Such a flushed face she had, and she was certain this wasn't even the beginning. Even if she got tired of taking these guys down time and time again and thought she knew them, this was a whole different scenerio. Her eyes seemed to be going a little fluttered, dealing with feelings she didn't think existed.
She could feel him sitting on both sides of her, his other hand going above her. Her eyes were glue to it for a moment, before feeling him explore her breast even more. This was when she began to actually moan; she couldn't hold back all of these feelings for long, but even so it felt...oddly good. He knew what he was doing; that much was obvious.
Another sharp moan was executed, feeling him push against her. This was almost unbearable, even at this early point; she felt warmth coursing through her, causing her to shiver under everything he did. Her eyes closed tightly, holding back some of the new emotions; perhaps a bit of wanting at this. Not like she didn't in the first place, but she didn't want him getting any big ego from all of this.
"You...certainly know what you're doing...nnnngh..." Was all she said to him, words coming out shaky and breathy.
That moan sent a shiver of pleasure straight down his spine. It was the first noise of pleasure she'd made - finally, he thought absently. It wasn't as though he'd been trying to earn a reaction from her (he easily could have gotten one earlier) - it was that he was taking it slow. Very slow. Agonizingly slow. But it was a pace that she would be more comfortable with. And though he didn't particularly like what she had done, he didn't hate her as a person and owed her at least that much.
"O-of course," There was a slight hitch in Archer's voice, the only indication that he was affected. "Just... follow my lead." Another slow, dry thrust and Archer shifted his attention to her other breast.
It probably wouldn't be the last either; Kagura was unsure what was going through her mind right now, but it was already fairly fuzzy. She wasn't sure what was going on with her body, but it seemed to be liking where ever this may lead. This was what confused Kagura so much; and here she thought it was going to hurt.
Hearing him speak again, Kagura gave a silent nod; her eyes openning back up half-way to look at Archer. Follow his lead...well, she wasn't well inversed in what the hell to do, but she figured she'd go on instinct. Feeling the next thrust send another bit of shivering down her spine; another moan was released. As her other breast was getting attention, she figured she'd try...'following his lead'. Attempting a thrust of her own; it was then she realised she was getting herself wet. ...Which confused her, but somehow she figured it was part of the whole thing. She'd look to Archer for confirmation.
Though he has requested that she try to keep up, Archer hadn't actually expected her to listen. So when she thrust back against him, he couldn't stifle the moan of sheer pleasure, or the expression the flickered across his face. He only realized just how much of a response she had gotten out of him when he realized his head had tipped back and eyes shut of their own accord. He would have been embarassed at the lack of self-control had the situation been any different.
As it was, Archer couldn't be bothered by such momentary weakness. In fact, he couldn't be bothered to wait any longer at all. He released her breast and moved a hand down to slide down below her shorts, exploring her curiously. She was already wet - good. He wasted no further time in prompting her to remove her own shorts with a sharp tug, and proceeded to undo his own pants with equal zeal.
She honestly didn't know what she was doing here; it felt pleasuring, but to see him have that moment of weakness was a bit of a sign she knew exactly what she was doing. It comforted her in her mind, but the hand down near her womanhood was enough to get her back where she belonged in the nervous spot. Another sharp moan could be heard; she even twitched just a bit in pleasure.
The sharp tug removed her shorts handily, causing her to flinch. It seemed as if she struck something inside of him, and may have set this into full motion. Her eyes closed; she was awaiting what could possibly be quite painful, and rather agonising.
She had struck something in him alright - something he wasn't eager to admit existed. Archer's remaining clothes were tossed aside quickly, though Kagura's tight bike shorts gave him a bit of trouble. His tight grip on his expressions had loosened now, and a momentary look of frustration crossed his features, only to be replaced by a pleased smirk as he finally got the shorts off. That only left her panties.
Again he moved a finger to her opening, examining without actually seeing. Tight. Very tight. That was going to feel amazing, assuming she could withstand a little pain. Or would it be a lot? Archer didn't know - didn't care either - and instead removed her panties easily.
There was something to be said about that moment - where both Rocket Executive and heroic Pokemon trainer were equally nude, feeling equally awkward about the situation, but equally aroused enough not to care. He ground against her again - hard, but not entering just yet - expecting to hear another thrilling moan of pleasure.
Kagura had to wonder exactly what she'd gotten herself into here, half wondering if she wanted to know, and half wondering if...in all honesty? She wasn't sure she cared. She had attained a somewhat fatalistic look on life, that had been strengthened by the project. She simply allowed fate to ride it's course, however painful it may end up being.
When he finally got her bike shorts off, her heart began to beat just that much faster; though when he moved a finger into her, she let out another gasp. She didn't exactly know how...anything would fit into it, if his finger was enough to make her shiver. Or was that to be expected?
Yet again, all thoughts ceased when he ground against her once again; harder than before, and without the constraight of clothing. He'd get that moan, all right; and a loud one it was. She could already feel her hands go for the bed, ready to grip onto the sheets.
Her moan was expected, yet it still managed to send that thrill down his spine again. From their proximity, it was easy to tell that she was flustered - perhaps scared, even - but he was certain that she would enjoy it soon enough. He couldn't hold off and wait any longer anyway.
Archer was careful, inserting a second finger and carefully scissoring them inside her. She needed to be further opened so as to avoid the pain. He didn't want to hurt her, after all - but waiting much longer was no longer a feasible possibility.
Her mind was running at so many miles per hour, it wasn't even funny. Shivers were sent down her spine, as she could feel the other finger going inside of her. Openning her up; did this man actually have a consense? ...If so, she was quite thankful.
Still, her hands gripped onto the bedsheets; she knew that being prepared was probably the only course of action that could be taken right about now. Preparation.
Conscience? Not quite. A bad experience? Yes. Archer wasn't evil - no one in Team Rocket was really evil - he was human. Like everyone else he had his bad traits and his good traits. The good ones seemed to manifest themselves in the bedroom, thankfully.
That didn't mean he could be patient for much longer. His finger slipped out and he carefully positioned himself above her. Okay; she was ready. There would be pain, but she could take it. Had there been a chance to go back before now, then they had reached the point of no return. He slid himself in.
God was it tight. Archer wasn't a religious man, but the expression was so common it was difficult not to apply. Again his head dipped back in the sheer ecstacy that came with that tight heat. His eyes opened again (when had they shut?) and he glanced down at her. Kagura's hands were knotted in the covers, and Archer absently pulled one away to pin by the headboard. The sense of control the action gave him was certainly something he needed. He waited - as much as it killed him - for her to adjust before slowly moving.
Feeling his fingers go out of him, Kagura's mind knew that things were going to get much different now. One of Kagura's eyes openned to see Archer going above her, before closing them again. Her hands were practically dug into the sheets, but nothing could prepare her for what was coming next.
"A-ahhhh...!" There was a small cry out that steadily got louder as he got himself in, her body shivering and shaking all over. A single tear from the pain fell down; she was thankful Archer gave her a few moments to adjust, before feeling him move slowly. Her breathing was shaky as he went in and out of her, small moans mixing in from time to time. It was hurting, don't get her wrong; but her mind seemed to tell that she would get used to it.
The biggest difference between Proton and himself - the difference that made him civilized and Proton a monster - was that he wasn't sadistic. He didn't hurt others for his own pleasure. Still, it was impossible for him to deny that her agonized shriek sent a white-hot heat straight down his spine. It was a sick perversion to even think like that - and yet here he was aroused by it. Maybe he had spent too much time around Proton.
But he wasn't thinking about that - not at the moment. He wasn't really thinking at all anymore. Archer was relying on previous experience and intuition rather than the cold, hard logic that usually dictated his actions. Once he was sure she could take it - or more of it, at least - he pushed in fully. The rhythm was slow at first, with Archer never pulling all the way out to ease the pain - at least, he thought it would help some.
Not that she'd know; she didn't know much about Archer himself, much less any of the executives. She couldn't even begin to fathom the thoughts going through her mind right now. Still, the feeling of him pushing himself all the way into her caused another, much more pronounced moan escape her. Her back arched, hands clenched to the bed like it was for dear life.
Though, the rhythm of going in and out was causing her to let out more pained moans, but...soon things were getting to a much more different feeling. She was heated and sweating a little; the rhythm was beginning to get less painful, but she knew this was only because Archer was holding back. Her hands unclenched from the bed just a bit, as her pained moans became...much more pleasent sounding.
She was vocal - those moans were almost haunting coming from here - while he was silent. The two couldn't have made an odder duo. Perhaps that was what was so wonderful about it. Archer always had been interested in those with more fight in them.
For a moment he wondered if things would once again go south - her moans still sounded agonized, and he hadn't heard any sounds of pleasure from her yet - but her hands finally released the covers the slightest bit, and he finally received a pleasant-sounding moan. It earned a soft gasp from the stoic Executive, who ducked his head lower, shoulders twitching slightly in what could have been a laugh had he been anyone else.
"Good," He finally reassured her. The word was missing the air of indifference it would usually carry, and Archer's emotionless facade had long since disappeared. It wouldn't do to have her think she was boring him, now would it? No - even though Archer did hate letting down that facade for any reason.
It was a little bit of an odd reaction in the first place; considering the circumstances. Though, the pain went down surprisingly quick the more that time went on. It was...an unusual feeling. Kagura's face was eginning to become flushed once again, and her hands no longer gripped the bed as time went on.
His words, and perhaps his reaction were the one thing that may have come close to shocking Kagura. She seemed almost...pleased to have finally seen him let down his emotionless guard. It was odd...but Kagura found herself pleased.
It was a good sign that she wasn't strill gripping the bedsheets in that death-grip. She was beginning to flush again, and it looked like she was beginning to enjoy it. Archer continued to thrust into her, moving a hand to take one of Kagura's and encourage her to hold onto him rather than the bed. If he was allowed to touch her, then she certainly was allowed the same.
Archer was always about precision. Everything he did was precise and planned out in advance. Nothing was ever anything but perfect. The fact that he shed that facade, allowed each and every thrust to exist on its own without some kind of precise rhythm or deep thought in it... well, it was a side of him that wasn't openly seen.
She could feel him sitting on both sides of her, his other hand going above her. Her eyes were glue to it for a moment, before feeling him explore her breast even more. This was when she began to actually moan; she couldn't hold back all of these feelings for long, but even so it felt...oddly good. He knew what he was doing; that much was obvious.
Another sharp moan was executed, feeling him push against her. This was almost unbearable, even at this early point; she felt warmth coursing through her, causing her to shiver under everything he did. Her eyes closed tightly, holding back some of the new emotions; perhaps a bit of wanting at this. Not like she didn't in the first place, but she didn't want him getting any big ego from all of this.
"You...certainly know what you're doing...nnnngh..." Was all she said to him, words coming out shaky and breathy.
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"O-of course," There was a slight hitch in Archer's voice, the only indication that he was affected. "Just... follow my lead." Another slow, dry thrust and Archer shifted his attention to her other breast.
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Hearing him speak again, Kagura gave a silent nod; her eyes openning back up half-way to look at Archer. Follow his lead...well, she wasn't well inversed in what the hell to do, but she figured she'd go on instinct. Feeling the next thrust send another bit of shivering down her spine; another moan was released. As her other breast was getting attention, she figured she'd try...'following his lead'. Attempting a thrust of her own; it was then she realised she was getting herself wet. ...Which confused her, but somehow she figured it was part of the whole thing. She'd look to Archer for confirmation.
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As it was, Archer couldn't be bothered by such momentary weakness. In fact, he couldn't be bothered to wait any longer at all. He released her breast and moved a hand down to slide down below her shorts, exploring her curiously. She was already wet - good. He wasted no further time in prompting her to remove her own shorts with a sharp tug, and proceeded to undo his own pants with equal zeal.
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The sharp tug removed her shorts handily, causing her to flinch. It seemed as if she struck something inside of him, and may have set this into full motion. Her eyes closed; she was awaiting what could possibly be quite painful, and rather agonising.
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Again he moved a finger to her opening, examining without actually seeing. Tight. Very tight. That was going to feel amazing, assuming she could withstand a little pain. Or would it be a lot? Archer didn't know - didn't care either - and instead removed her panties easily.
There was something to be said about that moment - where both Rocket Executive and heroic Pokemon trainer were equally nude, feeling equally awkward about the situation, but equally aroused enough not to care. He ground against her again - hard, but not entering just yet - expecting to hear another thrilling moan of pleasure.
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When he finally got her bike shorts off, her heart began to beat just that much faster; though when he moved a finger into her, she let out another gasp. She didn't exactly know how...anything would fit into it, if his finger was enough to make her shiver. Or was that to be expected?
Yet again, all thoughts ceased when he ground against her once again; harder than before, and without the constraight of clothing. He'd get that moan, all right; and a loud one it was. She could already feel her hands go for the bed, ready to grip onto the sheets.
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Archer was careful, inserting a second finger and carefully scissoring them inside her. She needed to be further opened so as to avoid the pain. He didn't want to hurt her, after all - but waiting much longer was no longer a feasible possibility.
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Still, her hands gripped onto the bedsheets; she knew that being prepared was probably the only course of action that could be taken right about now. Preparation.
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That didn't mean he could be patient for much longer. His finger slipped out and he carefully positioned himself above her. Okay; she was ready. There would be pain, but she could take it. Had there been a chance to go back before now, then they had reached the point of no return. He slid himself in.
God was it tight. Archer wasn't a religious man, but the expression was so common it was difficult not to apply. Again his head dipped back in the sheer ecstacy that came with that tight heat. His eyes opened again (when had they shut?) and he glanced down at her. Kagura's hands were knotted in the covers, and Archer absently pulled one away to pin by the headboard. The sense of control the action gave him was certainly something he needed. He waited - as much as it killed him - for her to adjust before slowly moving.
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"A-ahhhh...!" There was a small cry out that steadily got louder as he got himself in, her body shivering and shaking all over. A single tear from the pain fell down; she was thankful Archer gave her a few moments to adjust, before feeling him move slowly. Her breathing was shaky as he went in and out of her, small moans mixing in from time to time. It was hurting, don't get her wrong; but her mind seemed to tell that she would get used to it.
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But he wasn't thinking about that - not at the moment. He wasn't really thinking at all anymore. Archer was relying on previous experience and intuition rather than the cold, hard logic that usually dictated his actions. Once he was sure she could take it - or more of it, at least - he pushed in fully. The rhythm was slow at first, with Archer never pulling all the way out to ease the pain - at least, he thought it would help some.
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Though, the rhythm of going in and out was causing her to let out more pained moans, but...soon things were getting to a much more different feeling. She was heated and sweating a little; the rhythm was beginning to get less painful, but she knew this was only because Archer was holding back. Her hands unclenched from the bed just a bit, as her pained moans became...much more pleasent sounding.
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For a moment he wondered if things would once again go south - her moans still sounded agonized, and he hadn't heard any sounds of pleasure from her yet - but her hands finally released the covers the slightest bit, and he finally received a pleasant-sounding moan. It earned a soft gasp from the stoic Executive, who ducked his head lower, shoulders twitching slightly in what could have been a laugh had he been anyone else.
"Good," He finally reassured her. The word was missing the air of indifference it would usually carry, and Archer's emotionless facade had long since disappeared. It wouldn't do to have her think she was boring him, now would it? No - even though Archer did hate letting down that facade for any reason.
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His words, and perhaps his reaction were the one thing that may have come close to shocking Kagura. She seemed almost...pleased to have finally seen him let down his emotionless guard. It was odd...but Kagura found herself pleased.
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Archer was always about precision. Everything he did was precise and planned out in advance. Nothing was ever anything but perfect. The fact that he shed that facade, allowed each and every thrust to exist on its own without some kind of precise rhythm or deep thought in it... well, it was a side of him that wasn't openly seen.
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