Deflowering

One slow, gloved finger slid across your slit to determine the wetness pooling from your hole. "Ready?" You nodded, brows furrowed as you fixated on Tighnari's hands. The researcher softly sunk his index finger inside and quickly glanced upwards to study your reactions. You were breathing a little heavier than usual through your nose but the intrusion wasn't anything you couldn't handle. The lingering feeling of a single finger had stained your body with an oddly addictive buzz that had your toes twitching in anticipation. The nervousness and anticipation seeping out from you was easily noticed by Tighnari. 

"Treat this like a medical examination. Maintaining a strong face as you-" As Tighnari continued to speak, he slowly trailed his finger back and forth in your hole, multi-tasking easily as his focus remained strictly on you and his key instructions spewed easily from his lips. There was an effort made to try and concentrate on his words but the soothing rhythm of his fingering made this so-called medical examination a lot more difficult to sink into. 

The wool was pulled over your eyes when Tighnari gently tipped you backwards to lay on your back and bent your legs for him to press closer to your body. He allowed himself more arm space to give him the freedom to touch you. One leg hooked over her shoulder while the other curved around his waist. 

The researcher could see that your features were softening. You were relaxing to his ministrations and this was an excellent sign for a first time adventure. Fully pledged locals hadn't been achieved quite yet but both you and Tighnari were surprised to have heard a miniscule mewl escape your lips upon insertion. 

In and out, slowly yet skilfully; the longer he had drawn out his finger, the lengthier Tighnari's finger felt as a result. Each thrust felt longer than the last as his prodding eventually paused entirely. 

His expression wore a face of concentration, studying every nook and cranny of your character and leaving no place unseen. But the gleam to his eye was one of lust. Pure, innocent and untouched lust. A subtly growing hunger for you. He was by no means animalistic. He was attracted to you but professionally did not want to proceed any further in case of damaging a fresh bond with you. 

The twitch to his ear broke him free from the hypnotic trance he fell into as your words managed to reach him. "I can keep going," you weren't sure how to ask but Tighnari certainly saw this an opportunity to tell him that you wanted more. 

"How about two fingers?" When he removed his hand he stared at the fluids which had leaked across his finger. He swallowed, daring himself to look not taste.

With a keen nod, you agreed to his spoken request and patiently waited for Tighnari to reinsert his fingers. You threw your head back and expected the insertion to feel more like a surprise that way. Unable to see if he would replace them but instead becoming a matter of when he would replace them. 

Tighnari licked the finger quickly, taste testing your released fluids as he convinced himself that it would be beneficial for scientific purposes. Eyes of the forest widened when he realised the he enjoyed the taste immensely. You watched the top of his ears flicker in response to his reactions before you felt a finger re-enter your folds. 

"Tell me how you feel," his voice remained the same with only a subtle elevation of excitement to his words.

Unsure if the second finger had been inserted or not, you lower your head to inspect his hand for yourself. From your point of view, the positioning of Tighnari's middle and index finger were both centred directly inside your hole just like he requested. Your head tilted in confusion as you felt the exact same as before, questioning if a second had entered at all. "I feel fi-" Just as the comment left your mouth, Tighnari pushed in the second finger to give you a jump. A discrete moan spewed from your lips and certainly did not go unheard by Tighnari's keen ears. "Tighna-!" Another moan stolen from Tighnari as he pushed his fingers skilfully to bend your sentence to his command. You screwed your lips shut in defence, hoping that he wouldn't be able to steal anymore noises from you.