Oh yeah, it's all coming together

Genevieve continued to ride his fingers as his mouth worked over her breasts, her moans causing his cock to twitch with anticipation. He wondered how she'd sound as he fucked her as hard as she'd wanted him to. If those cries would pitch up and she'd gasp for air.

The whimper made him only want to curl his fingers more and find that spot for her, he tugged at her nipple with his teeth before releasing it, "Come on my fingers."

He lifted his head up again, letting her rub at her clit as he captured her lips again, mouth parted and tongues meeting again as he felt her continue to clamp down on his fingers. His cock throbbed, seemingly close to recovering from his prior orgasm so he could give her everything she wanted.

She'd fully leaned into enjoying prom before then. She'd danced, she'd tried the food, she'd rested with Kronk in the slumber tent, and she'd made sure to connect with her friends. They had paused to look over the star wall as Marian added a quick note of her memories.

It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It was like something out of a dream.

Still, as he asked her if she wanted to leave, she only paused for a small moment before nodding with a smile. It didn't take long to gather their belongings and slip away to head back to his apartment. Then, the heat that had been building slowly began to rise steadily until she could feel the pink in her cheeks.

"As if there was a chance it wouldn't. You're an incredibly thoughtful man Kronk. I've been so lucky to be the recipient of it. And tonight was positively wonderful."

He felt the heat rise to his cheeks slightly at the compliment. He didn't know how he'd managed to luck out with his thoughtfulness and the timing of all of this. He'd gone from wondering if Marian really liked him as much as he liked her, to her being his date for the night and now coming back to his place. "You deserve it." He said simply with a slight shrug of his shoulders as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

As they slipped into his apartment, Kronk took off the cape and the outerwear of his outfit, setting it aside so he could get more comfortable. The boots were next and he sighed, relieved to be out of the layers for a little bit. "I had a lot of fun, but I was definitely starting to sweat under those layers."

But it felt like only a moment later her phone vibrated in her hand again and she found herself smiling down at her phone.

Marian: Oh, I think you should get a say in your uniform. Actually, I think there should be several so you can match each of the parasols. A uniform for each day.

Marian: That's good to know

Marian: I'm a firm believer in good sun protection. I'll make sure to do a very thorough job.

Kronk: Several? I like that idea. Might take some time to try all those on and decide. Hope you're prepared for the potential long night.

Kronk: I'll be thanking you then and later. In whatever way I can.

He sent the last text and shook his head at himself a bit. He was so excited to reply back immediately. Maybe it was just that she was so unavailable most of the time, but whatever it was, it made him want to text her more and more whenever he could.

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Kronk woke up and stared at the ceiling with a groan. Another shared dream night. One he didn't want to wake up from. The last few had worked out pretty well for him. Ended up with some encounters that formed friendships. But this one was different. Dragons, taverns, so many new experiences.

Kronk let himself topple over and empty out fully into Gen's waiting mouth and throat, orgasm coursing through his muscles as his hips bucked and she worked to pull every last drop from him with her mouth and hands. He groaned as she pulled off of him, his eyes staying open to watch Gen wipe the cum and spit from her mouth as they both settled into the sound of their breathing as they both caught their breath.

"You're telling me." Kronk said with a lazily grin, completely spent. "C'mere." He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her up his body until he could press his mouth to hers, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.

His hand moved lower to between her legs, stroking through her wet folds. He pulled back a little bit to smirk and murmur, "I should probably help you out with this." His finger rubbed up against her clit. Though his head was still a bit in a haze from his own orgasm, his fingers worked fine.

She was soaked, he could feel the wetness against the back of his hand and wrist where she'd tried to press her thighs together. It only made him want to fuck her more. For now though, while he recovered, she'd have to settle for his fingers.

The chef slipped a finger past her entrance, feeling the velvety walls clench around the digit, imagining how good it would feel when he could fuck her how she wanted him to. "So wet, just from sucking me off." He grinned as he ducked his head to kiss along her jaw, finger continuing to press against her walls.

"Yeah that's it, fuck yourself on my fingers." Kronk encouraged as he started picking up the pace of his finger before slipping a second one and curling them against her walls.

He could feel his cock begin to stir a bit at the hand that tugged at his hair and the way she used his hand to get off with some of his help. His fingers plunged in as deep as they could go over and over again, twisting and stacking, stretching her further until she was ready for a third.

His mouth moved lower down her neck and dipped to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and working it over with his tongue. His fingers unrelenting as he drew all those noises out from her. She wanted him to take her his way, push him until he lost control and gave it to her good. Hopefully, that would be soon. "Yeah, taking these fingers so well." He murmured against her breast as he continued to use his mouth to push her closer to that edge.

He had to have his own weapons at the ready, a form fitting tunic, a dramatic cape, but he did not aim to outshine the gorgeous elven woman on his arm with any sparkles and glitter and whatever loud outfit he could come up with in this month of June.

Still, getting to dance with the woman he'd matched with writing letters just like they'd done back in February was enough to make a guy have his own kind of butterflies.

They passed through the night, both trying their best to behave themselves, sneaking a touch here or there. Kronk knew that she had to leave later on, and he wanted to make sure that they got a chance to just be together without anyone else around. It's what they'd been texting each other about over the last few months and tonight was the night.

Saying their goodbyes part way into the night once they'd talked to some people and enjoyed the dancing, Kronk led them back towards his apartment, feeling a little too warm for the warm weather they were having. He wasn't quite sure if that was just because he was layered in the summer, or that it was the doing of the woman next to him.

"Tonight's been amazing. Glad my pasty recipe worked." He teased with a grin, still with that little bit of disbelief that his gesture had gone down so well. Guess that just meant Marian was the right person to give them to.

Kronk let himself topple over and empty out fully into Gen's waiting mouth and throat, orgasm coursing through his muscles as his hips bucked and she worked to pull every last drop from him with her mouth and hands. He groaned as she pulled off of him, his eyes staying open to watch Gen wipe the cum and spit from her mouth as they both settled into the sound of their breathing as they both caught their breath.

"You're telling me." Kronk said with a lazily grin, completely spent. "C'mere." He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her up his body until he could press his mouth to hers, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.

His hand moved lower to between her legs, stroking through her wet folds. He pulled back a little bit to smirk and murmur, "I should probably help you out with this." His finger rubbed up against her clit. Though his head was still a bit in a haze from his own orgasm, his fingers worked fine.

She was soaked, he could feel the wetness against the back of his hand and wrist where she'd tried to press her thighs together. It only made him want to fuck her more. For now though, while he recovered, she'd have to settle for his fingers.

The chef slipped a finger past her entrance, feeling the velvety walls clench around the digit, imagining how good it would feel when he could fuck her how she wanted him to. "So wet, just from sucking me off." He grinned as he ducked his head to kiss along her jaw, finger continuing to press against her walls.

She was about to text a reply when Robbie popped up from around the corner asking about food. Typical. With a little bit of regret, she slid her phone back into her pocket and headed into the kitchen to start pulling together the next meal for the boys while Robbie rambled to her about the rest of his day.

It meant it was much later when she was able to settle back in her chair with her cup of tea as the house settled quietly around her.

Marian: I do have several lovely parasols I could lend you, I'm sure you'll look wonderfully stylish.

He had been finishing up folding and putting away the last bit of it when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. His hand tugged it from his pants and he opened the message as quickly as he'd seen it was Marian's name across the screen.

He grinned a bit at her response, knowing it was later in the evening, when he'd get some more flirtatious texts from her without the boys around.

Kronk: I will be your dutiful stylish parasol holder. What's my uniform?

Kronk: I'm very into equal opportunities to put hands to bare skin

Kronk: You can put your hands wherever you'd like ;)

Since they were getting into summer it wasn't likely to be any time soon. But she enjoyed the dream for a moment.

Marian: Spring is my favorite time as well. Although I enjoy a lot of different winter activities, I miss being about to be outside.

Marian: As long as I don't burn. Which I do easily if I forget sunscreen. Even sometimes with sunscreen I end up burning - the curse of the redhead.

Kronk: I do not burn easily, but maybe I'll just have to follow you around with an umbrella

Kronk: And of course, help out rubbing on sunscreen in those hard to reach places ;)

He dragged the conversation into a little more flirtation again as it normally happened. She didn't seem to mind when he did, every now and then she'd indulge in his flirting. He thought about how she felt under his fingertips that other night, what it would be like out in the sunny warmth with her too.

It all seemed so nice and enticing. He wanted that for them this summer at some point. It was hard to say when but, he hoped it would happen.

As she was drawn in against his side, she wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned against him. "I'd love to get some tea with you in the next couple weeks. We have a few more weeks of school anyway, and at this point my job during the day isn't so much teaching as just preventing my students from running out the door, so its a little light on the lesson planning time."

What was the prom theme even? She knew Isabela had mentioned it since she was on the committee, but she had forgotten. Still, she would have to start thinking about it so she could figure out what to go with him.

"Would you like to sit here for a little while? It seems a shame that you come all the way out here and we don't get to enjoy your hard work together."

He hadn't expected her to have time for him to stay but he was pleasantly surprised and nodded, looking down at her with a small grin, "Yeah, I'd love to." He ran his hand along her side gently, not wanting to break off and resettle himself on the bench too soon.

Eventually, he scooped the box into his lap as he moved to sit on the nearby bench and patted the seat next to him. He opened the box again, golden crusts and little letters scored into them looking back at him. "Ladies' choice." He motioned to the box and tilted it towards her to pick the first one. "It'll also help me figure out if I need to tweak the recipe at all. This is my first time making it so if you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them."

She wouldn't betray Marian's confidence and go into exact details of what Marian had said. Girl code and all that, but she was happy to nudge Kronk in her direction. Especially if that meant both Delilah and Marian could be happy!

Honestly, it worked out much better than she'd hoped. It would be less messy and Isabela could go on double dates guilt free.

"It's true, I barely see her too," Isabela said, and it wasn't even much of a lie. Marian was a fairweather attendee of Brunch Babe Brunches. Which was just fine to Isabela at the moment.

"I know she told me she felt too busy." Isabela didn't feel like this was that specific...and after all, it was for the greater good! "Maybe you both need a grand gesture or a night together...you know, prom is coming up. You should ask her!" Isabela encouraged.

"You think she'd say yes if I asked?" The chef said uncharacteristically unsure. He was usually very sure and confident in things like this, but this had all been so different with Marian. This was sort of like old timey courting in a way and that wasn't usually his thing. Part of him though did think he could be romantic for the right person, he was just a little rusty.

"I've been thinking about maybe making her something she really likes, or has mentioned from back home, and asking her to prom that way?" He furrowed his brows together, looking over to Isa again. After all, it worked for his dream self, and he expressed himself best with food. "Is that a big enough gesture?"

Kronk's cock throbbed as she sucked him off, the warmth of her mouth enveloping his shaft which each pass. A soft groan leaving his lips as she pulled off him and replaced her mouth with her hand. Her words sending a jolt of arousal through him.

He went to reply but was cut off by her mouth closing over him again, sliding further down his shaft as another moan left his lips. "Fuck..." He breathed out in almost a whimper, feeling her expert mouth and tongue work him over.

"How could I not..." His hands clenched above his head, trying to keep from moving and be good for the time being. She wanted to work him over until he broke and took her in a frenzy of lust and arousal, he'd do his best to behave for her until that point. "When she can so expertly use that pretty mouth..." He groaned softly, his hips moving up slightly to push further into her mouth as he looked down at her, "When she doesn't think twice about handling my cock..."

Kronk's cock throbbed as she sucked him off, the warmth of her mouth enveloping his shaft which each pass. A soft groan leaving his lips as she pulled off him and replaced her mouth with her hand. Her words sending a jolt of arousal through him.

He went to reply but was cut off by her mouth closing over him again, sliding further down his shaft as another moan left his lips. "Fuck..." He breathed out in almost a whimper, feeling her expert mouth and tongue work him over.

"How could I not..." His hands clenched above his head, trying to keep from moving and be good for the time being. She wanted to work him over until he broke and took her in a frenzy of lust and arousal, he'd do his best to behave for her until that point. "When she can so expertly use that pretty mouth..." He groaned softly, his hips moving up slightly to push further into her mouth as he looked down at her, "When she doesn't think twice about handling my cock..."

She'd long ago learned that her own happiness came at the bottom of the priority list.

Marian: I know, I'm sorry. The end of the school year is especially busy, and my neighbor always goes to visit her grandchildren during Spring so she's less available for babysitting.

Marian: She insists that spring is the earliest she will ever go up to 'that place' her daughter lives.

Marian: Because Northern England is considered the back of beyond, clearly. Don't even mention Scotland to her.

Hopefully the story would make him smile a little. It was the least she could do.

Kronk: Oh its okay, I'll take what I can get. I know end of the school year can be a lot.

Kronk: I don't know if I can blame her. I can be pretty warm in general, good for cuddling but I still don't think I'm built for the cold of Swynlake winters. I'm much more of a summer and spring guy.

Kronk smiled to himself a bit, tossing in that cuddling bit was a calculated move. He wouldn't mind a cuddle with a certain redhead.

His story was a little curious, and she stepped closer. After all, practicing a new recipe seemed normal for him. But - wait...

Glancing inside the open box, she gasped.

Prom. They said prom. And he'd been waiting for her. With a gift of something she'd mentioned loving.

"Oh yes! Yes I'd love to go to prom with you! That's so sweet, oh my gosh, I love this so much." Beaming upa t him, she wished she could throw her arms around him to give him a hug, but the box itself was still in the way. Instead, she reached over to lay her hand on top of his giving it a small squeeze.

He felt her hand on top of his as he closed the box again and it made him want to toss the box aside completely so he could get more of her touch after all these weeks of barely being able to say more than a passing hello.

Kronk instead shifted the large box to one hip and used the hand on his to gently pull her in for a hug, wrapping his arm around her for a side hug since his other side was a little occupied and he wasn't exactly sure if he should be kissing teachers outside the primary school.

"I think we've finally figured out an official day to have another date." He teased gently, hand gently rubbing along her side as the other kept a grip on the box. "Maybe some tea or coffee in the next couple weeks to discuss outfits? Doesn't have to be long, I don't want to take away your summer time with the boys."