There is pain, but far more pleasure in it that he might initially think. Isetriel makes no rebuttal to his request, only offering a slight chuckle through a hiss as she slowly begins to lower herself onto him. Her hands take to his shoulders, nails digging moon-like crescents into his skin as he slowly fills her. She can feel him pulse inside of her, hot and wanting and it is the absolute best sensation she has ever experienced. He's so... Thick, gracing every little nerve inside of her where she shivers and moans without realizing.

"I'm fine," She finally says, albeit through trembling words. "I just..."

Need a moment. To adjust. And when the worst of the pressure leaves to make room for nothing but comforting pleasure, she loosens her grip on his shoulders. Isetriel lowers her gaze, shifting so she might steals his lips in yet another long, passionate kiss.

She loves him. Body and soul. Every part of her had yearned so much for him, for years and years and it had only grown painful through the distance between them. That love for him only grows once they have become one, and it is in that beautiful union that she feels the sting of tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. Isetriel takes a sharp inhale through her nose, still kissing him while her hands frame his face gingerly. Slowly, carefully, she begins to move, rolling her hips in lazy circles that cause the water to slosh and splash around them. Even slight friction destroys her, and the attention he gives to her clit makes her cunt twitch and loosen for him. There is a slight squeak from her once he is fully seated, and she can't help but roll into his gestures. The dual sensations are almost too much, and she trembles into him.

This is it. There is absolutely no turning back after this, and she certainly hopes he is ready for what is to come.