hurt..."
He said, having trailed soft kisses and nips down her throat to her ear where he sucked on the lobe. Hoping that he could coax a: "go ahead" from her.

She shifted her lower body, and, cried out his name, softly, as the sensitive, swollen skin down there created friction, he pulled back and tilted her head trying to get her to focus on him.
"I really want to make love to you... Will you let me?"
He asked bluntly, she blushed deeply.
"I-Isn't that what you've bha... Been-Been doing?"
She asked softly, she was feeling those sensations pool in her lower body again. He shook his head.
"No, That's just the lead up to the main event..."
He said as he caressed circles on her cheek.
"W-will it make you feel good too?"
She asked, her eyes jumping to his throbbing member against her thigh. He groaned and kissed her softly for asking that question.
"Yes... It will... But you-you'll hurt for a while..."
“I’ll feel good too, though, eventually?”
He nodded, she smiled at him then and kissed him again.
"Ok, Go ahead."
She said as she broke the kiss. She didn't care if it hurt as long as they both felt good. He smiled and captured her lips again as he shifted his lower body, he reached down and gripped her hips with both hands, she whimpered and closed her eyes, a little frightened, but trying to be brave, as she felt his tip pressing against her opening.

Then, he tightened his grip on her hips and gave a powerful thrust deep into her heat with a grunt of pleasure. He'd filled her to the hilt.

Her eyes flew open and she screamed into his mouth, he groaned at the feel of her small body clamping hard against him, he could feel her shaking, her eyes full of tears, he broke the kiss, burying his face in her hair and waited.
"I'm sorry Ahiru... I'm so sorry darling, I know it hurts... It'll ease up. I swear the pain will ease."
He whispered, she hugged him, her whole body quivering from the pain, as she buried her face in the dark hair on his shoulder and sobbed openly in his arms. A spot of blood, that neither could see, forming on the sheets below them.

He felt horrible, he hadn't thought she'd be in THIS much pain. He held as still as he could in this position. His body wanted badly to start moving, he could feel himself sheathed inside of her wet velvety muscles and feel himself quivering with need.

After some time, her crying calmed down, he loosened his hold on her, and gently shifted them slightly so that he could look into her puffy, waterlogged, eyes.
"How is the pain?"
He asked worriedly as he caressed her skin with his fingers, any bit of skin he could reach, trying to be soothing, he caressed her gently. She looked back up at him. She sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes.

Then she gave her hips a test shift. He moaned in pleasure and she moaned in some pain.
"Ok, that's it, I'm pulling out."
He said, he couldn't take hurting her like this. He'd finish himself off in the bathroom again. He gripped her hips again, preparing to pull out of her, but she glared at him, and locked her legs around his hips.

The motion of that causing enough pain to make her dizzy as she felt him sink further into her throbbing body.
"Ahiru. I don't want to hurt you..."
He said, looking worriedly at her, she bit her lip, giving him a weak but stubborn look.
"Just. Start. Moving. Fakirrr..."
She whined and bucked her hips against his, he groaned and couldn't help it as his body seemed to move on it's own. At first, with every slow thrust into her, she'd cry out in what seemed like agony, to him. And each time she did, he'd apologize.
Thrust!
"Owh...ow...oh..."
"I'm sorry."
Thrust!
"Haa... oh... that... Fakirrrrr..."
"I- Ahiru... I love you baby... I can stop, just-just let m-"
"NO!"
Thrust!
*A squeak of pain and discomfort from his lover*
"I...I love... yh... you tha... too, F-Fakir... oh... ngh... But-But... Shut up! And... Don-DON'T s-stop..."
Thrust!
"... It hurts a little bit... Less..."
"I can't sta-stand hurt-hurting you like-... W-wait. I... it's less painful?"
After about 30 minutes of the awkward and strange love making session, her cries finally slowed to low moans of slight pain, discomfort AND pleasure. He sighed in relief when she started kissing him and running her hands up and down his back, her legs no longer locking him in place, as he started moving harder and faster into her.

Soon her hips found a rhythm with his, rising to meet him thrust for thrust as he gripped her hips, tilting them and finding that he could go deeper that way.
Once the awkwardness, pain and guilt over the pain had finally faded from the 2, they lost themselves in the act and each other. They caressed each other as their lower bodies created a blindingly intense pressure, building up more and more with each one of his, now powerful, deep thrusts.

He watched her with his forest green eyes heavy lidded, his hair, a curtain around his handsome face, her small breasts were bouncing with each one of his thrusts into her smaller body.

Watching her body jerk with each powerful thrust, her small but perfect breasts bounce, her own hips slamming up to meet his, the wet sounds coming from their joined bodies and the slap of his balls into her skin with the force he was now using to make love to her... He found it gave him a powerful, possessive feeling and he felt a surge of love for her all over again. She was panting for breath, her body covered in sweat, like his own was.
Then he let out a soft grow as he saw her small hands started to fondle her breasts as she mewled his name with her eyes shut.

For some reason, the sight of her fondling her own breasts made him feel like he wasn't possessing her as completely as he wanted. Like he wasn‘t pleasuring her enough.

He reached down, slowing in his thrusting. She blinked open her eyes as he gently slid her hands from her breasts, and, threading the fingers of each of his hands threw the fingers of each of hers, he slammed her hands into the pillow on either side of her head, her eyes widened as he rose above her, supporting his weight by their joined hands, almost pulling his manhood completely out of her.
"Fakir...?"
He gave her a lazy smirk as he leaned down and captured her lips in a hungry and possessive kiss. She whimpered, not use to being so confined. On top of that, just the tip of his penis was still inside her, She was wet and needed more of him. She tried to lift her hips to his, desperately needing him to fill her again, but he moved with her, keeping just the tip in; as his tongue invaded her mouth, dancing with her own tongue.

She was breathing through her nose now, erratically. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes from frustration.

He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and he started sucking on it, his fingers tightened in her own and suddenly he slammed all the way back into her, she gasped against his mouth and he groaned as he finally separated their lips. A thick string of saliva, once again connecting their mouths as he gasped just above her lips.
"Your mine, Ahiru..."
He said, grunting along with her from the shear force of his thrusts. She bit her bottom lip, annoyed at his declaration, but still... it made her feel hotter and her lower body tingled more.

She looked up at him, then she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at his lower back as she moved faster to keep up with him. She'd likely be brushed down there tomorrow, but so would he.
"And... And you're... ha...ha... M-mine, Fakir..."
She moaned as she lifted her head and captured his lips again, she loved the way he tasted. His thrusts were getting more erratic and she was on the verge of coming when he slid his lips from hers, down to her breasts where he fused his mouth over one and started flicking it with his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth, finally suckling at it until the nipple stood at attention, then he moved to the other, doing the same, breathing through his nose, making her shiver as his warm breath, hit, her sensitized breasts, he pulled his lips off of that nipple while still sucking at it.
"Ahiru, I need you to cum soon, I won't be able to hold on much longer, I don’t want to cum first, hurry up!"
He said, grunting with every thrust now, he worried that if he came first, that, he wouldn‘t be able to make sure she was fully satisfied. He watched her face, as he made love to her, she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran along with the saliva from their last intense kiss, from her swollen lips, down her chin, he could tell she was near, he felt her clench their joined hands, as the pleasure she was feeling mounted.

Finally, after he'd been holding back for quite a while, she came again, reaching her climax and shuddering in his arms as he groaned, her climax, causing her muscles to squeeze his member hard, as it plunged into her a few more times, the final time he thrust, he held himself in place, as deep inside her as he could get, and finally he came, grunting with the force of his release, shooting his seed into her.
He leaned down and kissed her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, as she whimpered softly. She could feel him deep inside her body, filling her completely. He groaned- turning into a low growl as he continued to kiss her, before letting his lips finally leave hers.

His hips gave a few jerks into hers again as her muscles still milked his manhood of his release, and, finally, he felt himself go limp inside her, and he collapsed on top of her, completely drained and spent as both tried to catch their breaths, he could still feel her quivering, from the aftershocks of her release, he was still inside her body and wished he could stay there always.
Her knees were bent on either side of him as she tried to catch her breath.

His head was resting just above her shoulder.

It was a while later, when the sweat on their skin had cooled and their heart rates slowed, that he then lifted himself off, and out of, her. When he did, he saw their mixed fluids and some blood pool at the junction of her thighs, soaking into the sheets.

He then noticed that she'd drifted to sleep.

He hadn't expected that, he sighed, trying to wake her, so that they could get cleaned up, and change the bed, however, when he was greeted with only snores- from his sleeping beauty, he smiled ruefully and got up, went to the bathroom, once he was washed up, and in shorts, he found clean bedding and then scooped his sleeping lover into his arms, he took her into the bathroom. He cleaned her up somewhat, then, he gently sank her, likely, aching body into a tub of warm/hot water, she woke up then looking around a bit disorientated.
"Fak-Fakir... Why am I all wet...?"
He groaned at her use of the term.
"Don't..... Don’t say you're "Wet", PLEASE..."
He said kissing her lips softly, she blinked at him sleepily,
"There was a mess from... Earlier..."
He blushed and looked away, she frowned, not knowing what he meant.
"... On the bed, when I pulled myself out of you. Some of... the fluid from our climaxes flowed out of your body, also... You had bled more than I thought you might, So I need to change the bedding.

I read in a book, that water this temperature, would likely help any residual pain that the woman might feel from her first time, so, lay back and relax."
He said and she nodded and rested her head against the tub-sliding down a bit, he frowned and, hooking his hands under her arms, he pulled her up, so that she was sitting up a bit more.

At her puzzled look, he kissed her nose.
"I'd rather not have you drowning, on me, love."
And then he left the bathroom to change the bedding. He shrugged throwing out the old bedding. Allowing someone to wash it would just be too embarrassing and he couldn't very well wash it himself. Not in the Palace, anyway. There would be too many embarrassing questions.... Once the bed was changed, he collected his girlfriend and put her on the bed, once more.

Removing his shorts he then, got back into the bed with her, covering them up both up; he pulled her close in his arms.

Enjoying the feel of her skin flush with his own as she snuggled close to him, murmuring that she loved him.

He thought he liked the idea of sleeping with her naked body pressed to his own. Soon, her soft snores and steady breathing lulled him into a sleep that was dreamless for a change, because he was holding his dream in his arms.

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To Be Continued... In The Main, Fic This Is From: Princess Tutu: Our Hearts Are One

(currently, that is located only on fanfiction.net under the same pen name)

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Thank you for reading, and please remember, that a review, would be much appreciated!

~*~Windeen~*~

~*~Windy~*~

Part of the full synopsis; from the chaptered (parent) fic:

"A story's birth is a sudden event.

The start, a happy accident.

The end, the fate for which it's meant."

Those words rang through Fakir's mind, each time he tried to write, to make Ahiru human, once more. With a new story.

After many years of attempts. Help, finally arrives.

In a way they hadn't expected.

Another adventure starts for the four friends.

A new girl appears, before them.

Princess Rue (The black-swan princess), vanishes from her palace home in Mytho's kingdom, while he is away.

They have many questions, but not many answers:

#1: Who took prince Siegfried’s wife, Rue, and why?

#2: Can they find her in time?

#3: Will helping Rue, require another sacrifice?

#4: Who is this strange new, dark haired girl?

Many more questions will arise, as time marches on.....

The rest of the synopsis can be read in the first chapter of this story.

(please note: The parent fic to this lemon, is currently only on fanfiction net (pen name: windeen).... Please let me know there, if you are a reviewer from here.

I would be very happy to know that.

If you wish to wait until I post the full story here, that‘s fine. But, I‘m not sure if I WILL post it here at this time).
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