[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett gave her no time to second-guess, reconsider, or overthink her decision; which for Phoebe was a rather smart thing to do. At first the sensation was just odd, the pressure of his cock stretching her only somewhat uncomfortable. But the mild discomfort suddenly transitioned to a sharp pain, causing her to gasp and stiffen beneath him, gripping his shoulders. What was relief for him was painful for her, something she'd expected but wasn't something that could really be prepared for. She kissed him back, in hopes of distracting herself as the pain dulled to an ache, eyes watering slightly and breath coming short. She didn't want him to notice and worry though, quickly buring her face in the crook of his neck so he couldn't see. She was grateful for his slow pace to start, small gasps the only sign of her discomfort as her body adjusted. He might think it imperceptible but that was hardly the case. As he began to speed up the discomfort didn't dissipate but was joined by the distinct sensation of pleasure, each fighting to be most prevalent; a very confusing experience to say the least. But she could tell from his movements and sounds how much he enjoyed it, and that was enough for her in the moment. It would be better next time, she told herself. It would only get better going forward. She was so focused in making sure he could not see her discomfort that she didn't really listen to his question, or rather consider its implications. Phoebe wanted him to reach his end, and simply shook her head against his shoulder. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself