The Sun Also Rises

The very notion that those sexual encounters were supposed to feel pleasurable seemed all but utterly foreign to the woman who sat across from him. Her flushed cheeks so hardly having managed to lessen even despite the pair straying away from that distinctly....unique conversation involving Sebastian and himself and their own way of engaging in that intercourse. Abigail's utter bafflement in regards to how any such encounter could, in any sense, feel pleasant was near...alarming. Was it possible that Abigail had not so much as ever....touched herself? Had she never experienced such a desire to do so? Had she never found herself curious about those sensations? Surely she had felt something when watching a film in which those actors engaged or a book that spoke of a sexual tryst. Perhaps Abigail was, quote simply, the most innocent being Dorian had so ever met at all! Perhaps Arlo had been right to encourage her to seek answers to those questions she so assuredly had. After all, to merely engage in consummation upon their wedding night would have been a decidedly startling experience for the poor woman whom seemed so baffled by even those most basic concepts. Dorian, for near the first time in his life, was so given to wonder just how many women, in the curse of history, had experienced a near....traumatic first night of married life. Young men, after all, were so often encouraged to explore such things in ways women were not. So many of them so often have at least...some idea of just what they desired and how to accomplish it while women were left in the veritable dark. How curious that he had never truly contemplated such things before. How very much a woman so had to hope for a good husband- and how often, he was certain, such things were denied.

Dorian, for now, allowed such thoughts to settle within the back of his mind, his attention entirely upon Abigail once more as the young woman seemed to consider that near plethora of concepts and ideas they had covered within but a single conversation! The young Were's mind, it seemed, remained fixated upon that notion of just how sex was supposed to feel and yet Dorian could so hardly blame her for her clear fascination. That feel after all, was the very reason so many engaged in that activity to begin with! Indeed, were it not for that very feeling there would be far, far less children within the world- of that he was certain. Dorian's words, when they came, were nothing short of gentle once more. The Monarch,in the very least, content to afford Abigail some....idea of how better to prepare herself for just what Arlo desired and she, in turn, seemed wholly willing to offer- albeit it with a notable bafflement.

"It is not unusual, Abigail, to use your own hands upon yourself to give you some understanding of what those touches will feel like. You will discover what you like, where you like it and just how by using your own hands. You will also discover just how....good it feels. I promise. It will take some practice but when you are alone there is no harm in experimenting."

Was it not natural? Men, Dorian was certain, seemed to discover such things about themselves from a decidedly young age. Young women, he was certain, were equally inclined to discover it even if not quote so early. Abigail, perhaps, merely required that...suggestion be offered to her. How very much Arlo surely owed him for this! That conversation of foreplay seemed to provoke another level of thought within the rd-haired woman before she queriedwhether or not that foreplay so always ended in sex. Dorian's head softly shook in response.

"Foreplay can lead to sex if you desire or, or it can simply just be foreplay and nothing more. It does not mean you are going to have sex."

How readily he could see his companion so piecing together that complicated puzzle within her mind. Dorian, until this very moment, so hardly having considered just how many pieces that veritable puzzle had. The Monarch assurance there were any number of methods and positions to be explored only seemed to further conflict the poor woman, his efforts to explain those very things prompting that mention of toys. Abigail, for the briefest of moments, appeared near excited by that prospect before her features seemed to shift into that look of....horrified shock that Dorian had come to believe might remain her near permanent facade if only for the frequency in which it seemed to find her. Her query on whether or not those toys or roleplays might be akin to a sexy version of Mancala so momentarily prompte that near blank look to Dorian's own features. The Fae King so merely blinking in astoundment. Sexy Mancala? Oh heavens.

"No, Mancala is not....quite what I mean. Games of a sexual nature usually involve far less clothing and far more touching."

Then again perhaps Mancala could be....sexy, if one played it without clothing although just how that would work remained to be seen. Dorian's own head shook lightly. Arlo, he was certain, would need to explain those games for himself- if he desired to engage within them. Abigail, in that moment taht followed, so content to question just why anyone had sex to begin with. How very vast such a question was! Dorian, for several long moments, was content to contemplate that very thing. The Monarch was surprised to find that the 'why' of it was....more complex than it seemed. After all, just why a couple had sex held so very many answers. Religion, culture, reproduction, love, want, need, desire, even law could so all exist as reasons behind that sexual engagement. A vampire's inability to reproduce removed but only one of those from the equation. Dorian, in that moment, so strove to answer that question as simply and yet...comprehensively as possible. Abigail, in the wake of it, seemed to fall silent once more. The young woman so clearly contemplating all she had been told before so softly uttering that she simply...no longer knew what to do. Her mind a veritable tangle of conflicting ideals and desires. Dorian's own features so readily softened as the monarch lent forward then to rest his hand but gently upon her knee and draw her attention to himself entirely.

"Darling, you are worrying about what Arlo wants and what society wants and what culture wants and what I have told you, but none of those things matter at all. The single and only thing that matters is what you want. It is your decision and yours alone. Whether you choose to have sex now or wait until you are married- no God will strike you down, no family will disown you, no one will reject you, no matter what you chose. So remove your worry over all of those things and consider what you actually desire. At the end of the day it is what makes you feel the most content."

How easy it was to become...tangled within those worries! Especially when the world held so many ideals and cultures and beliefs- all of which they strove to have you believe. Dorian simply sought to have Abigail step away from those very demands and consider what she alone felt content with. That moment of contemplative silence however so hardly lasted long before her fear at not being good at sex prompted a chuckle from the Fae King. Dorian once more leaning back within his chair, his hands settling upon his lap.

"I promise, you need not worry about being good at it. Everyone is uncertain their first time. You and Arlo will learn together just what you both enjoy the most. Learning together is part of the enjoyment. You will be fine, Abigail. I promise. If I might say anything from my experience of sleeping with a vampire I will say that the sex is excellent- but that they cannot help themselves when it comes to the biting. Especially the first few times. It does not really hurt though."

Dorian Ellington-Aragona