<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eRBwTzu.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th, 2021, Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training Grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>This certainly was not the outcome he expected.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">I think it's over now...</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>He never expected when he was going to go in for training that... Well, this was going to happen. Then agaib, training today had started being unconventional when he tested Nerissa in that manner, and it only seemed to go downhill from there. The worst of it had involved him deceiving Nerissa in a bad way, and yet somehow... Things had worked out very, very differently from what he had envisioned. He had lashed his tongue against her warm core with a practiced motion that showed he'd been used to this, but he had not expected her hands to roam his form in the slightest...<br/><br/><em>'I'm really... Really doing this with Nerissa? Is... Is she really letting me?'</em> His thoughts struggled to come to terms with the idea that Nerissa potentially liked him as more than a friend... He was glad she shifted just enough to give him some much needed air, taking a few deep breaths just incase she couldn't control herself and sat back down... However, it also gave him a very intimate sense of her scent... It was probably such a bestial thought, and he couldn't believe it was still her... But it was so comforting, relaxing in its own way. He couldn't let himself get too familiar with it, but... At the same time he could feel-<br/><br/><em>'It's been too long, hasn't it...? It's always been impersonal, but...'</em><br/><br/>How much more dangerous could this situation become? They were in the training room, he couldn't tell if others had taken notice or not... But he didn't hear cameras snapping or whispers so he could only hope people either didn't notice, or were noticing and being quite discreet. Feeling her soft, delicate fingers running along his pants... It was a familiar feeling from her, but each time he always found a way to keep her hands from getting too frisky. Many a time she was drunk, simply not in control of her faculties... But now...? She was aware, she had no reason to explain things, no reason to apologize for her behavior... His hips tensed as her fingertips moved and, by the gods, he wished he could feel them directly. He had no boxers on, which meant she was only feeling him through one layer of clothing.<br/><br/>What had started as simply relief became a slow sense of repeating motions to memorize his friend, even if it was through her shorts. However, she surprised him dearly when she scooted forward a bit and pulled the sleeve of her leg up enough to expose it: The warm, quivering core of the vixen, where her scent was strongest, earning a swallowing motion from Albion. She needed this badly, just from how her body reacted, but she seemed hesitant... As if wondering if he would do it. However, with a slightly raised head and bold initiative, he pressed his tongue against the intense warmth and gave slow licks, the most purest taste of Nerissa's essence he would ever get. The tip dragged with exploratory delight, running along her slick, outer lips before dragging along her inner flesh. She would feel his shuddering form as he took in her taste, recognizing it, memorizing it... This was his friend of three years... He'd never known her this intently. <br/><br/>However, he didn't leave it at that, burying his face against her bottom as he breathed gently, digging his tongue against her slit and prodding for that sensitive button that would leave her legs shaking... A feat made a little bit harder to focus on when her hand picked up speed through his trousers and earning her soft gasps against her sex. He tried to keep it quiet, but soft, throaty grunts could be heard quietly muffled between her thighs. Such a simple thing as a handjob, it was nice usually but rarely did it make him feel excited... But this was one from Nerissa, who had never touched him to this degree before. It was so sincere, so innocent, yet fervent and thorough... Imagining those bright eyes looking up at him as her hand moved, his length twitching in her fingertips... His toes curled under constraint in his shoes as he heard her moaning gently.<br/><br/>"S-shhh... Quietly, Neri... You'll get us caught..."  He whispered quietly, pulling back from her slit to speak before diving back in... The way her inner muscles quivered, he could tell it was coming... The problem is, her hand also picked up speed, leaving his brow quirked. "Nnh... Ghh..." Gods, it was... Just too much. With a hunger rarely seen, his face buried against her crotch, tongue plunging into her quim as her muscles seized. She pushed back against him as it couldn't help but hide the smile on his face... For a few seconds before he uttered a quiet cry against her backside as a series of twitched took place in his pants... And his eyes widened. This... This was not the kind of ending he had expected at all... It was going to be awkward until he got back to his room, for sure...<br/><br/><em>'Gods... I just... I just came... From that? ... Nnn, Neri...'</em> <br/><br/>As Nerissa crawled off of him, he looked lost at the ceiling, a look of sheer mind-blowing bliss on his face, a smile that perhaps Nerissa had never seem before until now... She crawled against his side as he sat up, looking at her form and watching as she helped remove the padding from his hands, his fingers twitching gently... Then she asked for him to hold her, with a tone of hesitancy. Was she afraid... Afraid of what she would say? Maybe she dreaded those two words... Not here.<br/><br/>Slowly, his hands reached forward, fingertips brushing through her hair as he wordlessly smiled, moving behind her head to hold her in assurance, his other arm traveling forward and pulling her against him. His head leaned against hers, nuzzling gently as he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap for comfort. He'd long since forgotten precisely where they were... Or maybe he didn't care. She needed the comfort more than anything... Still, when he finally could speak...<br/><br/>"I... Er... Y-you taste good..." He admitted quietly, barely restraining a chuckle. <br/></div></div>