Though Kanji and herself had moved to Lyestellus, there were just some things that couldn't be found in the mountain city. Not that this was peculiar - different regions, different climates, and different wares as a result. Of course, not long after she's arrived had something... odd began again. Apparently, crops had suddenly be stricken as well by some unknown plague and Naoto was more or less forced to return on the Comet.
... But not before pocketing a raspberry truffle with a liquer center mixed in with the sudden abundance of sweet treats. Something Halloween-related she assumed and carried on, riding back without much consideration in any further regards, reading her book without a care. Normally she didn't indulge in horror, but erotica featuring your usual supernatural entities weren't so bad... just mostly.
Off the Comet and onward towards home, she soon arrived emptied handed.
It was a change Kanji had to make, too. He liked his own genre of books and loved the time they shared reading together, the evenings drifting off into a peaceful din. But sometimes those books got a little dirty and as much as he understood why they were like that, he wondered if prismals suffered chafing at least once in their life.
His thoughts were worried lately. He'd been doing what he could to comfort Konoha and Gonta at the Farmstead as their carefully-tended crops rotted away, did what he could to stretch what food they had. For days he let his belly complain as he reduced his own portions, made sure Naoto ate. But he wondered how long even that would last. How long until Lyestellus would be hit?
How soon, perhaps, until people turned on each other...? God.
He heard the door close, the voice call and he turned. The smile was easy to form as he crossed into the living room. All those worries could wait.
"Welcome home! I'll get started on dinner; I was thinkin' ochazuke..."
It was unfortunate that Konoha and Gonta's livelihood was at risk, and it was a wonder if Lyestellus would escape from the issue unscathed, but the would learn in time. They just had to monitor and help their friends survive so long as supplies in the mountains stayed unaffected - or perhaps the easier solution would be to invite them over temporarily. But there was the concern they would bring whatever ailed the crops over...
... hm.
Sitting down on the couch, she took the truffle out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, resuming her novel. After she finished this one, she'd go back to werewolves. Nothing against vampires of course, but she had a slight... biased one could argue. Also, the main leads were being rather insufferable for her liking.
He figured they could all use comfort food right now, and the beauty of the dish is that it takes so few ingredients. An onigiri of mackerel inside, bathing in a cozy, piping hot bowl of kelp and green tea... that sounded exactly like the ticket.
Kanji went to begin the tea- water for her hot drink after a trek in the cold, and the rest for the soup. The mackerel could wait- he wanted it as firm as possible before its sear in olive oil and a little butter.
"How's that book, by the way? I just finished the one I was on this mornin'."
Naoto didn't really want to talk while the truffle was in her mouth, but it was small, and she could roll it into her cheek for a moment.
"Could be better. There are certain... detachments one of the character displays that keeps me disengaged to their relationship."
It had to just be an immortality issue. Too bad, but she supposed after this going back to werebats would be an improvement. Rolling the truffle with her tongue, she pierced the chocolate shell and felt the liquer pour out...
"Ahh, that's a shame." That'd be a sound no, then. He focused then on letting the kelp tea simmer low, all while he fixed her a cup of tea how she liked it.
He crossed into the room with the steaming cup, setting it at the side table. With nobody to ogle them or make any obnoxious display, he was more than happy to press a kiss to her cheek.
"I'll give ya a holler when dinner's up. Kick that book's ass."
Setting the book aside, she didn't even mark her page. On one hand, the sign that she memorized the page she was last one, but on the other, she'd just sort of... set it aside and it dropped close.
She ignored it however; that, and the little drip of liquer escaping the corner of her mouth.
"Sure! I'd never turn down a hand." He brightened as he pulled away, but noted how carelessly she set the book aside. Wow, she definitely wasn't into it. With what she described, he didn't blame her.
Huh... did he smell alcohol and fruit all of a sudden? Someone must be mulling wine or something. Maybe they should do the same after the wedding, have a warm, boozy night.
Kanji rolled up his sleeves and was soon back to work. The pickled vegetables he wanted with it- another way to stockpile food and ensure they wouldn't go completely hungry- were just in the fridge and ready to go. Hmm, but what was left? Cooking the fish, and...
"Wanna do the fish or the rice? I'll take the one you don't." No, really, where was the alcohol smell coming from? And why was he getting goosebumps...?
Naoto didn't say anything when she entered the kitchen; instead, she seemed to just... stand in the doorway, watching his back, either ignoring or not thinking about the streak of liquer still on her lip. She continued to stare, watching him roll up his sleeves, watching the way his muscles moved as he did... but her attention drew up towards his neck.
She ran a tongue over her new fangs.
"The meat... if possible...~" Pressing against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands pressed against his stomach, traveling over his pants' hem with a finger trailing over his zipper and groin.
Normally he wouldn't have thought of it. But his goosebumps were right. Call it a hunch a moment before, but past experience helped him learn when he was being hunted.
It did nothing for him tonight either way.
Kanji's body went rigid with the arms around his middle, food prep forgotten with hands trailing down his stomach. Puzzle pieces had clicked into place and he shuddered; he wasn't ever getting used to Naoto talking like that.
"...I-I think we can manage that," he managed, but boy did he wish he hadn't croaked it. His hands smoothed down her arms. Maybe this was what they all meant when they called him that arena title...
She would prep some meat alright. Even with his hands over her arms, her fingers found his zipper and pulled out, the long ears usually saved for the Iris or Triple Moons standing tall and listening to each tooth come undone.
It was only the zipper though, but that was enough to let her hand in, and to rub the succulent delight waiting for her their. "I won't distract you too much, will I?"
His ears were keen on the sound, but it was nothing against the loosening of his fly. Pressure was relieved, one that had begun to grow, urged further as her hands slipped within and touched him.
"I-I can only promise to do my best," was the husky reply, his hands briefly laid to rest over the countertop before he'd challenge himself: He needed to prepare dinner with a considerable handicap.
He just had to hope he wouldn't burn anything... but what kind of house-husband would he be if he did!?
Now she unbuttoned his fly and eased his growing erection out, wrapping her hand around the base. As always, it felt thick and throbbed in her palm... hot from blood already coursing through it. Naoto felt her tongue brush a fang again, but she wouldn't do that - not there.
It wouldn't stop her though from slipping around and settling between him and the counter, ears down to avoid any cooking mishaps, but her newly grown and larger wings quivering on her back. She was level with his cock, stroking it faster, but not yet... even if her mouth was watering, but she wanted to see him beading up.
It started in the ears and worked its way down, a full-bodied, shameless tingle. Those two words... he'd never get enough of them. With warm fingers far softer than his own, he was wrapped in her palm, and Kanji was for a breath lost; keenly aware that the present crisis had led to a stretch of self-neglect. He felt himself ache.
His fingers trembled as he got together the mackerel, continuing with his task. Prep it, dry it off, let it cook in a little olive oil and herbs... just enough to tenderize their meal and lead to a c-crispy... crispy...
Kanji whimpered as she stroked him, his mouth feeling unbearably dry as he scraped together the resolve to set the fish in the pan. He was so fuckin' glad he was working on something simple.
The sizzle could mask a softer groan, distant gaze falling closed as a hand moved to stroke one of her ears. There, like a little silvery pearl just inches from her lips, grew that warm pre-cum that wouldn't be long in threatening to run down along the length of his shaft.
Mmm, she heard the sizzle and could smell the prepped mackerel as it began to cook. It smelled wonderful; she couldn't wait to partake...
... but another smell came to her nose and drew her closer to his tip, her eyes focusing in. Pre-cum emerging from his tip and growing, but she opened her lips and licked it away, trying to spread the flavor around her mouth before swallowing.
And yet, that was difficult to do. So, so... difficult; and her lips pressed upon his tip before she began to pepper them down his length, eyes bright and loins burning as she reveled in the taste and smell. If only she'd gotten his sac out too, but she could still lap at his shaft as it rubbed against her face.
Delicate preparation methods abound: He had to make sure nothing burned, all while checking everyone over one-handed; he wouldn't dare withdraw the other that touched her so tenderly, running through the tentacles.
Her lips were warm yet a salve against heated skin, his member beating a steady rhythm and his breaths growing unsteady. A thought flooded to mind: How quickly could he lift her up and take her, here in the kitchen? But pride sang strong, as that would lead to a potentially grumpy Iris denied a game, and dinner would be ruined.
So instead he just managed to turn the fish over before he grit his teeth, thighs quivering.
"F-few minutes," he growled, all but slamming down the kitchen chopsticks upon the counter. It'd free the palm to join his other atop her head.
"Y-you're torturin' me..." The sensations were incredible, such a tease by lips and tongue as he'd gone rigid under her ministrations. Despite his very best, he still couldn't help the way his hips gently pumped, stroking a needy length against attentive lips.
He might note there were fewer tentacles - almost like she'd only partially changed or adapted other features first. It happened - seemed to happen to her - every odd month.
But was there really a time to linger on such detail?
Giggling when he hit the counter, her mouth wrapped around the head and she proceeded to suckling, pushing and pulling, taking him up almost to her throat before pulling away, and his hand only encouraged. Torturing? She was sure given how his hips rocked, but it was suffering to her. So close, but she didn't want to bite down here. She'd miss out on something else if that happened; taking him in a little further and almost into her throat would be something new so maybe he wouldn't think about it.
No time to linger on blessings and gods. More tentacles, fewer or none at all, Naoto was still Naoto. And she always seemed to have a new way to throw him off his game.
He slid past her lips and he shivered, a shot of pre-cum painting her tongue. He wasn't sure how he managed, but he thought better of letting the fish remain on the burner. A quick flick of the stove's knob later, and Kanji left things to residual heat, letting things gently finish while he felt himself feeling quite soundly the opposite.
She took him in so deeply and he could swear something felt... different. Yet as he swallowed, fought to wet his mouth again, he couldn't form much in the way of thought:
"Gonna come-" God, it was too much. He hadn't touched himself in far too long and the spontaneity had thrown him for a wide loop. His mind spun as he hung his head, gasps for breath broken into not-so-soft groans. They didn't use the kitchen enough for this, did they? How many times did he peek at her backside while she checked the contents of the crockpot in the oven, or saw just a couple inches of bared collarbone beneath a stray speck of flour on the cheek? He wondered if- not IF, but how often- she thought the same way...?
The lights popped behind his eyelids when that climax tore through him, his outcry higher, more breathless than usual, his hips jerking once as his grip went firm atop her head. His seed was thicker tonight, potent... poor boy was perhaps more than a little backed up as he neatly filled her mouth.
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.
With fire chroma charged somewhere in his core, his breaths brought with it plumes of warm steam. The fingers of his wings trembled against his shoulders as he felt his climax ebbing, sense returning to his head, his spare limbs more than prepared to grab hold of this very frisky Iris. She was a hell of a sight, especially like this... he couldn't take it anymore.
"C'mere," he purred, his fingers trailing over her head, down to trace along hers. He reached for her hands to guide her upright as his wing claws were far less subtle, set against the hem of her pants.
"I'd be a real bastard to leave ya hungry..." The claws curled, and set to the button and fly, muscle taut in tugging everything down. Off... these pants needed off. They didn't need a table or even these counters. As his arms opened and his gaze had turned smokier, his body all but screamed his impatience. There was no time to get naked; they'd only need enough bared to feast upon each other.
She swallowed every drop and looked up at him with her semi-glazed eyes, smiling and licking her lips. It looked like he was in a state too - good, that would make feeding so much easier. Rubbing against his hand, she allowed herself to be aided back to her feed, sighing when she felt his winged claws on her pants. Her own wings flapped in anticipation.
"But you wouldn't dare..." she whispered, not even stopping his efforts to take her pants off. It spread what arousal she had upon her inner thighs, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. No, she was just stepped into his arms to press against him, staring at him, legs parting to rub against his cock as she spoke again, purple eyes blazing. "Feed me~"
She knew him all too well. Especially in the present crisis, there was no excuse to leave anyone wanting, needing, hungering. With eyes a blazing purple, soaked thighs settling against the hips and all her heat running a demanding trail up and down his erection, she knew exactly how to set his blood on fire.
He lifted her upon her command, lined her up. His answer came in the form of a hard kiss, quenching and sharing unbearable heat as he drove his cock inside, still slick from her saliva from tip to hilt, until his bared skin was flush with hers. There he briefly shuddered, still tender from his climax but relieved to fill her again.
Naoto couldn't wait, and neither could he. Balanced in four limbs, he was able to work into her with ease, hardly drawing out halfway before a strong thrust connected them again and again.
Her heart was thrumming when he picked her up and it was a challenge letting him hilt himself inside her, but worth it. She kissed him back, hard, new fangs accidentally catching his lip to draw a little blood...
... but that made her thighs press hard against him, and her nails dug into her back in order to latch onto him. He could still rock her, but she was focused - her goal was so close. Gasping as she parted from his mouth, she panted before kissing him again... and again, moving down his chin, ears quivering as she heard his pulse, neared his throat, and soon, felt his vein pumping beneath her lips.
Just as hungry as he, and he tasted his own blood. Despite it all he didn't seem to mind; chroma would only seal it in moments. His focus was on being such a gracious host...
She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
He was lost in it, but she was aware, her mouth salivating the faster he worked - the more his blood pumped. Her lips pressed again, again, and again, sucking, nipping, and she gasped to keep him going until...
She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
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... But not before pocketing a raspberry truffle with a liquer center mixed in with the sudden abundance of sweet treats. Something Halloween-related she assumed and carried on, riding back without much consideration in any further regards, reading her book without a care. Normally she didn't indulge in horror, but erotica featuring your usual supernatural entities weren't so bad... just mostly.
Off the Comet and onward towards home, she soon arrived emptied handed.
"I'm home, Kanji-kun."
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His thoughts were worried lately. He'd been doing what he could to comfort Konoha and Gonta at the Farmstead as their carefully-tended crops rotted away, did what he could to stretch what food they had. For days he let his belly complain as he reduced his own portions, made sure Naoto ate. But he wondered how long even that would last. How long until Lyestellus would be hit?
How soon, perhaps, until people turned on each other...? God.
He heard the door close, the voice call and he turned. The smile was easy to form as he crossed into the living room. All those worries could wait.
"Welcome home! I'll get started on dinner; I was thinkin' ochazuke..."
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It was unfortunate that Konoha and Gonta's livelihood was at risk, and it was a wonder if Lyestellus would escape from the issue unscathed, but the would learn in time. They just had to monitor and help their friends survive so long as supplies in the mountains stayed unaffected - or perhaps the easier solution would be to invite them over temporarily. But there was the concern they would bring whatever ailed the crops over...
... hm.
Sitting down on the couch, she took the truffle out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, resuming her novel. After she finished this one, she'd go back to werewolves. Nothing against vampires of course, but she had a slight... biased one could argue. Also, the main leads were being rather insufferable for her liking.
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Kanji went to begin the tea- water for her hot drink after a trek in the cold, and the rest for the soup. The mackerel could wait- he wanted it as firm as possible before its sear in olive oil and a little butter.
"How's that book, by the way? I just finished the one I was on this mornin'."
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"Could be better. There are certain... detachments one of the character displays that keeps me disengaged to their relationship."
It had to just be an immortality issue. Too bad, but she supposed after this going back to werebats would be an improvement. Rolling the truffle with her tongue, she pierced the chocolate shell and felt the liquer pour out...
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He crossed into the room with the steaming cup, setting it at the side table. With nobody to ogle them or make any obnoxious display, he was more than happy to press a kiss to her cheek.
"I'll give ya a holler when dinner's up. Kick that book's ass."
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Setting the book aside, she didn't even mark her page. On one hand, the sign that she memorized the page she was last one, but on the other, she'd just sort of... set it aside and it dropped close.
She ignored it however; that, and the little drip of liquer escaping the corner of her mouth.
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Huh... did he smell alcohol and fruit all of a sudden? Someone must be mulling wine or something. Maybe they should do the same after the wedding, have a warm, boozy night.
Kanji rolled up his sleeves and was soon back to work. The pickled vegetables he wanted with it- another way to stockpile food and ensure they wouldn't go completely hungry- were just in the fridge and ready to go. Hmm, but what was left? Cooking the fish, and...
"Wanna do the fish or the rice? I'll take the one you don't." No, really, where was the alcohol smell coming from? And why was he getting goosebumps...?
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She ran a tongue over her new fangs.
"The meat... if possible...~" Pressing against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands pressed against his stomach, traveling over his pants' hem with a finger trailing over his zipper and groin.
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It did nothing for him tonight either way.
Kanji's body went rigid with the arms around his middle, food prep forgotten with hands trailing down his stomach. Puzzle pieces had clicked into place and he shuddered; he wasn't ever getting used to Naoto talking like that.
"...I-I think we can manage that," he managed, but boy did he wish he hadn't croaked it. His hands smoothed down her arms. Maybe this was what they all meant when they called him that arena title...
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She would prep some meat alright. Even with his hands over her arms, her fingers found his zipper and pulled out, the long ears usually saved for the Iris or Triple Moons standing tall and listening to each tooth come undone.
It was only the zipper though, but that was enough to let her hand in, and to rub the succulent delight waiting for her their. "I won't distract you too much, will I?"
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"I-I can only promise to do my best," was the husky reply, his hands briefly laid to rest over the countertop before he'd challenge himself: He needed to prepare dinner with a considerable handicap.
He just had to hope he wouldn't burn anything... but what kind of house-husband would he be if he did!?
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Now she unbuttoned his fly and eased his growing erection out, wrapping her hand around the base. As always, it felt thick and throbbed in her palm... hot from blood already coursing through it. Naoto felt her tongue brush a fang again, but she wouldn't do that - not there.
It wouldn't stop her though from slipping around and settling between him and the counter, ears down to avoid any cooking mishaps, but her newly grown and larger wings quivering on her back. She was level with his cock, stroking it faster, but not yet... even if her mouth was watering, but she wanted to see him beading up.
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His fingers trembled as he got together the mackerel, continuing with his task. Prep it, dry it off, let it cook in a little olive oil and herbs... just enough to tenderize their meal and lead to a c-crispy... crispy...
Kanji whimpered as she stroked him, his mouth feeling unbearably dry as he scraped together the resolve to set the fish in the pan. He was so fuckin' glad he was working on something simple.
The sizzle could mask a softer groan, distant gaze falling closed as a hand moved to stroke one of her ears. There, like a little silvery pearl just inches from her lips, grew that warm pre-cum that wouldn't be long in threatening to run down along the length of his shaft.
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... but another smell came to her nose and drew her closer to his tip, her eyes focusing in. Pre-cum emerging from his tip and growing, but she opened her lips and licked it away, trying to spread the flavor around her mouth before swallowing.
And yet, that was difficult to do. So, so... difficult; and her lips pressed upon his tip before she began to pepper them down his length, eyes bright and loins burning as she reveled in the taste and smell. If only she'd gotten his sac out too, but she could still lap at his shaft as it rubbed against her face.
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Her lips were warm yet a salve against heated skin, his member beating a steady rhythm and his breaths growing unsteady. A thought flooded to mind: How quickly could he lift her up and take her, here in the kitchen? But pride sang strong, as that would lead to a potentially grumpy Iris denied a game, and dinner would be ruined.
So instead he just managed to turn the fish over before he grit his teeth, thighs quivering.
"F-few minutes," he growled, all but slamming down the kitchen chopsticks upon the counter. It'd free the palm to join his other atop her head.
"Y-you're torturin' me..." The sensations were incredible, such a tease by lips and tongue as he'd gone rigid under her ministrations. Despite his very best, he still couldn't help the way his hips gently pumped, stroking a needy length against attentive lips.
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But was there really a time to linger on such detail?
Giggling when he hit the counter, her mouth wrapped around the head and she proceeded to suckling, pushing and pulling, taking him up almost to her throat before pulling away, and his hand only encouraged. Torturing? She was sure given how his hips rocked, but it was suffering to her. So close, but she didn't want to bite down here. She'd miss out on something else if that happened; taking him in a little further and almost into her throat would be something new so maybe he wouldn't think about it.
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He slid past her lips and he shivered, a shot of pre-cum painting her tongue. He wasn't sure how he managed, but he thought better of letting the fish remain on the burner. A quick flick of the stove's knob later, and Kanji left things to residual heat, letting things gently finish while he felt himself feeling quite soundly the opposite.
She took him in so deeply and he could swear something felt... different. Yet as he swallowed, fought to wet his mouth again, he couldn't form much in the way of thought:
"Gonna come-" God, it was too much. He hadn't touched himself in far too long and the spontaneity had thrown him for a wide loop. His mind spun as he hung his head, gasps for breath broken into not-so-soft groans. They didn't use the kitchen enough for this, did they? How many times did he peek at her backside while she checked the contents of the crockpot in the oven, or saw just a couple inches of bared collarbone beneath a stray speck of flour on the cheek? He wondered if- not IF, but how often- she thought the same way...?
The lights popped behind his eyelids when that climax tore through him, his outcry higher, more breathless than usual, his hips jerking once as his grip went firm atop her head. His seed was thicker tonight, potent... poor boy was perhaps more than a little backed up as he neatly filled her mouth.
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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.
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"C'mere," he purred, his fingers trailing over her head, down to trace along hers. He reached for her hands to guide her upright as his wing claws were far less subtle, set against the hem of her pants.
"I'd be a real bastard to leave ya hungry..." The claws curled, and set to the button and fly, muscle taut in tugging everything down. Off... these pants needed off. They didn't need a table or even these counters. As his arms opened and his gaze had turned smokier, his body all but screamed his impatience. There was no time to get naked; they'd only need enough bared to feast upon each other.
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"But you wouldn't dare..." she whispered, not even stopping his efforts to take her pants off. It spread what arousal she had upon her inner thighs, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. No, she was just stepped into his arms to press against him, staring at him, legs parting to rub against his cock as she spoke again, purple eyes blazing. "Feed me~"
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He lifted her upon her command, lined her up. His answer came in the form of a hard kiss, quenching and sharing unbearable heat as he drove his cock inside, still slick from her saliva from tip to hilt, until his bared skin was flush with hers. There he briefly shuddered, still tender from his climax but relieved to fill her again.
Naoto couldn't wait, and neither could he. Balanced in four limbs, he was able to work into her with ease, hardly drawing out halfway before a strong thrust connected them again and again.
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... but that made her thighs press hard against him, and her nails dug into her back in order to latch onto him. He could still rock her, but she was focused - her goal was so close. Gasping as she parted from his mouth, she panted before kissing him again... and again, moving down his chin, ears quivering as she heard his pulse, neared his throat, and soon, felt his vein pumping beneath her lips.
Right there...
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She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
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She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
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