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She's nervous. It is abundantly clear that she's nervous, which is exactly as clear as the fact that that she really doesn't want to be nervous and that despite those nerves she really wants to do this. She wants to stop being scared of doing something wrong and somehow ruining things.

And the only way out is through.

She still doesn't need to be told twice. She comes closer, properly; situated comfortably close enough to not have to reach out far to her.

"I— tell me how to start?" A little under an hour to explore, to try things, things she's thought about, yes, but—

She just needs something to cut through the nerves.

Another languid stretch. Erin's not as relaxed as she's playing at - her tiny heart thunders in her chest, and her cheeks have a pale pinkness to them from anticipation and from her fear that she'll somehow chicken out - but the appearance of being at ease is important. She trusts Honoria, and loves her, and she wants this very much.

"You notice how much time I spend teasing you before I ever think about slipping something inside? Being worked up helps, not just for the obvious reason but because it helps a lass relax, get into it, and be ready. I hesitate to make specific suggestions because I want to see and feel your naughty thoughts...but if you've got something to mind that doesn't involve going right for the goods? Good place to begin."

Erin is, you see, also full of fantasies.

Crabb swallows, and nods. Part of her almost wants an order. The rest of her knows she needs to figure out how the Hell to relax in times like these on her own because she knows that their issues reflect back and forth, sometimes—remembers what they've said about daring themselves to go further, how it used to be with even just kisses.

She breathes and finally reaches out to touch, even if for now it's just fingers brushing along her tiny torso. No just sitting there doing nothing as she tries to wrangle her nerves into picking a damn thought and going with it.

"Mmm, that's nice," Erin purrs softly. "If it helps, my fierce flower, you're my first like this. Anne liked to be my underwear sometimes but that's about it."

That gets a raised brow, though Crabb doesn't dare risk asking and getting distracted, more details about other people won't help just now. The purr in her voice, the reassurance, it helps, even if it can't override the nerves entirely. She'll get there. She'll relax. It's just— new.

It's new and she's on a time limit and the threat honestly matters less to her than not wanting to fail at pleasuring Erin and—

Erin will probably catch her curse quietly at herself before the fingers drift up her chest, over her breast.

There's the tiniest adorable little gasp of pleasure. Erin pushes her chest up against Crabb's finger, face reddening.

"Oh fuck that's good, Honoria. You can get them both at the same time, mmmfff..."

That cracks the nerves probably far too obvious on her face until they slip away into an equally pleased and amused little smile, instead. Shifts her hand so she's comfortably able to knead lightly at both breasts. Straddling a line between familiar and not, between what little she's been able to touch Erin before and the novelty of her size, right now.

"Mm. Like that?"

We're sorry, your answer in words is unavailable. Please leave a message after this strangled sound of bliss. To replay this message, squish Erin's sensitive tits again.

Now that is a nice noise to get out of her... Crabb hums a pleased little hum, still with just a hint of amusement now aimed at Erin being unable to answer, and gets just a little bolder, kneading and playing as she's able with a firmer touch.

Erin can still get louder. Her legs press together and she can't quite stop herself from writhing in bliss; her tiny hands clutch at Honoria's fingers for support.

"F-fuck, fuck, mmmf - oh shit you're gonna feel so good licking me I can tell already -"

Erin bites her lover's finger and moans into it to shut herself up. It's Crabb's fantasies right now, no hints!

She did catch that, on account of having functional ears, but for now it's simply filed away, not immediately acted upon. God she's vocal, it really does help that Erin makes it so clear that she's enjoying herself.

"Mm. Still sharp."

Her and her teeth. Crabb plays and kneads and fondles for a little longer without doing anything else, just indulging in Erin's noises and squirming and grasping hands. It takes that while to get her nerve up to try scooping her up from her towel throne too.

Erin wriggles delightfully in Honoria's hand, legs parting slightly in anticipation. She looks up at her girlfriend with an expression of total trust.

Well. Not total. There's lust there too.

Nerves, nerves, nerves— Erin trusts her and she wants this and Crabb is still so nervous but—

Just a kiss, first, pressed to Erin's stomach, with a little nuzzle to follow. Keeping her supported, still toying lightly with her breasts, just— building nerve, to then let her tongue brush over her torso, for now.

Erin giggles, writhing in place, unmistakably ticklish at this size. Her little hands flail against Honoria's palm.

Then the licking starts.

A shudder passes through Erin, followed by a long and high moan. Oh she likes that.

And so Crabb tries to get bolder, tongue flicking over a breast, not exactly teasing but not exactly not teasing, either. Fondles and plays almost like she's still just using her fingers before drifting lower, again, over her stomach to her thighs... letting Erin's noises carry her, wanting to hear more.

"C-Crabb - fffuck - Crabb -"

Erin's little legs spread wider as her lover's touch gets lower, her breathing hard and fast; her little chest rises and falls rapidly, and every exhale comes with a delicious sound. "Honoria it's so good, it's almost like a m-massage too, oh fuck wreck me, love fucking wreck me -"

Crabb's face— no, not just her face, she as a whole feels impossibly warm, right now, the sounds and signs of Erin's pleasure washing over her, making her squirm a little where she's sat.

There's still uncertainty, but she's never one to deny Erin asking for something, so, tentatively, she drags her tongue between those spreading legs. Doesn't linger, it draws back up over her chest first, but... testing waters.

Erin tries, in vain, to close her legs around Honoria's tongue, and only succeeds in getting her thighs wet with saliva. She whines, until that tongue caresses her breasts, drawing out another gasp.

"T-taste good?" There's no energy behind the tease; Erin wants more too much to bully properly.

If her face could get darker, it would. She casts a glance at Erin's face, eyes full of amusement, fluster and want; that and a low, acknowledging noise are all the response she gives with her tongue still otherwise occupied.

Further emboldened, it slides back down between her legs, primary focus shifting with it.

Erin's legs close again, squeezing around Honoria's tongue, warm and insistent. A vague thought rolls through her head, and she tries several times to vocalize it; the words only come out as needy whines.

Finally: "Wh-when I'm bigger I-I gotta show you how to t-treat my clit, it's t-too small - ffffuck -"

Down in Honoria's palm Erin's toes curl. Is it the novelty? Is it that it's been a dog's age since she let someone touch her instead of touching herself?

Either way, she's so close.

There's a moment where Crabb considers trying something more, adding something new, but that moment slips away as she gets caught up in Erin's noises and reactions and the taste of her and all those little things. A finger strays back to knead at a breast at the same time, but it's that tongue that continues to give Erin most of the attention.

Erin's voice rises to a fever pitch. She's always been loud, but at her size it's more like a squeak when she cums, flooding Honoria's tongue and spasming in her hand in absolute bliss. She gulps down air, little chest rising and falling, unable to form words.

Her tongue withdraws slowly back to her mouth and she swallows the taste of her, then unconsciously licks her lips. There's a flood of not just arousal from the experience, from everything about how Erin reacted, but also a little bit of pride that she actually did get her there.

She doesn't put Erin down, but she does shift how she's holding her a bit for comfort.

"—y'good there, petal?"

Erin wants to make a joke, and she can't. After the third attempt to find the air for it she raises a miniature thumbs-up and flops back hard, sucking in air.

After a long moment: "Y-you've still got t-time, if you had other ideas in mind. Holy shit I needed that..."

"Got time, maybe, but you barely sound like you got the breath." There's amusement in her voice, but also a little of that pride, soft and fond as it is. What's running through her head could be easily summed up as holy shit I did that, right now.

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Sorry to shitpost in the smut thread but I am compelled

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