Nell walks up next to Fenrir and looks down at him, her face bright red and her eyes struggling to look directly at him.

The man that she loves is lying down on the ground, in the middle of a forest, half of his clothes off, and beckoning her to come and sit down on his face. Regardless of how bizarre her fetishes may be, when it comes to actual sex, all she has ever done is kiss and touch Fenrir’s erection in real life over his clothes.

“H-hey now, I’m going to start feeling embarrassed myself if you don’t hurry up,” Fenrir says.

Nell whimpers and looks around. Can they be sure they won’t be interrupted? What if the rest of the group finds them? What if some random players come across them? What if a wild, lustful monster discovers them?!

She gets more excited.

“Are – are you sure, my hero?” Nell asks, fidgeting with her fingers.

“I’ve never done it before, so I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I am sure,” Fenrir answers.

Nell takes a deep breath, steps closer, and crouches down next to him. Rather than sit upon his face as he told her to, she lifts one leg over his chest so that she is straddling it instead of his head.

“My tongue isn’t long enough to reach if you sit there,” Fenrir teases.

“I am working on it! Such an impatient man. This – this sort of thing requires patience,” Nell explains, scooting another inch up his chest.

“You being so slow makes me want to say something that I know would embarrass you.” Since she’s not wearing her clothes and is sitting on top of his bare chest, he can feel just how hot and wet her sex is as she essentially grinds it up along him as she moves closer to his face.

“Telling me that you could say something embarrassing informs me that you are thinking of something embarrassing, and that is just as bad as actually saying it!” Nell whines.

“Sorry, sorry. I won’t say or think of anything, my princess.”

Nell crosses her arms and pouts before moving up just underneath his neck. “I – I did not think my first time would be in such a way. I cannot believe that I am actually going to do this.”

“I guess facesitting is a pretty unique way of having your first sexual experience, but it’s probably less intense than having regular sex in the middle of a forest. I would offer that we wait until we’ve got some privacy in a more normal environment, but I don’t think that’s going to be for a while.”

“I – I know. Are… are you ready?” she asks.

“You know I am. Are you asking yourself that?”

“I… might be. Okay!” Nell lifts her hips up to move over his face and freezes. She has no idea what she’s supposed to do now. Does she just lower herself until she’s sitting on him? Where is she supposed to sit? Does she sit near his chin, on his mouth, or somewhere else?

Fortunately for the inexperienced Nell, the almost-just-as-inexperienced Fenrir grabs her by her hips to help guide her down against his mouth.

Nell moans and covers her face when she feels his mouth come into contact with her lower lips. She then discovers that he not only has the ears, tail, and sometimes personality of a wolf, but he has a tongue similar to one as well. His tongue is slightly wider than an average human’s, but more importantly than that, it is longer and more flexible.

Fenrir’s tongue is more than capable of running its hot, wet length from the bottom of her vulva up toward the top of it without even having to move his head. He applies enough force to rub it up between her labia until he reaches her clit where he ends up focusing his efforts. This is his first time ever going down on a girl – or, technically, having a girl come down onto him, but he knows enough from his time on the internet that girls’ clits feel good. He also knows how to find them which is more than most twenty-somethings with hardly any sexual experience.

Especially twenty-somethings with hardly any sexual experience who also are probably more interested in anime and hentai than they should be.

Fortunately for Nell, her boyfriend has done at least a little bit of research even if said research involves questionable sources.

“Fe-Fenrir,” Nell moans, leaning over his head and letting her hands run through his hair.

The more she moans, the more Fenrir focuses on her clit. He knows to continue doing whatever he’s doing when she moans, so if he gets the most moans from her when he is rubbing his tongue against her clit and occasionally sucking on it, that is what he will continue doing.

After only a minute of this, he feels Nell’s thighs tightly squeeze around his head to the point where he is reminded of those videos he’s seen online of girls crushing watermelons between their thighs.

Nell arches her back and, after taking her hands away from his head to cover her face, lets out a loud moan.

“Haah… I – I can’t believe I – so quickly…” Nell says between heavy breaths.

Fenrir pulls head away just enough to look up at her face and to talk without being muffled. “What? Did you cum already?” he asks.

Nell, with her face still covered, nods her head.

Knowing that she already came just from him hardly doing anything makes him want to make her orgasm even more.

Fenrir returns his mouth and tongue to her clit. His actions are much faster and more forceful than they were just a few seconds ago, and it does not take long for Nell to start moaning and shaking while atop him.

“I – Fen, I – I already, nngh, I’m still—!” Nell moans just before her hips start crazily shaking on top of him once more. She may have been trying to warn him to stop, but Fenrir doesn’t get that message as thighs grip his head as tightly as they can as if never wanting him to stop.

He figures that was her second orgasm. As soon as she’s calmed down and relaxed her thighs a bit, he slightly repositions his mouth to get into the perfect angle for what he is about to do next. With his tongue having found where her entrance is, his mouth rests directly in front of it so that he can push his tongue as deep into her as it can go.

One of his hands stays resting on her rear while his other hand reaches around to the front to give her clit some attention with a couple of his fingers now that his tongue isn’t. Between his tongue spreading her tight passage and licking all over between her inner walls, his fingers rapidly rub her clit from side-to-side.

Nell’s moans turn from incomprehensible words into his name over and over and over again as she gets closer and closer to her third climax.

All of this stimulation is too much for her to handle. Whether she realizes it or not, she presses her crotch down against his face even harder now which only adds to her pleasure.

It also adds to Fenrir realizing that he can’t breathe. With her thighs locking his head into position and her suffocating him with her crotch, there is no room for breathing. He has to hurry up and make her cum again so that he can pull back and get some fresh air.

His fingers treat her clit even more roughly while he tongue-fucks her to the best of his capability.

As inexperienced and sloppy as his actions may be most of the time, he’s able to make her cum for a third time which results in her getting almost his entire face soaked in her arousal.

“Fen—Ryo-Ryouta,” Nell moans. “I love you, I – I love you, haah…” She feels him tapping on her thighs and looks down at him. “What is the matter?” she asks, sounding exhausted and lazy.

Fenrir points at his mouth which is still held tightly against her crotch by her thighs.

It takes Nell a few moments to realize what he’s trying to convey.

“A-ah! I’m sorry!” Nell panics, releasing his head from her thighs and sliding back down onto his chest.

Fenrir takes heavy breaths as soon as he’s freed.

“Good thing this is just a game. I was beginning to think I was going to suffocate there,” Fenrir says. His tongue then slips out from his lips and licks up the arousal over his mouth.

“What – what are you doing, my hero?! Don’t – you should not be doing that!” Nell shouts, her face somehow turning the reddest that it has yet.

“What? This?” he asks, cleaning some more of the area around his mouth with his tongue. “I just had my tongue inside of you. I drank plenty of you already.”

Nell’s eyes go wide. If she wasn’t embarrassed before, she is now. Even her horns are starting to turn red!

“Besides, you taste g—”

Nell covers his mouth with her hands. “I – I forbid you from saying anything else!” she declares.

Fenrir pushes her hands away, pulls her head down to his own, and kisses her.

She seems calmed down after he breaks off the kiss. “See? You taste good,” he says.

Whatever calmness the kiss inspired gets replaced by embarrassed panic once more.