Chapter 120. A Simulation For What Was About To Happen To Us**

Chapter 120: 120. A Simulation For What Was About To Happen To Us**

We kissed again... and the kiss was soft and gentle like before.

I’d been trying to be careful with her, treating her like she was something fragile, something that might shatter if I pressed too hard.

My hands were shaking. And my breath was shallow.

I kissed her like she was made of glass, and she kissed me back like she was made of fire.

And then something in me broke.

Not in a bad way. In a way that felt like coming home.

Like finally being allowed to be honest about what I wanted, what I felt, and what was burning in my chest every time she smiled at me or looked at me with those impossible amber eyes.

I pulled back just enough to see her face... her lips parted, her breath coming fast, her eyes half-closed and dark with something that made my blood roar.

Her ears were doing something I’d never seen before. They were vibrating, tiny tremors running along the soft pink fur, and her whole body was shaking.

Not from fear. But from wanting or maybe... desire.

"Eveline," I said, and my voice was rough and low and entirely unlike anything I’d ever heard come out of my own mouth.

"Roland."

I was still looking at her. Still trying to find the right words and the right way to say something that was already said but needed saying again, because saying it once didn’t feel like enough.

It never felt like enough with her.

Then her hand moved.

It wasn’t hesitant... and it wasn’t tentative.

It was more like... direct, her fingers sliding down my chest, over my stomach, and then—without a single pause or a second of doubt, her hand closed around the bulge in my pants.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Eveline!" I choked out, my whole body going rigid.

She didn’t pull away. Her fingers tightened, just a little... and I could feel it through the fabric, feel the way my cock was already rock hard, already twitching against her palm like it had been waiting for this moment since I’d first started thinking about her.

"Alicia told me what to do," she said, and her voice was quiet and matter of fact, like she was reporting on the weather. "And yes... Laura told me what to do as well."

"I’ve been practicing before this."

I stared at her. My brain was short-circuiting.

"H-huh...? You’ve been practicing with them?"

"With a pillow while they coached me," she said, and her ears did that thing where they folded flat and then popped back up, and I could see the faintest blush creeping up her neck. "Laura said it would help me not be so awkward about it."

I let out a breath that was half laugh, half groan. "She said that, did she?"

"She said it with great conviction."

"That’s Laura to you."

Her thumb traced a slow, deliberate line along the length of me, and I felt my hips twitch involuntarily. My cock was so hard it was almost painful, pulsing against her hand, and I could feel it twitching against her palm.

"You’re so pent up," she whispered.

She looked up at me, and her amber eyes were glowing in the dark, and there was a smile on her face that I’d never seen before. It wasn’t her usual cheerful smile.

It wasn’t her usual polite smile either. This was something else entirely.

This was the smile of someone who knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying every second of it.

"Roland," she said, and her voice dropped lower, and my name sounded like a prayer. "Roland, I love you..."

"I’m totally fine with this, and yeah... I’m totally fine with you."

"So just... let me."

She didn’t wait for me to answer.

She shifted, moving forward on the bedroll, her knees settling on either side of my thighs. She was on top of me now, her body hovering just above mine, and I was looking up at her, and I thought.

I actually thought... ’How is this real? How is this happening?’

She looked so cute up there. Her golden hair falling around her face like a curtain, her ears standing straight up, her amber eyes looking down at me with that smile.

And then she said it again, like she needed me to hear it one more time.

"I love you... and I’m not scared now."

"You can go all rough with me, Roland... I’m not made of glass." She paused, and her voice softened. "Just... close your eyes."

"Both of us... Let’s just feel each other."

I closed my eyes.

And then her hands were on me.

"Nnnh... Eveline..."

"Shh," she whispered. "Close your eyes."

I closed them tighter. And then she was kissing me again, her mouth warm and soft and tasting of pear brandy, and her hand was working on me below, and I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the other began.

I was drowning in her.

Her breathing got louder... and yes, even faster.

I could hear it in her chest pressing against mine, could feel it in the way her whole body was trembling.

"Roland," she breathed against my lips. "Roland, I—ah—I’m so—"

She was shaking. Her whole body was shaking, her thighs pressing against mine, and I could feel her bunny tail pressed against my stomach, soft and warm, and her ears were vibrating so hard I could feel it through my chest.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be gentle anymore.

Not when she was looking at me like that. Not when she was touching me like that.

My hands found her waist, and I pulled her down, and the first time I felt her crotch with my bulge... I felt her body clench around me like a fist, and she gasped, a real, honest-to-god gasp where her mouth opened and her eyes went wide and her ears shot straight up like lightning rods.

"O—oh gods—"

"Eveline." I was trying to hold still.

I was trying so hard. "Are you—are you okay? Tell me if I’m—"

"Don’t stop," she said, and her voice was trembling, and tears were running down her cheeks, and she was laughing and crying and breathing in short, wet gulps all at the same time. "Don’t you dare stop."

I didn’t stop.

I moved slowly at first because I wanted to be careful, because I wanted to be gentle, because she was so small and so fragile and so perfect, and I didn’t want to break her.

But then she arched her back against me, her nails digging into my shoulders, and her voice broke into a moan that was so loud and so raw and so real that I felt something in me snap.

And I stopped being gentle.

I pushed deeper. And I moved faster.

I gripped her hips with my hands and pulled her down onto me with a force that made her let out a cry... not a scream, but a cry, the kind of sound that comes from somewhere deep inside, somewhere that has nothing to do with words.

And yep... the fabric was protecting both of us. Let’s just say this was a simulation for what was about to happen, and I’ll make sure that Eveline is really ready for it.

"Roland...! Nhhh... Roland!"

Her ears went completely flat, plus her whole body went rigid. And then she softened, and she melted, and she pressed herself against me, and I could feel her clench around me, clench and clench and clench, and her moans turned into something else entirely.

Something that wasn’t a cry or a laugh or a whisper. It was a sound.

A raw, primal, animal sound that came from her throat and echoed off the cave walls and filled the night with the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

"Nnnnh—oh—oh god—Roland—Rolaaaaaaaand~!"

Her hands were everywhere.

On my chest.

On my back.

Pulling me closer. And pushing me away.

Clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling off the edge of the world. And I was... I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in, where woodsmoke and sweat and something that was just her... And I kept moving, kept pushing, kept teasing her, and kept losing myself in between the protection.

I couldn’t remember my own name or the name of the god who made me or the world outside this cave or anything at all except the heat of her body and the sound of her voice and the way her small hands were shaking against my skin.

"Eveline," I said, and it wasn’t a name anymore.

It was a prayer. Maybe a confession.

And yes... a promise.