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~The Arcana: Muriel X Listener NSFW: First Time~ {Patreon Exclusive}
🕑 Added 2023-02-28 07:25:48 +0000 UTC
Your first time with Muriel is absolutely a special one.
Contains: Fanfic Style Audio, First Time, Fingering, Size Kink, Bareback Sex, Creampie
This goes with the Valentine's Day Theme because it's sharing an aspect of physical love with one another, and because I say so lol. I really liked the idea of doing a fanfic style audio where it's more introspective from the listener's point of view if that makes sense? I know there's not a lot of actual Muriel lines that I've voiced here, but I wanted to try it in a slightly different style, so I hope you all enjoy!
~Audio Transcript Below~
Ever since you had lost portions of your memory, you had become rather comfortable with inexperience. A lot of life recently has felt like learning all over again, so moments of anxiety over something you might have forgotten have grown fewer and farther between. You try to approach these moments with cautious optimism, knowing that the opposite would be far more terrifying than anything.
It doesn't mean that there aren't moments of anxiousness in your life, especially as you grew closer to those around you. Asra, Julian, Portia, Nadia, and.....Muriel.
Oh Muriel. Anxiousness had suffused the both of you until it had finally dawned on you that you loved one another. The careful dance between you of longing and waiting finally broke upon your first kiss, and the anxiousness of being wrong, of thinking that perhaps he was humoring you, lessened with every kiss.
It had felt like a lifetime, but in actuality was only a few months, and the more Muriel opened up, the more you felt yourself doing so as well. It was a wonderful thing, to see this actually incredibly shy man become more comfortable with you, accepting and giving affection without shutting down. It broke your heart to know that he worried that he was going to hurt you, whether physically or emotionally. But you knew, perhaps have always known, that if it ever did happen, it wouldn't be out of malice.
The evolution of your relationship was slow, as you were trying to save Vesuvia in the process, but now that things have calmed down, you’ve found that you’ve been considering him in a new light that previously were simply idle thoughts overtaken by more pressing matters. However recently, those thoughts have begun to linger, and now, you ache to make them a reality.
You want to have sex with Muriel.
You don’t remember whether or not you’ve had sex before, but at this point, it doesn’t really matter all that much to you. You’ve experienced so many new things with Muriel, that adding this to the list—considering your growing relationship—feels appropriate. You want to share this with Muriel. As long as he’s willing of course.
And of course he’s willing. You figure he would do just about anything to make you happy, but the idea of him wanting to have sex with you simply because you want to turns your stomach a little. You tell him so, and he takes your hands in his, something that was so difficult for him for so long. Was it truly that long ago that he was afraid to touch you, lest he soil you? You find the thought rather amusing, but keep it to yourself as he replies, sincerity and affection shining in those beautiful eyes of his. “I have wanted you for as long as I’ve known what want is. For so long, I simply allowed myself to be, doing as I thought I should, instead of what I wanted. I was afraid, truly afraid……yet you and I are still here, still together……the gods did not take either one of us from each other.”
You open your mouth to gently joke to him about where this is all going, so touched you are by his words that you can only really respond with a joke to not allow tears to form in your own eyes. Yet he presses on, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “I agree to lying with you not only because it is what you desire……but what I desire as well…..”
Smiling, you reply. “So you want to.”
“Yes.”
You press your body closer to his, and don’t fail to miss the blushing in his cheeks as you do. “I want to hear you say it,” you say, hushed, words only for the both of you. “Please.”
Muriel swallows, takes a fortifying breath, and makes eye contact with you once more, something that again strikes you. It was so hard for him before. His growth causes you to smile.
“I want to make love to you.”
Make love. Yes. Yes, that's exactly what it will be.
You can’t help but stand on your tiptoes to attempt to press a kiss to his lips. A small private smile graces his mouth before he leans to meet you in the kiss halfway. The slide of his lips against your own causes a spark within your gut.
Yes. Making love. You’re finally going to make love with Muriel.
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It’s so incredibly charming to see Muriel rather hurriedly lead you to his bed, the furs looking extra soft in the firelight. It was honestly ridiculous to think that he would simply go along with your wishes without considering his own. It was foolish to think that he didn’t want you in this way either, and that thought causes a bright smile to catch your lips.
“I love you,” you say once you’ve settled on the bed, the furs just as soft as you thought. The shyness of the large man returns for a moment, flushing his cheeks and causing him to look away for a moment. It’s rather cute, and your smile widens. You lean forward to kiss his cheek and capture his attention again. You just couldn’t help it, expressing how much you care for him.
“I love you too,” he replies softly, turning his face so that your mouths can catch again, and this time, you feel the weight of his tongue pressing against your mouth, asking for more.
How could you refuse? You could deny Muriel nothing. You find your thoughts floating, any concerns far from your mind as yours and Muriel’s tongues press together in an imitation of a dance, moving together to find what feels the best.
When the two of you finally pull away to catch your breath, you open your eyes, unaware as to when you had closed them. You find yourself with your back against the furs, Muriel hovering over you with a look of pure desire radiating from that handsome face.
Unable to help yourself, you reach up and cup his cheek. Without a second thought, he leans into it, and presses a kiss into it. “In moments like these,” he murmurs. “I feel as though I do not deserve your love.”
“Nonsense,” you reply quickly, turning his head so that you may make eye contact once more. “You are more than worthy of every bit of love I have in my body. If I could give you more, know that I would.”
He blinks, and even as tears gather in his eyes and his face crumples slightly, you can’t help but find him beautiful. You hush him softly, reaching up with your other hand to pull his face down to kiss at his cheeks as the tears begin to fall.
“I love you,” he sobs softly.
“And I you,” you assure just as gently, smiling, trying to convey every ounce of love you can so that he may understand.
He shudders. “I swear to you that for the rest of my days I will do all that I can to make you feel as you’ve made me feel. I never want you to question how I feel for you.”
“I don’t” you assure him fervently between kisses. You wish with all your soul that you could banish the insecurities of his mind that tells him that he isn’t worthy, or that he has to prove that he’s worthy of loving, but you realize with a sort of comforting clarity, that you hopefully get to spend the rest of your days with him doing exactly that. You pull away just enough that your lips brush together as you say. “Let us celebrate it together.”
The first grind of his hips against yours causes a rough shudder between you, and the sudden well of desire that springs forth from that motion almost makes you want to literally tear both of your clothes off, damn the consequences. But instead, you grind your hips back against his, dizzy already at the sound that comes out of him as a result, and pant against his mouth. “Please…..let’s undress.”
He grunts and nods in agreement, and grinds against you once more before shifting off of you, as if he can’t help it, and that idea makes you moan softly, the heat low in your belly reminding you once again just how much you want him.
Undressing is a rather quick affair between the two of you, Muriel not wearing much across his torso to begin with, and he chuckles at you as you fervently whip your clothes off and toss them away without much of a care. It causes you to laugh as well, and the bloom of affection in your chest as you kiss one another once more can’t be ignored. This is how this should be, laughing and sharing with someone you love. And by the gods do you love him.
Your kisses deepen into passionate presses of tongue against tongue, open mouthed and far less chaste than any you’ve shared before. Fully naked now, you can’t help but run your hands over every piece of skin that you can, moaning at the sheer size of him as he settles his body in between your legs. Intrinsically you recognize that he’s bigger than you, but in this situation, the prospect of him being so much so makes you whimper, and buck your hips into his again. The wet hot drag of his cock against you makes you both shudder, moaning at the slick and pleasurable sensation. You’ve barely touched and already the scent of sex in the air causes a dizzy fog of want to descend over you, and you suddenly want nothing more than his cock inside you.
“Please…..please, I need you,” you beg, and he groans against you, his hips now consistently seeking friction against you. Gods above, he’s huge. It matters not to you however, and you simply buck your hips back, unaware and uncaring as to how wet you’re both making one another’s bodies. “Muriel~” You whine, and it seems to snap him out of it.
“Need to prepare you…” he murmurs, his tone brooking no arguments, and you whine as he shifts off of the furs, watching his hulking naked form in the firelight as he goes to retrieve something you assume will help him lubricate you enough to his satisfaction. The thought of his large fingers pressing inside you brings your own hands to your arousal, moaning and screwing your eyes shut at the sensation, unable to help needing some sort of stimulation while Muriel is away from you.
He returns in short order, thank the gods, with a small vial in his hand. Well, perhaps it’s small because it’s in his hand, but whatever is inside is truly the important thing, and you whimper softly as he groans at the sight of you touching yourself, nearly a growl as he climbs over your body again.
“Spread your legs?” He requests softly, and you obey without hesitation, whimpering softly at the loss of your own hand as he opens the vial and coats two of his fingers with whatever oil is inside.
He doesn’t tease you, and you silently throw another thanks to the gods as you feel him carefully tracing your entrance. With a breath, he pushes a single finger inside, and oh gods, it’s so much bigger than your own. It isn’t bad—far from it actually—but the stretch makes you gasp, and you just know it’s going to make Muriel try to retreat, afraid that he’s hurt you, so you quickly reach to still his arm, keeping him right where he is inside you. “Please,” you pant softly. “Keep it inside……”
Muriel watches you with apprehensive eyes only for a moment before he nods. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he replies, before carefully moving his finger back and forth inside you. Releasing his arm and throwing your head back, you moan, giving over to the sensation of him opening you up.
The anticipation feels like it’s lighting up your very bones, as every few seconds you’re reminded what he’s opening you up for, and you glance down to see his cock, erect and so very large between his legs. Fuck, it’s going to fill you up so well.
A second finger presses in against the first, and you groan at the stretch, but moan as Muriel curls them in just the right way to hit that wonderful sweet spot inside you. You move, gripping the furs beneath you to ground yourself, afraid in the moment that the pleasure is going to make you drift away. He’s being careful and slow, damn him, and you can’t help but kick your hips down to press his fingers deeper inside you. It earns a moan from both of you, and Muriel glances up to read your face, and you moan softly at him. “More…faster…..Muriel….please….”
You chuckle softly as you see him swallow roughly, a little out of your mind, and you lose the grasp on any more thoughts as Muriel starts to move his fingers faster, curling and dragging them over that wonderful little spot more and more, and you can feel the heat in your gut turning to molten lava.
You wonder idly if sex is always like this, or if it’s just Muriel that’s making it especially mind bending, especially pleasurable. The wet sounds of his fingers ring out just loud enough to hear over the roar of your blood in your ears, and you realize with sudden and embarrassing clarity that you’re close to climax. Whimpering, you finally manage to release the grips on the furs, to reach for Muriel’s forearm again. He stops, and your eyes meet, both of you groaning at the vision you make for one another. Muriel’s pupils are blown so far that only a small ring of green remains around them, and his cock is actively leaking pre-come, sliding down his shaft. You swallow roughly, suddenly wanting very much to follow that trail with your tongue, but you refrain, blinking and swallowing again to try to get your brain back on track.
Muriel seems to have found his voice again, as he asks. “Are you alright?”
You nod, and clench on his fingers, causing him to groan softly. “Yes,” you croak, squirming slightly. “I was going to….”
Muriel groans again, this time full bodied, and his cock twitches violently again, drooling more pre-come and making it hard to focus. “Why did you want to stop?” He questions, and you laugh, a little delirious.
“I don’t want to climax until your cock is inside me,” you admit, and it must have been the right thing to say, for Muriel removes his fingers from you in short order. It makes you whine at the loss, but you know something much more filling will replace them.
“Then please…..” Muriel says. “Please let me make you come…..”
Your smile widens, and you reach your arms out to cradle him closer as he settles over you. When his ear is close to yours, you moan softly, “I want you to come inside me too.”
A hitches breath is what you get in return, followed by a groan, and a pressure against your entrance.
Oh this is it, this is where you and he are finally going to become one. The moment you’ve been fantasizing about for gods know how long. It’s a rather simple affair really, Muriel pushing inside you. He’s careful, considerate even, slowly pressing in, watching you and listening for any signs of pain or discomfort.
You breathe intentionally in through your nose and out your mouth, the sheer size of him something your body isn’t used to. However there is no pain, and as he finally sinks fully into you, you can’t help but moan at the stretch, clenching down on him and causing his hips to kick involuntarily, sending his thick cock that much further into you. You grip tighter around his shoulders, and you moan again in his ear, “Please, move……make love to me Muriel….”
It’s what finally, finally has him moving, pressing his cock in and out of you in measured careful strokes, until he seems to gain confidence that he isn’t going to hurt you, and starts thrusting faster, panting and moaning deep and oh so lovely above you. There was no other option other than this position you realize as he pulls back for a moment and moves both of your arms so that he can pin your hands beside your head, lacing your fingers together as you watch one another fall into pleasure.
And what a sight it is. As much as there is desire and pleasure in Muriel’s eyes, the look overwhelming them cannot be described as anything but love, absolute in its intensity. You moan as he picks up speed, begging him to make you climax, along with telling him how much you love him over and over and over.
He squeezes your hands in his own, leaning down to kiss you as he thrusts, moaning into your mouth, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” so sweetly, matching your own declarations of love and passion.
You aren’t going to last long, the pleasure and love welling up in you so quickly that you know that it’s only a matter of time before he makes you climax, and you want nothing more than that, nothing more than for the both of you to share in your pleasure. “I’m going t-to—” you stutter after what could be minutes, or hours.
“As am I….” he moans back. You share breath and kisses with one another, hot and wet and oh so good at bringing you that much closer. You can feel it tightening in your gut, and by the slightly uncoordinated cadence of Muriel’s thrusts, you know it’s going to happen.
“C-come inside me~” You beg suddenly, and that does it, that sets him off, groaning sharply and pressing his cock in as deep as it can go and oh gods, you can feel it pulsing, the warmth of his come inside you sending you over your own peak, and you wail, screaming his name as you squeeze his hands, lights behind your eyes as you give yourself over to the pleasure.
When the stars fade behind your eyes, and you feel yourself coming back down to Earth, you hear and feel Muriel panting and kissing your cheeks, muttering, “I love you…. you are my everything…..thank you, thank you for sharing this with me…..thank you.
Finally cognizant enough, you crane your neck to kiss him back, your eyes slipping shut as you share a passionate kiss, one filled with love and admiration and appreciation.
While you feel that this is not the culmination of your relationship, you do recognize it as an important moment, and you tug your arms to let him know you’d like the use of your hands again. He lets them go without a struggle, and you naturally reach up to wrap around his neck and pull him to you again, pressing as much of his body over you as you can. He’s large, and frankly a bit heavy on you, but you could not care any less in this moment about that.
“I love you, Muriel,” you affirm, running your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck. “I love you more than I love anything in this world.”
You feel a sniff against you, and watery words replying, “I would give my life for you…..”
Smiling ruefully, you murmur. “Please don’t……we have the rest of our lives to spend together…..”
He chuckles softly too, but there is still wetness that tinges the tone. It touches you to hear how his emotions have physically affected him, and you hush and hum softly to him, continuing to play with his hair, trying to soothe him.
Eventually he calms down enough to pull back and look at you, eyes still a touch wet, but filled with oh so much love and care. You can’t help but smile at him, and he smiles back, one of his true smiles that crinkle at the edges of his eyes, and it just makes you smile more.
“Thank you,” you say.
He blinks. “For what?”
“Loving me,” you simply reply.
His smile turns wistful.
“If I were to die tomorrow, I would die happy knowing that you loved me.”
You yank the little hairs at the back of his head a bit. “Stop talking about dying,” you chuckle. “You’re not going anywhere……as long as I can help it.”
Muriel says nothing for a moment, before leaning down to kiss you again. He pulls away to murmur, “Thank you for loving me….”
You smile and pull him to you again. “Always,” you reply. “Always…..”
Comments
Cali Q
Holy mother of Vesuvia! That was beautiful! The writing, the acting the atmosphere! All of it was beautiful 10/10!
Sharain
Can’t argue taste 🙂 I liked the fanfic style.
TheVampireRose
Not the biggest fan of the fanfic style. Still though, it was lovely and anything with Muriel is a treat.
Radical Radical
Always a treat to see Muriel :)
Jayven
YES WHOLESOME MURIEL CONTENT. LETS GO BABYYYYY
