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Minfilia is 13 the first time she understands what Thancred is doing with women. It wasn’t the first time he’d locked himself in an inn room, the bedroom of their Crystarium apartment, or even gone behind a tree while she sat just out of view. The first few times, he had tried to keep quiet - but, while he could stifle his own sounds easily enough, shutting his partners up just wasn’t feasible. So, after the third or fourth time, he’d given up, and Minfilia had sat just outside the bedroom door, heart pounding as she listened to the creaking of the bed, the pleasured moans of the random woman inside, and most of all, the grunts and heavy breathing from Thancred.
She’s 14 the first time she touches herself to these sounds. She’d received a rudimentary sexual education in Eulmore, but focused almost entirely on reproduction and menstruation - certainly nothing on how to masturbate. All she knew, though, was that the throbbing between her legs would start every time Thancred set his gaze on a particularly beautiful woman, and would only get worse until long after he was done with her.
This time, they’d had an inn room - one with a separate bedroom, fancier than most. There was only one bed, but despite how cold Thancred was to her at times, he didn’t usually seem to mind sharing it with her. Minfilia liked sleeping, in fact - on many nights, Thancred would snake his arms around her in his sleep and pull her close. Some mornings, he would even wake up still snuggled against her, and if she pretended to sleep convincingly enough, he’d press a kiss to the top of her head before getting up for the day.
But now, he was fucking a woman in that same bed they’d slept in the night before, and Minfilia couldn’t help but focus on the sounds. It seemed Thancred was rather enjoying himself, as he was making more noise than usual, grunting and growling in an almost animalistic fashion that made Minfilia’s whole body shiver. She had tried to ignore it in lieu of a book, but the throbbing between her legs was well-nigh unbearable. She closed her eyes, focusing on the epicenter of that fluttering feeling, all while taking in the sounds of some Miq’ote woman begging Thancred to fuck her harder.
Taking a shuddering inhale, Minfilia reached beneath the hem of her dress, fingertips shakily tucking under the elastic of her smallclothes. She explored for a moment, feeling the softness of the blonde curls beneath the fabric before dipping one finger between her outer lips, gasping at the warmth and wetness she found there. She always found herself so wet after each time Thancred had these encounters… and she didn’t know why, but something about it excited her even more. It was a neverending cycle of thoughts and frustration that only ever built with no release. This time, though, she was determined to end that ceaseless throbbing, even if she didn’t exactly know how.
She knew how sex worked on a mechanical level. She knew a penis was meant to go inside of her body, and that it was meant to feel good. She also knew the basic anatomy of her parts - or so she thought. But suddenly, she slapped her free hand over her mouth as her fingertip grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves in the middle, sending a shock through her body. In her haze, she tried her best to remember the anatomical figures she’d been shown, and seemed to recall the brief mention of the clitoris, but not its function. Hesitantly, she ran her finger over the firm nub again, and a soft moan escaped her throat before she could catch it. Was this what Thancred was doing to those women?
It didn’t take her long to figure out what felt good, now rubbing her index finger softly around the edges of her clit in time with the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall in the bedroom. She’d placed the knuckles of her free hand in her mouth, biting back the involuntary noises that threatened to rise from her throat. Her finger slipped around between her folds almost too easily, given how wet she was, but after a few minutes, any movement had begun to feel like bliss.
Before long, the cries from the woman in the bedroom were growing louder and higher pitched. Minfilia knew by now that this meant they were almost finished. She nearly whined, not wanting to stop - this felt so good, she never wanted it to end. But as she focused more and more on those sounds, a heat began to build in her core, her fingers moving faster and faster as if her body moved on its own. Then, all at once, the pleasure she felt erupted, washing over her entire body and forcing a loud moan from her throat, limbs twitching and head falling back against the sofa. She didn’t even know what had just happened, but in her afterglow, she didn’t have the mind to question it.
“Minfilia? Are you–”
Thancred had exited the bedroom in naught but his smallclothes, sweat glistening on his chest and brow, which was furrowed in concern. But as he laid eyes upon his young charge, splayed out on the sofa and hand still buried in her panties, a redness crept over his face and ears. Minfilia didn’t even notice him there at first, but when she opened her eyes, she sucked in a sharp inhale and sat straight upright, fumbling for the book she was meant to be reading. Clearly he had seen her - and heard her - but all she could think to do was pretend she’d been reading the whole time. She stared as hard as she could at a random page, awaiting the scolding she was about to get.
But Thancred was silent. He stood there for what felt like the longest time, staring her down, eyes wide and face red. Then, without a word, he returned to the bedroom, the door clicking shut surprisingly softly behind him.
That night, dinner had been eaten in complete silence. They didn’t often make a lot of conversation, anyhow - but a tension hung in the air that Minfilia knew meant Thancred was upset at her. Her face hadn’t stopped burning with shame since he’d walked out of the bedroom earlier that day, and his face had never quite regained its usual color, either.
As Thancred stood and headed towards the bedroom to retire for the evening, he glanced back at her, giving her a questioning look. She was usually the first to bed. But she wouldn’t meet his gaze, eyes fixated on her barely-touched food. “I can sleep on the sofa,” she said quietly, putting down her fork and placing her hands in her lap. She expected little response, but Thancred didn’t seem to hesitate. “Don’t be silly,” he replied, and his tone of voice was softer than most days. “Come to bed.”
And so, she did as she was told, climbing into bed and laying on the very edge, facing away from Thancred. He did the same, clicking off the light and pulling the covers over them both. Before she could think better of it, Minfilia licked her dry lips and opened her mouth to speak.
“You know, Thancred…” she began, quiet and uncertain. He glanced over his shoulder at her, waiting for her to continue. “I could do those things for you.” He squinted, sitting up halfway on his elbow. “What things?” he questioned, the tone of his voice indicating that he knew exactly what things she meant. But she couldn’t possibly be implying what he thought she was implying… right?
She didn’t reply for a long moment. Why had she even said that? She barely even understood what those things were. But Thancred always seemed more relaxed afterwards, like a weight had been lifted from his chest. She wanted to do that for him, at the very least. “The things those women do for you,” she murmured finally, still not turning to face him. “They make you feel good… don’t they?”
Thancred’s breath hitched in his throat. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “You don’t know what you’re offering, Minfilia,” he managed finally, laying back down and tugging the covers up to his chin. She finally rolled over to face him, sitting up and trying to make out his face in the dim light. “You’re having sex with them. I’m not stupid,” she said, voice a little firmer. She rarely spoke up to him like this. “But I’m right here. I could make you feel good.”
Thancred gritted his teeth. “Go to sleep, Minfilia,” was all he managed, voice quiet but dark. “But Thancred–”
“Go. To sleep. Minfilia.”
She sighed, rolling back over with a dramatic flump. Thancred never wrapped his arms around her that night - in fact, he barely slept that night at all.
By the time Minfilia is 15, she’s asked Thancred a few more times to no avail. He turns her down differently each time - sometimes he hesitates, sometimes he’s angry, sometimes he’s strangely soft. But every time, the answer is no.
Around this time, she meets Urianger. Thancred begins to leave her in his care for short periods of time - a few hours, a day, sometimes overnight. He’s very kind, much kinder than Thancred, and for some reason, Thancred is kinder to her around Urianger too. She can tell they’re close friends, but she still doesn’t quite understand where he came from or how they met. Yet another thing no one seems to want to tell her.
But Urianger pays her kindness that she’s never experienced in such large doses, so she doesn't press her curiosity. He lets her peruse his many books, helps her understand the bigger words within, and teaches her new concepts. One of those concepts is consent - a topic he finds awkward at first, but when she reluctantly tries to change the subject, he impresses upon her the importance of learning it. She comes to learn that, while she understood what sex was, there was a lot more to it that she hadn’t fully grasped. And once Urianger is satisfied that she does fully grasp consent and its importance, she also understands why Thancred has turned her down so many times.
By the time he picks her up from the Bookman’s Shelves, she had rehearsed the conversation in her head a dozen times. But it would take nearly the whole trip for her to finally speak up.
“Thancred?” She’d addressed him quietly, wringing her hands in front of her as they walked. “You seem stressed.” Thancred glanced at her sideways, raising a brow. “Aren’t I always stressed?” he muttered, sounding irritated, but mostly just tired. She paused, chewing her lip. “Not after you’re with a woman,” she replied. He didn't respond until they had entered their apartment and closed the door behind them.
“Minfilia, I am not having this conversation again,” he finally muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You don’t know what you’re–”
“Yes I do!”
She’d never interrupted him before. He looked up at her with an expression of annoyance, but it was tinged with curiosity. “I do understand. Now I do,” she continued, looking a bit sheepish. “Urianger taught me about consent. I know why you told me I didn’t understand before - you were right. But I understand now.”
Thancred looked at her for a long time, studying her expression and clearly processing what she had said. She was right - he hadn’t entertained this idea because he didn’t trust himself. He would never have done anything she said no to, but he also knew she would say yes just to satisfy him. He didn’t trust himself to differentiate between what she really wanted, and what she thought he wanted. But he also knew Urianger well enough to know that if he had taught her about consent, he would’ve been thorough.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Thancred asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Minfilia blinked up at him, surprised by the question. She hesitated, but finally said softly, “If I can help you relax and feel good, I want to.” He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “You know what, Minfilia? Fine. If you’re going to insist upon this, and you understand what consent really means, then fine.” And with that, he gestured towards his bedroom.
Minfilia just blinked up at him with wide eyes. Had he really given in? Was she finally going to be the girl moaning in his bed, the reason he finally lowered his shoulders? Or was he trying to call her bluff? The throbbing between her thighs was near immediate, and she nodded, nearly running towards the bedroom.
He hesitated to follow her, but by the time he made it through the bedroom door, she was already sat on the edge of the bed in naught but her smallclothes - no bra, just a set of basic black panties. He inhaled more sharply than he'd intended, taking in her visage for a long moment, eyes trailing up and down her body, lingering at her bare breasts already swollen from puberty. He hastily shed his own shirt as well before giving her a look of trepidation. “I’m checking one more time - you really want to do this?” he asked quietly, side-eyeing her, looking close for any hint of reluctance. But she only smiled up at him and nodded, squirming a bit. She looked rather eager. And so, he swallowed dryly, fumbling to remove his belt.
Finally, he'd made it down to his smallclothes and climbed over Minfilia on the bed, one knee at her side and the other between her legs. He gently pushed her down onto her back, and she gasped as he ducked his head beneath her chin, placing a line of firm kisses up and down her jugular. She realized quickly that she didn't actually know what she was supposed to do other than lay there, so she draped her arms around his shoulders and made a tiny, experimental sound of pleasure. He responded by sliding a hand from her knee all the way up her side, then back down again, hooking his thumb beneath the side of her panties and leaving it there.
He took things agonizingly slow, even by Minfilia’s standards, but he wasn’t about to chance missing any sort of negative cue from her. She trembled beneath his fingertips, taking shuddering breaths in and out, and every little touch made her gasp. After a few minutes of necking, Thancred finally slipped his thumbs beneath the sides of her panties, pulling them off with an expertly swift movement and tossing them unceremoniously to the floor. He took a moment to take in the full view of her nude form, letting out a shuddering exhale. She was stunning, he had to admit - much better than any girl he’d fucked around with in the First, at least.
She opened her eyes at the sudden lack of touch, blinking at him in confusion. She had opened her mouth to ask him if something was wrong, but before the sound came out, he placed a large hand over her mound, fingers gently playing in the blonde curls there. She gasped, flinching at first, but quickly bucking her hips up to meet his touch. He arranged himself on his side next to her, free arm propping him up behind her head, and she tucked her head down beneath his chin as he played.
He pressed his fingertips firmly into the soft skin all around her sex, starting just below her belly and traveling down until he had a finger on each of her outer lips. He massaged them for a moment, before suddenly spreading his fingers, splaying her open. She gasped at the feeling of cold air on her clit, and she rutted her hips upward, searching for friction.
Thancred was happy to oblige, placing all four fingers flat against her, holding them there for a moment before beginning to rub in a lazy circle. He wasn't in search of more concentrated areas of pleasure yet, content to warm her up slowly and let her experience exactly what she'd asked for.
She let out a soft moan at the way he rubbed her, body slack against him, hands gently holding onto any part of him she could reach. She thought it almost a little funny, the way those moans sounded coming from her, after hearing so many strange women making the same ones with Thancred. She hazily thought how glad she was that it was finally her turn.
One at a time, Thancred raised each of his fingers, rubbing smaller circles each time, until only his middle finger remained, rubbing expertly over her most sensitive spot again and again. Her moans were louder now, and a smirk had grown on Thancred's face.
Just as Minfilia began to feel that familiar white heat in her gut, she was suddenly left untouched, and a whine escaped her throat at the sudden switch from warm hand to cold air. She looked up at Thancred, only to see him reach across to his bedside table and withdraw a small bottle of oil from the drawer. She was already practically dripping wet, but he would take no chances, drizzling a generous amount across her lips and spreading it around with his middle finger. She mewled softly at the sensation, finding whatever he used to be just slightly warming, causing the slick skin to tingle somewhat.
“You’re doing good,” Thancred murmured softly without thinking about it. She looked up at him with those sapphire eyes and smiled, nuzzling against his chest. “Still want to keep going?” he asked, the question punctuated by his finger just barely grazing against her entrance. She gasped, knees shaking, but she gave a hasty nod. “Please,” she whispered, pouting up at him. He glanced down at her and smirked, and finally, he gave her what she’d been searching for.
He pressed his finger slowly, slowly inside of her, trying not to chuckle at the way her walls immediately clenched around him. She’d never had anything inside of her before, and she found herself surprised at how easily he slipped in. It felt strange at first - not bad or painful, but not the shocking burst of pleasure that she got from touching her clit. But then, as he slid all the way inside, he curled his finger upward, searching and experimenting until he heard a shaky moan rise from his young charge. It was a completely new feeling to her - not at all how she’d imagined being penetrated would feel, having only clitoral stimulation to compare to. But rather than a concentrated, thigh-shaking burst of stimulation, this feeling spread across her whole core, warm and even, and she instantly splayed her legs open further as if to invite him to continue.
Thancred still seemed to have no interest in rushing things, though. He curled his finger the same way repeatedly, barely moving but doing plenty to make her whine. She wanted more, she wanted him to fuck her, to touch him too and make him cum, but she couldn’t seem to make the words stick together to tell him such.
Eventually, he brought his thumb up alongside her clit, expertly rubbing small circles around it as he continued to curl his middle finger into her. Her orgasm was almost immediate, sudden and powerful, and she bucked her hips up with a squealing moan. He didn’t remove his hand, but kept it perfectly still, allowing her to ride it through her orgasm to her own liking. She wriggled and writhed for what felt like a solid minute, but finally, she went slack against the mattress and let out a soft huff.
“Atta girl,” Thancred said softly, wiping his hand on the mattress before brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty face. Based on the sounds that came from his bedroom, Minfilia had expected him to be a lot rougher than this. Was he always this soft with women? But just as she had melted into his touch, he sat up, readjusting his position until he was sat on his knees between her legs. Even in her afterglow, she suddenly felt more exposed than she had before, if only because he could gaze upon her face. She blinked up at him with wide eyes, still trying to catch her breath.
“Was that it..?” she dared to ask, pouting somewhat. As far as she understood it, sex was done upon orgasm. But shouldn’t that be the case for both of them? Thancred smiled and shook his head, running his knuckles along her inner thigh. “Just a warm-up,” he replied, slipping out of his smallclothes and roughly pawing at his half-hard cock. “Unless that’s all you want to do.” He gave her a questioning look, one that implied she’d better tell the truth. But her eyes fell to his cock and grew wide, tongue flicking out against her lips, and she shook her head. Glancing up at him, it was clear she was trying to gather the courage to speak. But finally, she uttered a soft plea: “Please fuck me, Thancred.”
And that was it. No more doubts. No more wondering if he was being a manipulative monster. He’d given her every chance to back out, every chance to be satisfied with what she’d gotten thus far, and here she lay, leaking and begging. He was fully hard in a mere instant, and he gazed down at her with hungry eyes, licking his own lips in anticipation. Fumbling around the bed for the oil, he quickly drizzled a generous amount along his length, slicking himself through his fist once or twice before lining up against her folds.
She held her breath. She’d been told that her first time would be painful, but what she’d learned about sex also taught her nothing about foreplay, fingering, or her clit, so she didn’t know what to believe. He took hold of her thighs and raised them up, hooking one of her calves over his shoulder, and she reached out to place her hand over his. He laced his fingers in hers, only hesitating for another second before pressing forward.
She gasped as the head of his cock finally breached her. Even soaking wet and post-orgasm, she was tight. She was so small, it stood to reason. He froze and watched as her brow furrowed and her lips pursed, electing to run the thumb of his free hand over her clit. “Relax,” he commanded, but his voice was quiet, and she let out a shuddering breath, nodding. It did hurt, but not as much as she’d expected - and something about it felt good, too, like stretching a stiff muscle. She finally peeked up at him, brows knitting together in a pleading look. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
And so he didn’t. He pressed his hips forward, slipping his cock deeper into her heat, a low, steady moan softly pouring from her lips as he moved. It took an agonizing minute, but he finally found himself seated all the way inside, hips meeting her rear, thumb still drawing lazy circles at her clit. Her eyes had fluttered shut, breathing ragged and heavy. He chose to cease all movement here, allowing her a moment to relax around the full length of him. He wasn’t abnormally large for a Hyur - above average, if he was being quite confident - but he looked huge plugged into her like this, her small body shuddering around him.
“Y’kay?” Thancred mumbled, giving her hand a small squeeze. She didn’t open her eyes, but nodded hastily, wriggling her hips somewhat. He took that as all the encouragement he needed, and finally, he drew his hips back, slowly pressing them forward again. He usually liked to start off slow anyway, building suspense and anticipation, but this was beginning to frustrate them both, so he wasted no more time in setting a steady pace.
After a moment, he’d fallen into a rhythm - a bit slower than his usual liking, but something in him wanted to savour this. Minfilia’s expression had softened before long, and she was limp against the mattress, arms up over her head and her head lolling around against the pillow. She was a lot noisier than Thancred had anticipated, moaning and mewling with every thrust, and panting heavy in between. It only took her a minute or two to come again, and she cried out his name, her walls fluttering and pulsing around him in a way that pulled a groan from his throat.
She’d almost been surprised when he didn’t stop. It wasn’t unwelcome, though - while her orgasms when masturbating usually ended abruptly, his continued thrusting gently guided her through this one, her white-hot pleasure fading softly like a candle at the end of its wick. Though, it never seemed to actually burn out - as her body relaxed again, she realized she felt as good as she had only moments prior, a simmering ember of bliss still present at her core. No painful start like the first round, only thrown right back into the middle of the passion of it all.
Though she'd made it to the finish line first, Thancred wasn't far behind. His grip on her thighs began to tighten as the speed of his thrusts slowly climbed, and before long, Minfilia was moaning just the way she had been before. Shakily, she reached down between her legs, fingertips hesitantly grazing over her clit. She gasped as she made contact, and after a moment, she had settled on an almost frenzied pace. The sounds pouring from her were completely melodic to Thancred’s ears, fervent and shrill, interlaced with gasps and panting exhales.
At last, that familiar heat began to build in his core, slowly concentrating down hotter and hotter, until it hit him suddenly like a backdraft. An animalistic grunt lurched from his chest as he came, bucking deep into Minfilia and unloading himself completely. Somewhere in the blur, he noticed that she must have been cumming again, too, as he felt that rhythmic pulsing around him, only drawing his orgasm out longer. It was only when his body began to relax again that he could hear her, nearly screaming out as she frantically kneaded her clit. For a brief second, he was disappointed to have not been tuned into her sounds even for a moment.
In one fell swoop, he pulled out of her and flopped onto his side on the bed, immediately reaching out and tugging her over against his chest. She was completely limp aside from her chest rising and falling, and if she hadn't weakly curled her arms around one of his, he might’ve thought she'd passed out.
“Happy?” he mumbled finally, but he smiled down at her just enough to let her know it was a jest. She finally blinked her eyes open and looked at him with a lazy, sex-drunk smile. “Mm-hmm,” she said with a nod, turning on her side to nuzzle her face into his chest. He just wrapped her up in both arms, focusing on the sounds of her breathing as they slowly evened out.
They laid there in silence, electing not to speak of where to go from here. Thancred didn't know if this one encounter would get it out of her system - and furthermore, if it would get it out of his - or if this was destined to become a regular occurrence. But given how relaxed he felt, no, relieved he felt, he found himself hoping it would be.
Eventually, the two fell asleep, and he didn't let her go the entire night. It was the best either of them had slept in many, many nights.