The warning he was going to come only made her actions more enthusiastic, head bobbing faster, mouth drawing more into the back and actually trying her throat. Naoto wasn't thinking about much - she didn't when she got into this mood - but something was not... even allowing her to consider the usual limitations she might. She was focused on three things: cum, Chroma... and blood.

The throb on her tongue and lips had her head pushing forward, and breathing through her nose. Her eyes were dazed as he came, her cheeks filling but she was swallowing before they were packed, the new addictive heat rolling down her throat and settling into her stomach. There was an unmistakable wet spot in her pants.

She needed more.