This is a first. Certainly not expected of Liaran, considering how many times he has spurned her advances. She always understood why; it was wrong, inappropriate, knowing his position as First and her as a potential Second. He had trained her since she was young, held himself responsible for her many mistakes. To allow themselves to give in to carnal desires and maintain something romantic would likely cause issues among their clan. Even if Isetriel hadn't rightly cared, knew her feelings for Liaran for years, she could respect his reasons. However, that never stopped her from teasing or trying.

This time, no... This time he takes her with such force, and her hand slips from its grip on his staff and finds refuge on his shoulder. She nearly loses her balance when he steals her in a kiss, but is immediately thankful for his grasp on her hips. There's an audible squeak that forces itself from her nose as he devours her lips, eyes wide a moment. She can feel his cock hard through his pants, prodding insistently into her and it shouldn't be shocking but it is. She would reflect on his denial of her owing success to him, but her mind is immediately clouded by the lust that takes her quickly.

Isetriel moans into his lips, returning the kiss with equal fervor once she settles into it and allows her eyes to shut. Both hands take to his face, slipping forward and tangling in his hair, removing what ties it back with ease so she can take fistfuls of it.

There had been brief pecks in the past, small little kisses that couldn't be judged as... Anything, really. But this... Oh, this. Creators, she has wanted this for so long, and finally getting it has her stomach bottoming out and her pussy clenching in anticipation, already wet at the prospect of what's to come.