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Practice #019: Seeing Red
Source: Original
Lead: Male
Tags: Virgin, Romance
Ace Gray. A young man with studies in criminal psychology and practice in justice. He’s aspiring through law to become a certain type of police officer. Ace was a cripple but in many cases had the benefit. He wants to become a special type of detective.
When he was younger, Ace was nearly crushed by being left in a car that criminals tried to compact to rid of the bodies. His unconscious father, dead mother, and their supposedly unconscious son. He was crushed.
Saved by some hero who he never got the pleasure of meeting. Ace wakes up in a hospital bed with no fatal injuries, but many, many others. Not so minor but not entirely major.
His skull was fine, his heart beating (thanks to a pacemaker) and could feel his nervous system reacting to what little movements he could make. However, Ace felt…fake.
As soon as he woke, his hands stroking past his sheets and blankets felt as if he was wearing gloves. However, this had some exceptions. He kept his thumb, index and middle finger on his right hand and ring and pinky on his left.
The others were chunks of plastic only regarding the shape of what was lost. The same went for Ace‘s palms, left foot, right thigh and all over his body. He was only half of what he was and needed an upgrade.
Not long after leaving the hospital, he changed his direction of lifestyle entirely and only wanted to discover revenge for people who couldn’t fight back. Ace would soon go on to invest in cybernetic upgrades to replace the immovable placeholders he had instead, drastically improving his way of living, ironically.
Ace would take in a direct link to the internet inside his mind, fists that could kill in one blow, a pacemaker to result in unlimited stamina, and a shell of armour he disguises as a suit for company.
But that’s getting ahead a bit too far. This takes place when Ace was 19, and still learning and earning his licences. Not that his superior wasn’t gorgeous, to start with, but a good while into his course is when she captured his attention.
28, Scarlet Red was a very professional but cheeky woman unknown to the fact of how Ace’s heart beats for her. He was very shy so you couldn’t blame her for not catching on.
Scarlet’s red hair was often tied in a bun during times of company, with the front parted behind her right ear and hanging freely to the left side of her face. And all hours were hours of company to her.
Scarlet wasn’t all the time serious she was quite funny and had mastered both dark and dry comedy. Perhaps that’s what drew out his love for her. Either that or her slender but mature figure, tanned skin and double D’s, or the fact that she’s full-bodied.
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Ace tugs on her shirt sleeve as she leads down the hall toward the office. “Huh?” Scarlet turns to him with an eyebrow raised, wondering what could be on his mind. Maybe he had trouble with the joke he just told. She sometimes had to explain the punchline, but for some reason, that only made it funnier to him.
“Could I…have a minute?” Ace asks her nervously. “Yeah, sure,” she tells him. “No need to ask, go for it.” Scarlet turns to the office door. “No,” he panics and tugs on her jacket harshly. “Hey,” she appears confused. “The both of us,” he explains.
The two meet in the office kitchen, alone since lunch had just passed. The only problem was to watch out for people fetching a cup of tea. Ace drops his arms and his heart beats and beats faster, proving difficult to control his breath.
“Well,” Scarlet waits. “Out with it, man,” she bumps his shoulder with an open palm and smiles with a look of expectation, wondering what was running through his mind.
“I…” Ace fails to form a comprehensive sentence as he jumps from phrase to phrase about what he wants to confess. “Well-, You-, I- Hmm…” “Come on,” Scarlet remains patient with him and comforts his pulsating mind with her friendly manner.
“I’m your teacher,” she admits. “I’m your friend. You can tell me anything.” The two stand in silence for a bit when someone walks in for a coffee. The kettle boils while they stand in silence as he mixes dry ingredients.
“What’re you two up to, eh?” they ask. “Nothing too bad,” she smiles at the random. Ace smiles back and they continue waiting until he’s gone. The guy pours his water, his milk and heads out the door. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
“That’s just it,” Ace begins. His thoughts are still scattered but manages to string something together. “You’re my teacher, partner, and friend. I can’t tell you everything because I never want to ruin that. But the bravery you show so heavily in your profession will cause me to take a risk.”
“Wha-?” Scarlet backs up a bit but he grabs her hands. “I can’t tell you everything because I don’t want to lose you,” Ace confesses. “But I have to tell you some things for the same reason.”
Ace gulps down his embarrassment, shyness and silent behaviour to make his stance clear. “Every time I see you now, it sends me through some kind of havocious and critical…thinking. Like some kind of storm or something where I can’t shake you off my mind.”
“It’s dumb,” he tells her. “I know you’re looking for a new husband now, and I’ve got no shot. But I just want you to know where I stand. I can’t really keep it secret anymore, that you creep into my dreams most nights.”
Akira lets her hands-free and hides his eyes in his palms. “I’ve never felt the same in all my 19 years. Thoughts of you flood my mind and ease away all the stress, pain, and heartache I’ve been through until this point. And I’m sure you know what I mean. But…”
Scarlet stands there, not sure what to say, and stares at the ground with a sorrowful look. “But?” she asks. Ace shrugs his shoulders. “But…I love you…”
You could hear a pin drop with how silent the atmosphere was after that.
Scarlet looks up to him and sees him hiding his face, apologising. “I…I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeats. She pushes up a half smile, not that he could see it, but she was impressed with his confession. “Havocious?” she giggles.
“I- I don’t know,” Ace shrugs his shoulders. He feels her lips touch his cheek, and his heart stops when she kisses him. She pulls away and swings her arms behind her back. He drops his hands and looks away, sometimes looking back to meet her eyes.
“You can’t even look at me,” she jokes. “Uh…Sorry…” Ace doesn’t move, still bewildered at how things have worked out. “Next time you see me, tell me how your heart beats. Then I’ll decide if I want you or not.”
She leaves out of the kitchen and into the offices, leaving Ace dumbfounded.
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Ace spends the weekend alone in his room, staring at his stack of unfinished work and just thinking. Of course, thinking of her. ‘Tell me how your heart beats,’ she said. “Well,” Ace whispers to himself. “Ever since then, it’s beaten for you.”
Monday comes and he’s paired with someone else. Someone much more attractive and easy but his mind was fixated. Scarlet had another mission out of town and won’t be back for a while.
The week passes. The month passes. Another. And another. Finally, he hears she’ll be making her return and she was celebrating her success by throwing a party at hers. Ace goes but he waits outside, unknown to anyone of his presence.
The party rages for hours and hours, well into the night. Laughter and music and it sounds like a good time. Nothing Ace would concern himself with though.
He looks at his phone and yawns, utterly exhausted. 2:15 it read. Ace contemplates going home when the laughter stops, the music stops and a final cheer blasts out from her windows.
Scarlet lived in a home swell enough to embarrass Clifford at its size, and it was very expensive to maintain. With large gardens, fountains, expensive building materials, and bulletproof glass to name a few features.
Not that Ace didn’t have more land to express himself freely, but it was still uniquely designed and complimented her bold, gorgeous, intelligent personality.
People begin leaving. They hug and kiss her goodbye while Ace waits off her property and hides behind a hedge. A minute passes and the coast is clear. She stands waving off her last visitors until they’re well out of sight, and then Ace moves out.
Scarlet smiles them away and readies to close her door and continue watching the 5th season of Sherlock. But she notices Ace’s figure from afar. Nervous of who it was, she slams the door shut and stares through the blinds right next to her.
Walking closer, Ace holds his arms up to show he’s no threat, He walks closer with a smile on his face and a nervousness to meet her again. Scarlet looks on and is surprised when she makes out who it is. A smile slowly transitions to her face to mirror his.
‘She must’ve missed me too,’ Ace thinks to himself. ‘Eh. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.’ Scarlet unlocks the door and extends her arm, welcoming him in. “Jump on the couch, I’ll make you some tea.”
Ace walks in and waits on her couch, ready to tell her this time. “How come you didn’t show?” Scarlet asks him as she brings in a drink for the two of them.
“Thank you,” he takes his cup from her hand. “Hot.” Ace watches as she has her back turned and moves to her couch. “Well… It’s not my thing,” he chuckles nervously. “Makes sense,” she smiles. “It’s not for everyone.”
Scarlet blows her tea and sips. “It is hot,” she giggles. She brings her attention to the TV and scrolls through her Recently Viewed. Some… interesting stuff in there. “Sorry,” she tells him. “I’m not sure what you’d like.”
“Oh, anything,” Ace tells her, nervous to follow up on his confession to her. “Well,” she starts. “There’s a new episode of Nightwatch, in case you’ve ever heard of that. It’s starting to get good.”
Ace doesn’t answer and stares blankly into his cup. “It’s still the same,” he admits. “Sorry?” Scarlet questions. “My heart,” he tells her. It takes her a second but she understands. “Oh,” she comes to a whisper.
She smiles over to him, “Get over here.” The invite to her side sends shivers through his body, and he looks up to see her patting down the cushion next to her with a quaint smile. The look was enough to send him into a fit.
“Uh…” Ace, reserved, breaks through his irrational fear of being turned away and gets up to join her on the couch. He sits and places his cup atop the coffee table “H-Hey…”
Scarlet places her hands on his closest lap. “Your heart still beats for me, huh? After all this time.” Ace looks down and nods his head. She kisses his cheek once more.
She pulls back and takes a deep breath. “We’ll see how we go by the end of the night.” Scarlet grabs her remote and continues an episode of Nightwatch. “I’m on season two so, sorry if you haven’t seen it yet. It’s not that important, just mindless fun, so you’ll probably like it.”
Ace’s heart races for the rest of the night, wondering what she meant by her statement. Episodes go by. She gets hyped, tugging on Ace’s jacket. She gets sad, blowing in her handkerchief. She gets happy, pumping her fist in the air. She gets awkward, side-eyeing Ace as a sex scene plays on TV. A very graphic one.
Covered in a thick, heavily comfortable blanket now, the two are a lot closer than they started. Their cups are empty and Ace is pressed up next to her, by her doing.
“Aren’t you a bit cold, Ace?” she speaks in a nervous and blushed tone. His heart had kept a bpm of 150, there was no way he wasn’t sweating if he hadn’t lost the ability.
“Not so much,” he chuckles lightly. “I can barely feel it,” he knocks on his steel arm, and his hand twists 360 degrees with a quiet whizz. “Oh,” she hides her face in the blankets. “I am.”
Her glasses were on the shelf, branching to her right from the armrest. Her arms and legs were tucked warmly against her body, feet on the sofa beneath her, crossed. Ace gazes in her direction, his soul taken by her adorable stature and wanting to be hers. All hers.
Ace takes a cushion, gently pulls her away from the armrest, and places it on her right side. “Uh?” Scarlet is taken by surprise at the young man finally making a move. He wedges himself behind her and lets gravity pull him downward.
Ace rests his head on the cushion at her side and implies that she does the same. And she does. They lay spread along the couch and resting on the cushion in a spooning fashion, watching the sex scene on Nightwatch play out.
Scarlet finds herself biting her lip. “Nice,” she says in her soft voice with the slightest hint of a giggle. Ace’s prosthetic pieces do, however, make her colder, but she does appreciate his wondered. Ace begins heating up.
“Huh?” Scarlet sounds. “You’re warming up,” she giggles. “What is this function for?” Ace feels himself smiling, happy that things have come even this far. “I told you,” he says. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while.”
After however many years, Scarlet finally feels the love she fell in love with again. Never did she think it would happen, but here it is. Stronger than ever, and it’s all thanks to one troubled kid.
The episode ends, cutting the sex scene short. “Just when it was getting good,” Ace jokes. They giggle. She reaches for his hand on his side and glides it gently to her front, resting it on her stomach in a warm embrace. “It still is,” she teases. The next episode plays.
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Episode by episode goes by. Season 3 is about to begin but it asks if they’re still watching. Not so much anymore. Ace still lies on his side while Scarlet is on her back looking into his eyes, her hand resting at the back of his neck and kissing his lips.
Inexperienced, Ace lets her take the lead and has his eyes wide open while she does so, while hers are shut tight. She’s giving off little and cute moans. Meanwhile, Ace easily gets up and throbs against her leg.
She pulls away from her kiss and smiles. “Somebody’s keen,” her eyes open. The two stare into each other’s eyes for minutes but it feels like seconds. “Your heart only beats for me?” she asks him, worried for his certainty.
“Easily a year now,” Ace admits. “Okay,” Scarlet stares into his eyes while a smile crawls upon her face. “That’s good enough for me,” she giggles. “Let’s see if your hands do the same.” Scarlet pushes off the blanket and holds his hand tight. She gets up and pulls him off the couch, then leads him upstairs.
Ace can’t help but feel warm for what’s coming, and can’t help but stare at her rump while she leads. Scarlet leads him down a corridor upstairs to the end, where she opens up her gigantic room.
Because it was so dark, he couldn’t make out what it consisted of but there were many things from many places. Elephants, giraffe figures, dreamcatchers, glass structures, but a gigantic bed in the middle that required steps to fall into.
Scarlet takes him up the steps, in much of a hurry, and turns to face him. She wraps her arms around Ace’s waist and falls back. The two falls for a brief moment, but Ace holds out his arms to break his fall while Scarlet bounces beneath him and giggles as his waist drops against hers.
Scarlet wraps her arms around his chest and legs around his waist, she kisses, sucks, bites on his neck, heart beating faster and lust growing to dwarf his. She pulls up the back of his shirt and glides her hands along the smooth, flawless skin of his back.
“You haven’t done this before?” she whispers into his ear before nibbling on the top. “Mh,” Ace whimpers. “No, ma’am.” “But you know how it works, right?” she asks him, concerned at his ability. “I know a few things,” he smiles.
“Good boy,” she tells him. “Let me have it.” The willingness his crush was showing was more than enough to reach his full potential, and he was throbbing against her.
With no time to waste, Ace begins immediately moving into her, still clothed and pushing in slow and deep. “Mmn, I like that,” Scarlet moans. “Passionate.”
Since then, he speeds up and remains under consistent pressure against her, hearing her moans is enough to fuel his undying movement. But mostly that’s thanks to his prosthetics.
“Unf, oouh~, gh, ffffffuuhh~, nng, oh God, Ace,” she moans. “I’m ready for you now.” She wriggles upward with her shoulders and uses her feet to kick her up to her pillow. She reaches up to flick the switch on a cord to a bedside lamp.
Scarlet uses the distance to slide her shorts and underwear past her plump ass and she leaves it as is for him to find. Ace remains kneeling where he is, and reaches to unveil himself to her.
However, Scarlet sits and leans her face against his member. “Let me,” she grabs his hands and pulls them downward to his sides. Scarlet grabs at his jeans and wiggles them downward, ensuring his underwear remains. She passes it by his thighs but her eyes are fixated on what he’s been hiding down there.
“Big,” she says. She doesn’t giggle, doesn’t laugh, she’s hypnotised and loving his size, just by the looks of his bulge. “This thing wasn’t replaced, was it?” she asks semi-seriously.
Ace shakes his head with a smirk. “Fortunately, no.” Scarlet looks up to him and laughs nervously. “Wow,” she rubs his briefs and strokes the thing and redirects her attention to his hidden treasure.
Three bulging orbs, the middle one stretching to the top edge of his briefs and pulsating harshly against its confines. Scarlet rubs her face into them and breathes in deeply. The scent was kind of vanilla candle wax. It was interesting. Ace moves a hand to her head and strokes her radiant red hair.
She pulls away and exhales. “How do they smell so fresh?” she asks him. Embarrassed, Ace turns away. “I’ve lost abilities to sweat.” “If only I could lose mine,” Scarlet giggles. “Nah, I’m clean. Showered before the party, so we’re both ready for each other, huh?”
Scarlet swings her arm around to his backside and hooks a finger between his cheeks. She gently tugs down until the tip of his foreskin bursts out of his pants. She pulls a bit further and the thing throbs forward, skin pulling down to reveal the head of his shaft.
“Mn,” Scarlet moans. She grabs the sides of his briefs and pulls again to his thighs, exposing his freshly shaved seven inches of might and perfectly supple balls. She begins breathing intensely.
“Good god,” she widens her eyes for a moment. “Sorry,” his hands rise to cover his face. “Are you used to bigger?” Scarlet shakes her head silently and leans in with her tongue out.
“Mnf,” Ace moans as Scarlet glides softly up his dick from the base. Her drool drips heavily from her tongue and slides down his balls. She kisses under the ridge of his tip and flicks her tongue across, across, across, across.
“Oouh~,” he bites his lip and holds both sides of her head, throwing his own back and relying on his hips to satisfy him. She takes him into her mouth.
Feeling the inner of Scarlet’s cheeks, her tongue dancing with his tail, Ace pushes slow and deep but carefully. She pulls away and spits on the length, stroking it with her hand and spreading the wetness.
“Let’s see how you do,” she smiles up to him in the dimly lit shadow of the lamp behind her. Scarlet falls back and Ace’s attention is brought to her again. “Good god,” he giggles.
Placing his hands on both of her hips, Ace lowers to kiss her cheek and then her neck, collarbones, the centre of her chest, the side of her stomach and then above her private place.
He notices the skin on her backside was exposed, she was already ready for him. His fingers slip past her shorts and claw around her underwear, and slowly pulls down to reveal her goods.
Scarlet’s pussy was shaved just recently as well. It seems to have been waxed. Lucky guy whoever did that. An elegant-looking vagina – clean, gorgeous, classy, with the scent of a rose.
“Don’t stare,” Scarlet feels herself blush. Ace moves closer and kisses to the side of it, and licks her from bottom to top before pressing into her folds. “Nnf, unf,” she moans. “Gentle, baby.”
Ace stops pressing into her and instead lets his tongue play around her lips and clit without any pressure. “Oouf,” Scarlet moans. “Like that.” She unbuttons her shirt and unclips the middle of her bra, allowing it to break loose.
Scarlet places her hands on his head and grips his charcoal-toned hair. She bites down on her teeth and smiles, eyes closed but facing the roof. “Nnh, oouh~, ahhh, fffh~.” Her sweet sounds keep Ace occupied, and he licks her sweetness to her heart’s content. Her content doesn’t last much longer.
“Ace,” she speaks. “Hm?” he asks, still busy lapping her juice. “Do you want to try penetration?” she questions. He pulls up and leans over her, looking down at her bare chest and shy expression. “If it wouldn’t hurt,” he tells her. “Please,” she giggles. “You’re too sweet.”
Scarlet feels the skin of his cock faintly breezes against her lower. “I’m used to it by now,” she kisses his cheek. “It’s good.” She uses her leg to press his rear and draw him closer.
“Ng,” Ace whines as his penis is dragged up into her pelvis. Scarlet uses her hands to reach his package and strokes it slow and steady until a bubble of precum leaks from his head. She pushes it downward while holding her folds aside, and positions it at the hole between her lips. “On your mark,” she tells him.
“Okay,” Ace nods. He presses into her, showing his love, and her arms fall limp as her toes curl, legs still wrapped around his waist. “Oouuhaaahhhh, yyyeeeeeahh~,” she exhales as Ace whispers back. “Ooh, ffh, oh my god~.”
He begins moving into her, each thrust met with a light convulsion of pleasure – from the both of them. His perfectly straight, uniform, symmetrical, tidy seven inches of manhood was working wonders inside of Scarlet’s body.
Perhaps she should be used to it. Perhaps this shouldn’t be special. Perhaps it was only special because she hadn’t done it in a while. Perhaps it was special because Ace showed her a love she’d never felt. Perhaps it was as strong as her first love. Perhaps it was stronger. One that was certain was that Ace loved her indefinitely. Perhaps he was lying.
Scarlet throws his arms over him and pulls him in tightly. She feels tears welling in her eyes but she casts them away. “I-”, she stops herself before finishing that sentence. “Sorry?” Ace asks, still pumping into her. “Nothing,” she holds him tighter.
His moaning becomes louder in her ear, and she can feel the passion from within every time he delves into her. “It’s good?” Ace asks for reassurance, unsure by the way she’s moaning.
“Mhm,” she quickly nods her head. “More.” Ace increases in speed, the sounds of his tight belly slapping against hers filling the room with erotic sounds of her heated, wet pussy.
Scarlet pulls him in with her legs and tightens her grip at the back of his shirt while she licks and suckles on his neck. Ace continues bouncing into her pull, her enclosed lips around his thick cock, and moving his arms to hug her back.
Both of them embraced each other, both with skin a bright shade of pink, and both of their waists were very attracted to each other. Every inch of their bodies flooded with warmth.
Surrounded by the sounds, feelings, and looks of lust and love, Ace could feel the hearts bouncing off their steamy, very sweaty session. Sweaty for her. Ace nears the brink of orgasm as Scarlet’s sharp fevered breaths fill the bedroom.
“Nngh,” Ace groans in ecstasy. His eyes shut and balls began to pulse. A tiresome throbbing develops at the base of his shaft, signalling his imminent release.
Scarlet’s muscles began to clench around his penetrating limb as he thrust it with vigour into her deep, tightening hole. “Oouhn~,” she moans as their hearts race against each other.
“I’m cumming,” he whimpers, giving fair warning to her. “Inside,” Scarlet tells him. “I want it inside.” Ace clenches Scarlet in his arms as he jerks his hips. “Ah, mn, ahn, ouh, ng,” Scarlet moans under him as she feels herself coming to a climax.
Ace’s cock erupts forcefully, expelling thick ropes of cum inside. Scarlet dips her head back and lurches her hips forward, crying out in bliss, surrendering to the intense explosion of pleasure between her thighs.
Scarlet’s muscles pulse hard and fast around her lover’s member, bathing his cock with her sweet juices, while his pulses harder and faster inside her. Both of them continue throbbing, twitching for what feels like a full minute, just coming down.
Ace could feel it fill her up, as it creeps and seeps out of the walls gripping his meat. “Oouh, Ace,” Scarlet falls limp. “Thank you.” Scarlet melts into the bed, cementing her print in the blanket.
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Ace, 19, lost his virginity that night to his tutor, teacher, friend, and superior, that night. Scarlet, 28. She’s experienced a lot but her best times are spent, admittedly, with virgins. The lust, the love, the speed and the abrupt ending. No virgin has ever made her cum except during her first time. Scarlet hasn’t felt a connection as strong since then. In her case, this makes Ace special.
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Morning comes and the two are reading for another day of work.
“Can’t be on your laurels all the time, Ace, come on,” Scarlet hurries him. “Tea, breakfast, have whatever you want. Just be quick.” Ace hurries downstairs and rushes to her kitchen. “Really?” he asks, already exhausted.
“You’re my guest. Go for it,” she explains with a smile. Ace is gripping his knees, already tired. “You should get an upgrade,” she jokes. He laughs and smiles back at her.
“Does this mean we’re together?” Ace asks her, willing for an answer. She slips on her shoes and drops him a key to lock up the house. “Next time you see me, tell me how your heart beats. Then I’ll decide if I want you or not.”
Scarlet leaves out the door, gets into her vehicle and races off to work. Ace stares at the front door with a smile on his face. He then spins around in victory, whispering “Yes!” to himself.
Ace walks to the fridge and spots the clock above. 9:15 it read. His eyes bulge and his jaw drops to the floor. Late for work and without a ride, Ace shoves a toast in his mouth in traditional fashion and runs to work. What a cruel thing to do. But he still loves her.
-Mother x Yuka
NSFW: yes
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So, this time I have chosen not to upload some of the more risky ones in fear of them being too dark – and, to be fair, they are!