Ahhhhhh. She was right. Just listen to that delighted moan - and she squeezes around his fingers, too.

Good. After a bit he starts getting more aggressive with his fingers, in and out of her, rubbing her insides while he sucks on her nipple and, very occasionally, bites it, his tongue playing with it and flicking it.

And the warm arousal in her just keeps getting stronger again and when he finds a certain rhythm "Aaah that was just right please, please keep doing that-"

He does, because he wants to hear her scream again. He switches which nipple he's sucking on and continues doing just that, no faster nor slower, no harder nor softer...

And his wish is granted. Two in a row - she's lost, she's floating, she's high-

-She flops back onto the bed, breathing hard.

He grins and pulls his fingers out of her, dragging himself closer to her body so he can run his left hand through her hair and trail soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Also in this position the tip of his still-hard penis is lightly poking the side of her leg, but, you know, that's not too important right now.

Mmmmmm. Warm and togetherness. She isn't in a position to do much cuddling up yet though, vaguely stunned.

"I knew the real thing would be better. Or I thought it would, anyway. No idea why I didn't do this kinda thing before."

He laughs. "Well, maybe you'll do it more now, mm?"

"Oh, probably. Hadn't thought that far ahead to be honest? But hey, why not?"

"I reckon you should definitely do it more." His dick twitches a bit against her skin.

"Ha. You mean right now? I think I've caught my breath." She turns on her side and kisses (and gropes) him.

He laughs into the kiss but returns it in earnest. "D'you have condoms? I have some in my pants, uh..."

"Uhhh..."

...Well that's a feeling. Not 'it'll feel better this way' or even 'it's inconvenient to find one' but 'it's not right'.

The sexy angels didn't use condoms. She saw some other erogame scenes too and she's fairly sure almost no erogames use condoms. They're practical, real-world, mundane, un-ero. It'd break the magic of the moment.

...But if life is an erogame, it's still a realistic one. The stats screen said so. Maybe if she... Uses some stat points on ERO? The idea is scary. Jumping headlong into this new, crazy reality.

(Jumping headlong into this new, crazy reality has so far been really fun. Even if it's barely been a day.)

"Maybe?" She gets up, uncaring that she's totally naked, and digs through drawers long enough to mutter 'stats' and hit a plus button... Four times, let's say. ERO is now 16.

"-Nnnno. But actually, I think told you earlier, but you were distracted, I actually can't get pregnant. And I'm not worried about diseases." Please accept that... It's more special this way.

"—you're sure?"

"About as sure as anyone can be of anything. Yes."

"Alright, then." And he pulls her back into a kiss.

A skill has been created by a special action! Convincing Norman to have sex without condoms with you has created Just Follow the Fucking Rabbit.

Yay, more kissing! She's all afterglowy and doesn't feel the need to jump on him right this second, though she does press close again.

He, on the other hand, does feel such need, so after some making out he'll roll on top of her and start nibbling on her jawline, down the side of her neck and melting into licking the hollow of her throat. He rocks his hip back and forth, his cock not quite positioned to enter her but rubbing along her skin.

Here it is. The real deal, so to speak. Sweat and muscle and weight and hardness-

She spreads her legs more, moves a bit under him to rub along his cock at the same pace. One hand in his hair, the other rubbing the small of his back, making little pleased noises...

So he pulls back, reaches down to aim with his hand and oof he's much bigger than his fingers, he's thick and pressing against the insides of her body and pushing in...

-It hurts. Not that much (she's plenty wet and that helps), but she's stretching, it's definitely a component of the experience.

But it's also good. Very different, but good. The pleasant pressure and the ability to hold tight to Norm and kiss him make it so she only whimpers a little.

He groans as he slides in, then kisses her passionately, pressing his body against her. He lifts just his hips, and oof drops them on her again, slamming into her.

Aaaah. "It's okay, it's- Oh!" With that slam he hit resistance, and then pushed right through it in a single sharp sting. That first real thrust was about as good as it was painful, even - or especially? - as big as Norm is inside her.

She doesn't bleed. She's not in a position to move much, with Norm's deliciously solid body on top of her, but she can wiggle around a little and do the squeezing thing that her FUK-derived instincts are telling her about as he pulls back. (And kiss him.)

He enters a rhythm, making a throaty sound into the kiss and propping himself up on his hands on top of her. The sweat glistens on his skin as he continues to fuck her, almost as if he didn't care what it felt to her, but that can't be true because he's still kissing her passionately and sometimes moaning in her ear.

Mmm. Whatever his intentions, she's feeling better by the moment. And now she has room to thrust her own hips up at him, matching his pace, and reach down with one hand to rub her clit and let out emphatic moans.

The pain is still there, a little bit, but it's clearly not the important thing right now compared to all the sensations of pressure and thrusting and force and weight and sweat and kissing she's getting lost in.