It hadn't been easy getting Yarra into the city, the boy hated them. Ra'rin did try to avoid them out of respect for her little brother, but some where just too tempting. She had heard a lot about Ketra and had always wanted to visit the city.
Plus, Ra'rin glanced over at Yarra as she led them down the crowded streets, her little brother still hadn't been with a woman yet. He was old enough he should have made that step into manhood years ago. But he just wasn't very good with people, let alone trying to court a girl.
So Ra'rin had made some plans for him. The girl was sweet and had seemed to understand Yarra's...problem. And if Yarra really didn't want too, she wasn't going to make him, but she could at least give him the opportunity.
"Here we are." Ra'rin gestured Yarra inside the brothel. Hopefully this would go well and her brother would learn a little more about the world tonight.
Yarra was a mess of nerves as they headed down the street.
He hated cities. Hated the smell, the sight, the people--and there were so many people, pressing by him on the street, looking at him, bumping into his tail...it was chaos. He hissed at several in warning when they got too close and stepped closer to Ra'rin without realizing he was doing it. Hate, hate, hate. There were too many bodies blocking the road and not enough exits, and his eyes scanned the crowd as they walked for good escape routes in case anything bad went down.
Humans made him nervous, and getting attacked by that hunter bitch a year or so ago didn't make him feel any better about that. As far as Drygans went, with his single small streak of white hair, he was at the bottom of the food chain.
He didn't know why Ra'rin insisted they came to the city, or why she liked it so much.
Finally they came to a building where a sign hanging above the doorway was painted with a peach symbol. A food place? Yarra hesitated at the doorway and gave Ra'rin a glowering look. She knew how he felt about going inside places, but he also didn't want to seem a coward. He was a fighter! So, with a loud sigh, he turned and stalked inside. "They better have some good food he--"
His words cut off and he froze in the doorway.
Before him was a lounge of sorts and inside were not only people, but practically naked people, people showing lots of skin and cleavage. While Yarra generally had no issues with even full nudity, there was something about this place that was distinctly not platonic, the scent of arousal mixing with the far stronger scent of musky incense. It was both suffocating and alluring.
Mostly suffocating. Too-small room. Too-thick air. Too many people.
"What...what is...?" Yarra stiffened and whipped back around to leave, a jolt of panic racing through him. "I ain't goin' in there."
Ra'rin made soothing noises at Yarra, her hand lightly touching his back, "Come on. It's okay. It isn't a bad place and you'll get used to the smell." She gave him an encouraging smile, "I just want you to meet one person and we can leave anytime."
Ra'rin glanced around her and quickly pointed out several ways to get out from the building. The brothel wasn't really built to keep people in, "It's easy to get out. And I'm with you."
Yarra's body was stiff with tension and he jumped when Ra'rin touched his back. While all he wanted to do was just put as much distance between here and himself as possible and high-tail it for the wilds, he trusted Ra'rin. That didn't stop him from shooting her a glowering look, though, toes tapping their claws on the ground in agitation.
"Just one person?" he repeated, then heaved a loud sigh and crossed his arms over his bare chest, the vest he wore open as usual. His shoulders slouched forward like a petulant child. "Fine. Then we can leave?"
"Just one. She's very nice." Ra'rin smiled and lead Yarra inside. Heading up the stairs, they were met by a slender, dark skinned woman in a dark red dress, hugging her slim figure and showing off her neck and collarbone.
When Ra'rin had come the day before to arrange the meeting, she hadn't mentioned what her client was going to look like. Seeing the red skinned boy was a little bit of a surprise, but she didn't let it show on her face. She had been with a lot worse and while the nervous hostility was new, she was the resident expert on virgins.
"Hello. You must be Yarra? I'm Nadia." She shifted and gestured to the open door of her room, "Would you mind if we moved into my room?"
Once upstairs, Yarra had to resist the urge to turn around and head right back down. Okay, they were there, he'd seen upstairs! Now they could leave! He wished. Except they still had to meet this mysterious person for some reason or another, so he gritted his teeth and waited it out. Without even realizing he was doing it, he moved closer to Ra'rin. He'd never admit it, but her presence comforted him.
Then a new woman appeared. That must be the one. For a few seconds, Yarra just stood there, not answering and not really looking at her. Then he remembered the manners Ra'rin had smacked into his head and, not wanting to get whacked, he gave an awkward wave.
"Hi. Yeah. That's me," he grumbled, dragging a foot across the floor and throwing Ra'rin a look. Great! They'd met! Now they could leave? But then the woman--Nadia--continued and he looked from her and Ra'rin and back, expression startled and a little panicked. "What? Why?"
"It's okay Yarra. She isn't going to hurt you." It always made Ra'rin so sad how paranoid Yarra was. That had to be trained into him, things had to have gone so very bad for him to make him that suspicious of others.
Nadia smiled, still holding one arm out to gesture to her room, "You look like quite the capable warrior. I'm sure that you could easily break me if I tried anything. I just want to get to know you a little. Ra'rin has told me so much about you."
"She has?" Genuine curiosity filtered through the paranoia and Yarra looked at Ra'rin again. What had she told her? And why? And what did that mean, want to get to know him?
Still, she was right. He could break her if she tried anything. And he did trust Ra'rin. She wouldn't have lead him into a situation that would endanger him, right?
"Um..." He shot Ra'rin another helpless look, then gave a hiss of frustration and turned to Nadia. He didn't want to seem a coward, especially if it was over nothing, especially if it was just this human girl facing him. He also didn't want to go into that tiny room, but if it wouldn't take long...
"Fine," he finally grumbled, stalking past Nadia and into her room.
"I'll come pick you up in a few hours Yarra. Enjoy!" Ra'rin gave him a wave and a smile before turning and heading back down the stairs. She could go enjoy some of the sights of the city while Yarra spent some time with a pretty girl.
Nadia followed Yarra into the room, leaving the door open. She would worry about closing it later. Right now, she wanted to just get the...dragon kid to relax some. She gave him another smile and took a seat, "Would you like to sit with me? Ra'rin told me you are a powerful warrior. You look like you could take on a bear."
He also smelled a little like he had recently taken on that bear.
"Wait, what? Ra'rin!" Yarra whirled around in alarm, but already she was gone.
Leaving him with the girl.
He stood, frozen, in the middle of the room staring out the open door, tempted to run after her. But that would be cowardly. So, instead, he spotted a chair across the room from Nadia and pulled it over a bit so it was closer to the door. Only then did he take a seat, tail twitching with obvious agitation. He couldn't believe Ra'rin had just ditched him like that!
However, what Nadia said did get his interest. Blinking in surprise, he looked over at her. "She said that?" Ack, he hadn't meant that to sound so uncertain. Of course he was a powerful warrior! He shifted in his seat a little and nodded stiffly. "Er, yeah. I am. And I could. Why?"
Nadia gave a small laugh, amused by the dragon's paranoia. It was refreshingly cute honestly. It would take some maneuvering to get around, but she felt confident that she could. "Oh, no reason. I just have always found warriors to be fascinating. All that skill and strength. I bet you have some amazing stories to share. Do you think I could convince you to share one with me?"
Yarra narrowed his eyes skeptically at Nadia, but his expression softened as she continued. She thought warriors were fascinating? But she looked so soft herself. Could a human like her really appreciate that sort of thing? It did explain why she was asking so many questions.
He glanced down at the floor and flicked his tail. "You have? Um...well, I do have some stories..." he mumbled, fidgeting with his hands. "Warrior stories. Like, uh...like the time I got stuck upside-down in a trap and a warrior woman tried to kill me with her hammer."
Pausing, Yarra looked back up at Nadia expectantly.
Oh dear lord. It was worse than she had expected. The boy wasn't even able to tell an interesting story. But she kept her expression interested and she leaned forward just a little, letting her dress open just a little at the neckline, "Oh! Really? What did you do? That sounds terrifying."
Yarra's eyes briefly flicked down to Nadia's chest, but then he jerked them back to her face and perked up, encouraged by her reaction. She was interested! Well, it was a pretty amazing tale, and since she hadn't been there, he got to leave out the part where he'd been kind of afraid.
"I had to use my fire to cut myself down, first off," he said, tail swishing more excitedly now. He didn't often get to tell these stories and while he had been shy at first, the fact that he had her captivated made him forget that. "Then, once I was free, I beat the shit out of her and made her regret ever messing with me!"
That was the story? Well, that wasn't so bad. She had heard a lot worse. At least Yarra was rather cute while he told it. Nadia looked enthralled the entire time, leaning in to hear better. The fact he had noticed her chest was making her feel a little better. He wasn't totally dead.
"Oh how thrilling! You must be a most magnificent fighter! I wish I could have seen you in action. You must be so brave to fight like that.'
Genuine pride flowed through Yarra, and he felt his back straighten and his chest puff out, fangs flashing in a grin. Maybe this one wasn't so bad. She knew a genuine warrior when she saw one, and if this was what Ra'rin had brought him here for, to tell this one of his feats...he supposed he could live with that.
"Oh, yeah. She was a tough one, but no match for me. Humans got nothin' on us Drygans." He gave a nod of self-agreement, then paused. "There's lots of blood, though. Ra'rin told me humans don't like blood."
Ew. Nadia could only imagine the carnage this one caused. He was so simple, it made it all too easy to picture him tearing some girl apart. Gods but she hoped he didn't eat them.
Voice still breathy, Nadia shook her head, "I don't mind. Not when it's part of such an amazing story." The boy was still so far away, she needed a way to get him closer. Or...even better...an idea came to Nadia and she decided to test the waters a little and hope for the best.
"Ra'rin told me you have been traveling a lot. Would you care for a bath? I can help you bathe and we can bring some food up. I'm sure you could use some refreshment."
"What?" That made Yarra stiffen, a scowl replacing the grin as his yellow eyes narrowed to slits. His tail lashed, but this time it was more like the jerky, irritated movements of an annoyed cat. "No. I don't like water. Why?"
"Ah, well..." Nadia gave a small, tight smile, trying to not let her real feelings show, "You just...ah, seemed like you might want to relax. Have you ever had a hot herbal bath before? It is very good for warriors. It helps relax muscles and heal scars. There is nothing to be scared of."
Yarra shifted uncomfortably, still glaring suspiciously at Nadia. "I like my scars, though," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "Only babies are smooth, not warriors."
"The scars will stay, but it will help heal the damage to your muscles. Help them not be so tight." Nadia kept her voice low and soothing and a little seductive. She had to go slow with this one, but he rather reeked and she was hoping to get him clean.
"I would never get rid of your scars. They are very attractive."
That made Yarra pause, and his already red cheeks went a darker shade as his face heated. Attractive? That...was a new one. Scars were impressive and evidence of having gone through hardships and struggles and lived, but attractive?
Once again, he shifted a little in his seat. "It heals damage?" he repeated, just to verify. He did have a stiff left shoulder due to an injury when he was younger, and he idly rolled it as he spoke.
"It can help the healing. And I am a healer, not much of one, but I do specialize in massages." She tilted her head, smiling, all of her soft, soothing and as non threatening as she could manage, "Does your shoulder hurt? I can help with that."
"Uhh..." Yarra glanced awkwardly from Nadia to the door and back, briefly, then shook his head. "Not...much," he said, his natural instinct being to downplay the injury; injuries were weakness, and weakness meant danger. But she wanted to help, she was human, and--as he kept repeating to himself--Ra'rin said it was okay. "It's old. It bothers me."
"Oh course. That is very common with injuries. The scars get tight. A warm soak and a massage will have it feeling like new." Nadia's hand moved to a small bell, hovering there, "Would you like the bath? It will be warm and fragrant and I can have tea or food brought up." She lowered her gaze, a practiced blush coming to her dark skin, "I would be honored to help such a powerful warrior as yourself."
It was a few seconds before Yarra could answer, mind suddenly torn between two very different, very separate worlds--one of them very alien. He stared at Nadia for a moment, at the pretty flush that warmed her skin, the demure expression, the flattering words... "W...what kind of food?" was all he finally managed to get out, voice weak. He hated baths. He did not like the idea of a bath. At all. But when she put it that way...
"Anything you like." Nadia kept her voice soft and submissive, all her gestures diffident. He seemed like he might enjoy playing the big, tough man and take charge for a while. He was about that age, for a human anyway. She didn't know anything about...whatever he was, "What would you like?"
Nadia rang the bell and almost immediately a serving girl appeared. Standing, Nadia went over to her, ordering a scented bath for Yarra to be brought up. Turning, she smiled at Yarra, "Would you like a meal? Or just something to snack on?"
"A snack?" Yarra tilted his head, eyes flicking to the serving girl to watch her leave before returning his attention to Nadia, feeling oddly nervous--but for a different reason than before. No longer did he feel the desperate need to flee, not really, and if he did then he didn't feel up to trying. And while he didn't fear this woman, something about her kept throwing him off. "I guess. I hunted not long ago, so I--what is there?"
"Well, if you...hunted," Oh spirits what was she dealing with here? Hunted? Really? "recently, would you like some dessert then? Something sweet to," Nadia's eyes slid across Yarra's form, blushing again, though she made sure to put some heat into her gaze. He was coming along nicely, "tide you over until dinner. Or would you like something more savory?"
Yarra swallowed thickly. That look she gave him...it was not quite unlike the look he probably gave a rabbit he was about to eat, and yet not quite so predatory. He shifted in his seat again, hearing the blood rush in his ears as his pulse quickened under her gaze and his own red skin heated. He cleared his throat and looked away, abruptly self-conscious. "Er...do ya have chocolate?"
"Oh yes." Nadia shot the girl a look and had her bring up anything chocolate they had in the kitchen, as well as some tea to wash it down with. Moving back into the room, Nadia took her seat again, careful to not get to close. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she watched him, still keeping her expression modest, "Do you have a sweet tooth?"
Chocolate. They had chocolate. Sweets were hard to get outside of fruits and such and he only really got chocolate when he was among humans. Sometimes, the sweets made up for having to endure the villages. Yarra perked up noticeably, mouth already watering, and nodded quickly, "I don't get it much at all."
Really? She was losing out to chocolate? The boy barley paid her much interest, but the mention of chocolate had him drooling. Well, at least he seemed to be relaxing. Two servents entered then, carrying buckets of hot water from the kitchen.
Nadia waved them over to the tub on the corner of the room, which they began to fill before leaving to go get more water.
"Well, I'll make you a deal. I'll make sure you have as much chocolate as you want if you tell me another story about your great warrior prowess. I don't get to meet many strong men like you." She lowered her gaze again, "So brave and handsome."
Yarra watched the servants warily and flicked a glance at the tub, not quite sure what he had gotten himself into or why he'd agreed to something he knew was only going to make him miserable. Except...that it meant sweets. And she said she could fix his injury.
And she had a way with words.
"As much as I want?" he repeated, eyes widening. Was this some sort of trap? Was there a catch? All that for a story and to let her heal him? Or she just...really did like his stories that much? Yarra swallowed again and hunched his shoulders, feeling the warmth in his face spread clear to his ears. That look, the shy one again. She thought he was handsome? His mind raced, thoughts of chocolate bouncing against the realization that she was pretty and that still nagging sense of wariness and danger.
"Oh...well...another warrior story. Right, yeah. I, uh...I have a lot of those. Um. Oh, uh, I broke my ribs a couple months ago," he started, looking back up hopefully.
Oh yes. There is was. The start of what was sure to be a truly amazing story. Nadia widened her hazel eyes, looking shocked, "Really? That must have hurt so much!" She leaned forward again, showing of her smooth, dark skin to its advantage. "What happened?
"Well, uh..." It was hard not to notice that Nadia had a really interesting chest, and that a lot of it was showing where most humans kept so covered up and that if he stared long enough he could practically see down it. Her skin was so smooth, unlike his. "Oh, I, uh..." And suddenly Yarra's story about the deer hunt didn't sound quite so exciting and impressive anymore. Was that really a warrior story? He suffered a warrior-like injury, but it was a deer.
And he wanted her to like this story as much as the last one.
He didn't quite look at her face as he spoke. "Did it fighting another...Drygan. They, uh, they hit me with their tail and cracked my ribs, but it was a lucky shot." Looking back up at her, he straightened proudly. "So then I beat the shit outta him and he never showed his face again."
"Drygan? That is your race, correct? Are all Drygan's as powerful and..." Nadia let her eyes linger on Yarra's bare chest again, giving as many signals as she could, "brave as you are?"
The two servents arrived again, filling up the tub more and returning for another load of water as the two talked. It shouldn't be much longer before the tub was ready.
"No." The word left Yarra's mouth before he could help it, and he felt a momentary jab of panic when he realized that was blatantly untrue as though the Chosen would come bursting through the door to correct his lie. But he'd said it, and he couldn't go back now, so instead he committed to it, shaking his head. "No, not all."
Nadia nodded, wishing he wasn't across the table from her. It would be so much easier if he would let her touch him. But patience. The bath would allow that and then he would smell less...ripe. "Of course. Silly of me to ask. You have such amazing tails. I've never met anyone like you before."
Her words once again stoked that hidden, boyish confidence within him, and Yarra gave a fanged grin and rolled his shoulders back. "And ya never will again," he said proudly.
"How sadly true. I do hope that means you'll come see me often." The tub was ready now and Nadia stood, one arm gesturing to the tub, "It's ready. Would you like to test the temperature? See if it is to your liking."
That made Yarra's face fall as he followed her gesture to the tub. Distracted by the conversation, he had forgotten all about the bath, and now he hunkered down in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. "I don't like water..." he repeated, a last ditch effort at avoiding it.
"You'll feel much better after a long soak." Nadia smiled, standing next to the tub, hands starting to undo her dress, sliding the top layer down so she was just in the much more revealing underdress, a cream colored silk.
"There isn't anything to be afraid of, I promise."
As Nadia slid out of her dress and into the cream shift, Yarra couldn't help but stare, and suddenly her calm persuasion was, well...really, really persuasive. It was so strange; it wasn't like he'd never seen a naked female before, and yet she wasn't even naked but there was just something about the way the cloth clung to her curves, hiding nothing yet revealing nothing...
With an agitated huff, Yarra made a small growling sound and got to his feet to trudge reluctantly toward the tub. With a sigh, he dipped a hand into the water and frowned. "It's fine."
"See?" Nadia knelt by the back of the tub, her slender arms bare now as she trailed a hand in the water, "Now why don't you get out of those clothes and I can see about helping sooth all those stubborn injuries."
With a long sigh, Yarra shrugged out of his vest and let it drop to the floor, then reluctantly unlaced his breeches. He wasn't going to like this. He just knew he was going to hate this. There was nothing about water that he liked, cool or warm, and it took forever for his hair to dry! Yet even as he grumbled under his breath, he found himself sliding out of his breeches, leaving a small pile of dirty clothes on the floor.
He didn't seem too concerned about his own nudity--and normally he wasn't. Yet when he glanced back at Nadia, a rush of sudden self-consciousness flooded him and he averted his eyes, looking back to the tub. Ugh...he didn't know why he'd agreed to this, but...
With a sigh, he stepped into the tub and sank down into the water with a low hiss, the water a little warmer on his body than it was on just his hand. But it was bearable.
Nadia stood, letting Yarra soak a minute. The man was filthy! She gathered up the clothes, still smiling, "Do you mind if I get these washed? You'll feel much better."
Oh sweet gods, she was sure she saw something living in there. She had to struggle to keep her calm, happy mask in place, "And I can scrub your hair for you if you like? You have so much of it!"
"What?" Yarra looked up at her in alarm, sloshing water over the side of the tub. "My clothes? No! What'll I wear?"
Nadia tilted her head, puzzled, "Well, I can get you a robe, though I am quite enjoying getting to see you naked. You have a lot of very nice muscles. And it wont take long to clean them."
"Oh." Yarra sank a little deeper into the water and felt his face grow hotter. He looked away and turned his focus to his braid, which was half submerged. No point in trying to keep his hair dry now.
"Fine. That works," he said, and worked on undoing the clasp, letting his hair down.
Nadia moved to the door and waved a servant over, handing her the clothes and instructing her on getting them clean. Heading back into the room, Nadia knelt by the tub again, a perfect smile on her face, "Would you like help washing your hair?"
Yarra jerked away from Nadia reflexively--and preemptively, leaning away from her. "No, I have it," he said with a scowl, a little moody from having to bathe, but he dunked his head under the water to wet his hair completely because he may as well since he was here.
Resurfacing, he parted the curtain of orange hair that had fallen into his face so he could look at her. "You can't touch it," he decided to elaborate. "Only I can touch it."
That caused Nadia to blink, confused, "Oh...well...alright. I wont touch it."
She settled herself, offering Yarra a bar of soap, "Here, For your hair. When your all scrubbed, I can rub your back, see if I can't fix that shoulder. How did you get the injury?"
Yarra eyed the bar of soap, then sighed and accepted it, rubbing it between his hands to work up a lather. He worked it into his hair and the water started to cloud even more as layers of old dirt washed out of it, his hair turning more of an actual dark orange color instead of a sort of orangey-brown, the white streaks in his hair becoming less gray and more stark. "My shoulder? Uh...it was a long time ago. Well, a couple years, at least." He scrubbed at his scalp and hair for a little longer, taking obvious care with it, then dunked his head again to rinse it out.
Then began the process of cleaning his body.
"I got in a fight. Got my shoulder dislocated during it. Never been the same since," he said as he finished picking dirt out from under his claws and moved onto scrubbing his tail. "I popped it back in after, but it still gets sore." With a small splash, he let his tail plop back into the water.
"Well, I bet I can help it some. I'm good with injuries like that." It was horrifying the amount of dirt that came off him. Ra'rin wanted her to take the boy as a regular, having him come in often. If that was going to happen, he was going to improve his hygiene!
Once he had finished, Nadia moved behind him and started to lightly feel around his shoulder, sending warm healing magic into him. It was a subtle kind of magic, not able to close wounds in moments, but she was able to help find the problem and with a bit of magic and strong fingers, she worked at his shoulder.
"You look much better with your hair all clean. It's such a beautiful color."
Oh, now that was nice. Yarra hadn't liked the water or anything, but this was good. Slowly, the irritated tension started to melt out of his body and Yarra relaxed with a happy groan as warmth flowed through his muscles. His eyes started to drift shut and he tilted his head back. The comment about him being beautiful or whatever might've bothered him another time, but right now it felt too good for him to care.
He'd never really had a massage before. He wasn't big on people touching him.
"Mm...yeah?" he asked absently, not really paying attention to what she was saying.
"Oh yes." Nadia's hands worked along Yarra's tense muscles, working out the kinks. There were several old scars and knots that she carefully and patiently worked out with magic and fingers, "You are a powerful warrior, aren't you. So many marks of battle along your body."
"Mhmm," Yarra said, eyes closed in enjoyment and muscles going slack. He let out a yawn, baring sharp teeth, and let himself sink down a little deeper. "Yeah. I fight a lot." His voice sounded thick, sleepy.
If she kept that up, he felt he'd fall asleep right there in the bath and right then, he really didn't care if he would so long as she didn't stop! "That's good," he murmured.
Nadia smiled and kept working, "Good. I'm glad you like it." She leaned down, lips next to his ear, her voice low and husky, "Don't fall asleep. I can make you feel so much better if you'll let me."
Yarra cracked an eye open at that, a small, unexpected shiver going through him at the combination of her voice at his ear and hands on his skin. He still felt drowsy, but that got his interest. "Yeah?"
"Oh yes. I can make you feel amazing." Her hands slid down his chest, delicate fingers teasing along his skin, working lower down his belly, her small breasts pressing against the back of his head, "Would you like that?"
A rush of very confusing, conflicting emotions and feelings went through Yarra: the usual aversion to being touched, being more relaxed yet still not fully comfortable with this and feeling incredibly awkward--and yet the fact that he was enjoying this, that it felt good, that he kind of wanted to know where it would go, and he felt his face heat up at that realization.
His tail flicked in the water, splashing droplets over the edge, and his belly sucked in as she ran her fingers over it.
"Uh..." It was a little difficult to formulate a response and took a couple seconds before he could divorce his mind from what was happening to his body. "Yeah."
Nadia wasn't really sure where someone of his race would like being touched, so she went slow. Sensitive spots were often the same, so she tried some tried and true ones. And the nice part about virgins is you didn't have to do tons of foreplay.
Nibbling lightly on his ear, her fingers slid across his belly more, letting him get used to it, "Good. Because I want to make you feel very good. Such a strong, brave warrior deserves nothing less."
And Nadia was making him feel very good, indeed. Yarra swallowed hard, heart racing and breathing quickening. It was fast becoming difficult to think--and even more difficult to care about that.
The nibble at his ear, the hands sliding along his belly, the sultry voice...it wasn't long before he wasn't thinking much at all. Yarra was anti-social, he was awkward, he didn't normally like being touched--but he was also curious and, despite everything else, he was still just a teenaged boy with needs and desires and a very attractive human female touching him in ways he'd never before been touched. He had no moral objections to sex; he'd just never really found occasion to have it nor trusted anyone long enough for it to happen.
In the end, Nadia won him over.
It had been awkward and he didn't really know what he was doing and he'd had to be careful with both his claws and his tail--but not for too long. When they'd finally made it to the bed and he was inside her, he didn't last a minute. It was too exciting, too new, felt too good, and it was over as soon as it started.
Yarra collapsed next to Nadia so as not to crush her with his weight, panting and boneless, tail hanging over the side of the bed and one arm draped over her belly.
It had been as unsatisfying and awkward as most first times were. She had made sure to fake her own delight, doing her best to subtly coach Yarra through the process, glad he was opening up this well.
Panting, Nadia snuggled closer, happy to encourage the contact and connection with the socially awkward teenager, "You were amazing." Her hands roamed across his body, soothing and arousing again. So many people thought that it was over after one go, but the second time could often last much longer with...over eager clients.
"You are a natural."
Yarra rumbled in pleasure as Nadia's hands roamed his body, feeling a familiar spike of arousal as she did. After their rut he was quite spent--but if she kept that up, he almost felt like that could change.
"Really?" he said, eyes cracking open, before clearing his throat and adding, "Well, of course! It comes with the territory. That was nothing."
As if he needed more coaching to be cocky. But she'd obviously enjoyed it and that had given him an unexpected spike of confidence. Now, if he could just function again...
"Oh yes." Nadia whispered the word against his ear, hands still working their magic along Yarra. There was a trick, to coaxing life back into a male and it meant that Yarra would be able to last much longer this time, able to experience the sex much better. Nadia was good at what she did and she made sure Yarra was kept quite occupied for another hour.
Once again, she curled against him, panting and slick with sweat, "You are amazing Yarra."
Yarra lasted longer that round, thanks to Nadia, and it was even better than the first. Of course, it also meant by the end of it he was exhausted and couldn't have gone another round if he'd tried, feeling boneless and languid. And if Nadia had faked her own enjoyment, Yarra couldn't tell. He was nowhere near refined, awkward and clumsy in bed, but he was eager and at least had a better idea of how things worked that second time.
"I...had no idea," he muttered against her shoulder, panting hard.
He had been much better and Nadia had begone to subtly coach him how to do things that pleased her, but he was still a far cry from getting her off. Like most virgins, he was still wrapped up in his own pleasure, but there would be more time to fix that.
"Really?" Nadia stroked his hair softly, soothing him, "You could have fooled me. Why don't you get some sleep? I know I'm worn out after that." Already he was much more comfortable with her touching him. Sex could do that, a very quick way to show that touch could be very good.
Nadia didn't have to ask him twice. Curling up against her, careful of his claws, he let out a loud yawn.
"That sounds good," he muttered, right before sleep claimed him. He was far too tired, far too wrapped up in the afterglow, to remember to be shy or awkward.
Nadia waited until he was deep asleep before she slipped away to her room, her real room, so she could clean up, then slip back into bed with him, beautiful and refreshed before she shooed him on his way. He would be back, she knew that for a fact. And hopefully, she could teach him to get very good at pleasuring a woman.