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Falin is in her happy place.
She's with her favorite person, comfortable at home in her favorite clothes, and playing her favorite video game.
Marcille is happily resting up against her and watching as Falin explores Hyrule in Breath of the Wild.
Her girlfriend Marcille often comes home quite tired from her work. She's a doctor and she runs her own private practice, which is a massive amount of work, but Marcille wouldn't want it any other way.
Sometimes, Marcille just wants to spend time with Falin after work. That's how it is tonight.
“There sure are a lot of shrines,” Marcille comments and Falin comes upon yet another one.
“One hundred twenty,” Falin says.
Marcille whistles. “Do you have to get them all to beat the game?”
“Nope! I like to be thorough, though.”
“Zelda is suffering.”
“She's fine,” Falin says with a chuckle.
Marcille sighs in playful exasperation.
Falin particularly loves spending time with her like this because Marcille is genuinely interested in the games she plays. Or at the very least, she tries to be, for Falin.
Their comfy couch keeps them both content to just relax here like this for hours.
Falin enjoys herself, immersed in her game and loving Marcille's company. It takes her a moment to notice when Marcille starts very gently drumming her fingers on her thigh.
Falin looks over at her and Marcille just smiles and gestures for her to keep playing.
With a blink and a smile, Falin returns her attention to the game, paying Marcille no mind. That is, until she feels Marcille's hand creeping closer to her crotch.
This makes Falin blush. Is Marcille in the mood? Typically, Marcille would just say so. Falin would gladly turn off the game for the night and take her to bed. It's happened before.
Marcille remains quiet, though, seemingly just… playing with her.
It's a little distracting, but not so bad as to render Falin unable to play the game as well as usual.
Marcille draws light circles with her fingers against Falin's boxer shorts. Falin collects restless crickets ingame to stock up on stealth potions.
Of course, though, with Marcille caressing her like this, Falin can feel herself slowly growing firm.
Falin looks towards her again and Marcille meets her eyes with such an innocent expression, not at all matching her current actions.
“Don't mind me,” Marcille says quietly.
Falin's face feels hot, but she just hums and reluctantly keeps playing.
It's such a subtle, teasing touch. Soothing.
As she gets firmer, though, she also gets more sensitive. Her loose boxers start to feel tighter on her. Slightly uncomfortable.
Falin pauses the game and squirms a bit in her seat, feeling too shy to look at Marcille right now.
“Let me,” Marcille says, and she unbuttons her fly, and reaches in to touch her, making Falin gasp. She pulls her semi-hard cock out, “better?” Marcille says with a cute tilt of her head.
Falin clears her throat, feeling rather warm. “Um, yeah, th-thanks…”
It's not as if Marcille has never touched her like this. They're both very familiar with each other's body. Falin doesn't feel self conscious or uncomfortable with Marcille seeing her and touching her.
It's the context that's new to her. They're just hanging out on the couch together as Falin plays her game. Marcille is caressing her cock at the same time, which isn't unwelcome, not at all, but it's different.
It's so casual. Marcille is nuzzled up against her and watching the screen while her hand gently strokes her.
Falin tries to keep playing as if she isn't getting a handjob right now, and it's understandably difficult. Any time she tries to bring her attention to Marcille, however, Marcille just insists that she relax and enjoy her game.
Falin lets out a slow breath and starts exploring in game, following the beeping of a nearby shrine. She aims her bow at a distant enemy outpost and takes out the bokoblin sentry with a headshot.
Marcille's fingers daintily slide up and down her shaft. She's got a full boner now and her face feels hot with embarrassment.
A bokoblin spots her and gets her attention, she prepares for combat and easily takes care of the rest of the enemies at the outpost, earning her a chest with some bomb arrows in it. She continues following the shrine radar.
Marcille's soft fingers tug her foreskin downwards to reveal her cock head. Falin holds her breath as Marcille uses a finger to gently circle her hole. Falin leaks some precum and Marcille plays with the little bead of her wetness.
Something about this feels so different from usual. Having her attention divided between playing her favorite game and having her sex caressed is a unique kind of pleasure.
She finally finds the shrine and wastes no time entering it. The momentary screen loading makes all her attention briefly go towards Marcille's hand around her, and she can't help when her cock twitches in her grasp.
Marcille lets out a quiet little chuckle and Falin feels another rush of embarrassment. She's really doing this, huh?
Her attention splits back to the shrine when she enters. It's a combat shrine and she equips some offensive gear before stepping forward and watching the enemy rise from the ground. She's fought these guys plenty of times before, it's routine enough.
The game takes most of her attention during the battle, though in the back of her mind she's enjoying Marcille's touch.
When she expertly defeats the little guardian without a heart lost, Marcille shifts, her hand moving away from Falin's length. Falin doesn't get the chance to question it before Marcille slides down onto the floor, and Falin can't resist a shudder, knowing what that means.
Marcille politely crawls between her legs with a casual smile on her face, before settling down with her face inches away from Falin's cock.
Falin isn't sure if she can focus on her game anymore. She just stays idle in the completed shrine and looks down at Marcille's pretty face. Marcille gets close, but she doesn't touch her yet. Instead she just waits, almost expectantly.
It takes a few moments for Falin to realize Marcille is waiting for her to keep playing the game. Falin sucks in a breath and pulls her eyes away from the tantalizing sight of Marcille on her knees between her legs, and she gets back to her game, collecting the shield from the chest and then taking the spirit orb from the monk.
Marcille's hands are on her again. Falin can see vaguely in her peripheral vision as she strokes her. She opens her menu and picks a side quest to work on. Marcille puts her mouth around her.
Fuck. Fuck . She travels to where the quest is. She talks to the NPC to refresh her memory. Okay, right, she just needs to go find and fight a stone talus.
Marcilles warm, wet mouth envelops her. She lets out a quiet groan when she feels her suck. She gears up and puts a pin on her map where the talus should spawn.
Marcille slowly and methodically sucks her and, god, it feels so good. Her tongue teases that spot just below her cock head- there's the talus.
She gets her bombs and a cobble crusher ready. The boss music begins. First, she fires a bomb arrow at it, blowing up its arm and causing it to fall to the ground. She runs to climb its body and starts hammering away at the ore deposit on its back.
Marcille takes her in deep, Falin feels her tip enter Marcille's throat for just a moment before she backs away for air. The talus shakes and knocks Link off of its back and Falin blinks. She's quite distracted, to say the least.
She continues the fight and Marcille sucks particularly long and hard, making Falin moan. She gets hit by the talus for half of her hearts and she quickly opens the menu to eat some food.
She returns to the battle and focuses as best as she can. She uses another bomb arrow to knock it over. Marcille hums and Falin feels the heavenly vibration practically crawl up her spine.
Marcille's tongue teases her playfully, sliding beneath her foreskin and back out again.
Damn it all, Falin is getting close.
She wails on the talus's ore deposit, now determined to end this fight as soon as possible. A few more cycles of knocking it over and chipping away at its health bar. She's started involuntarily thrusting into Marcille's mouth.
When she finally gets that last hit and the winning fanfare plays, Falin promptly pauses the game and puts her controller aside.
She gently rests her hands on Marcille's head, desperate. Please don't stop . Mercifully, Marcille keeps up her service despite Falin no longer playing the game.
“Mmm… Marcille…” Falin feels those telltale signs of climax. She shuts her eyes, lost in the feeling of her mouth, her soft lips and dainty tongue, the feeling of her breath lightly tickling her. The tantalizing sensation of her sucking.
She's cumming in moments.
“Ah! Aaaaah… Mmmmmm…” She groans, feeling her climax pumping out of her, Marcille's warm mouth still holding her strong.
Falin's heart thumps loud in her ears and she feels hot all over. She doesn't even really notice when Marcille finally releases her and gets up to sit beside her once more. When she catches her breath, heart slowing down, she looks at Marcille with an expression of bewilderment.
Marcille blushes and giggles. “I always sort of wanted to do that for you,” she says. “Thanks for playing along with me. I think I'm ready to go to bed now, I've got a busy day tomorrow.”
Falin just blinks and nods. “Um… Okay. I'll be in bed soon too.”
Marcille kisses her and bids her a good night.
Falin is left thinking about what she might surprise Marcille with, next time they're intimate.