You're so pretty!

The night air on her tense muscles was nice, Shinobu had to admit.

It wasn't often that she finished a mission this early. Her crow had told her that there was a small concentration of weak demons near a northwestern village. The village was large, but secluded, so the demons killings weren't very hard to point out. However, those demons were more a side hustle, as her other (rather more important) mission was to hunt down a powerful ranked demon that not a lot of info had been collected on.

This demon was likely to be a member of the Twelve Kazuki, and since Shinobu was quickly climbing the ranks in the core, this was the perfect opportunity to prove herself a worthy candidate for being a hashira. She would admit, though, that she was a bit nervous. This mission did seem a bit more in her sister's range of skill and has little to no information on her prey, which she relied heavily upon so she could properly prepare. But she was nothing if not resilient carried herself onward.

Again, killing the smaller, more weak demons was child's play, and she had finished picking them off with her poisons in less than an hour. Now onto the main course - the demon moon. She had prepared her most potent chemicals for this occasion and wanted to get a good idea of the enemy before she prepared her weapon just yet. After all, she didn't want to use her best material if the demon moon wasn't all they were cracked up to be.

She quickly explored to outskirts of the town looking for a inkling of her next target. Exploring took a whole other hour as the it was hard to find clues when there was still mangled bits and pieces of victims scattered around the woods by the previous demons. She wondered if she'd have to take another day to hunt until she came across something very odd on the trees deep into the wood.

She briefly hovered her fingertips above the cold substance before pressing down gently.

"Frost?" She raised an eyebrow.

Considered that the demons she had killing were more close to the village and didn't harbor such abilities, Shinobu quickly estimated that this was the work of her next target. Following the trail of frozen leaves and grass, she finally stumbled upon the remaining carcass of what appeared to be a young woman, although it was hard to tell as the it was mostly just bone. The sight was nauseating but she pushed the feeling down her throat and reminded herself of her duties. Even after everything she's seen, nothing can truly make her get over the horrid vision of a fresh victim.

She fastened her pace through the tress as she just wanted to get this over with. The faster she did this, the faster she could go home, the faster she could see her sister's, the faster she could become a hashira. The thought of her goals pushed her through the growing scent of blood and iron - she could tell she was getting closer.

Finally, after what seemed like a decade, she reached the end of the icy trail

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but no demon.

'Dammit,' she thought to herself, 'where-'

"Hello there!"

The sound was ****** into her ear from behind. She immediately threw her body as far away as she could to distance herself from its user.

Her eyes quickly caught the sight of her opponent. A man - blond tainted with red on the top, pale skin, towering frame (easily over 6'), and very strange eyes. In his hands he held two closed golden fans, likely his weapon of choice. She didn't fail to notice the red splotches of blood spilled on his attire.

"Hello! Wow so pretty! Hi! What's your name?" He asked with almost a child-like innocence, much to her disgust considering the blood on his clothing.

She straighted herself out before answering.

"Hello, names aren't important. What is important, however is telling me how many victims you've claimed in the nearing town as of now."

It was a small pleasure, but she did like to converse with the demons she was about to slay even if they were blood thirsty monsters. Slaying was more that vicious brutality after all. She wanted to get in touch with what was left of their humanity before they met their end, and it helped her gather any information she would need when giving her following report.

"You're so pretty! And cute too! Are you a hashira?" His face continued to maintain its innocence.

'Of course he skipped over the question' she thought. He was kind of annoying. She sighed before starting again with a frustrated smile.

"You said that already... How about I tell you about myself AFTER you tell me about yourself" She pointed to herself and him accordingly. She didn't want to underestimate him but his naive demeanor was making that difficult.

"Oh okay! Lemme think..." he brought a fan up to rest his chin upon as he searched his mind. If he wasn't a demon, she might of thought he was cute.

"....I'd say that I've eaten about four women from this village - I've only been here about a day or so. You were talking about just this one right? I couldn't even begin to know how many I've eaten so far."

His answer was grotesque but helpful... Wait a minute.. did he say woman? Just woman?

"Woman?"

"Oh yes! Don't get me wrong, I'll eat whoever when I'm hungry, but woman are so much more nutritious!" His eyes brightened at his own words and his smile widened. He continued, "but none of them were even half as beautiful and lovely as you! Now tell me about yourself! Come on now, I'm listening." His fan came up again so he could rest his head against it, intent on listening to her next words.

She swallowed her disgust and hesitantly responded.

"My name is Shinobu Kocho, and I was sent her to slay you - so please don't make this too difficult." She readied her nichirin blade that she had already armed with poison during his long rambling. She was done talking to him.

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'Shit'

She hadn't even thought to check his eyes during her assessment of him, she was distracted by his careless attitude

Upper moon two

TWO?

Now she knew why he was so careless

She knew she was facing an a Twelve Kizuki but how did they not catch that it was an Upper Moon?

She continue to prepare for her attack but this time her attitude was different. She recognized that this was her final stand, and that the chances of her making it out alive were in the negatives. She cursed herself for taking his presence so lightly and foolishly believing she would soon become a hashira.

'I'm sorry Kanae, Kanao, Aoi. I wish I was stronger.'

Right at the moment she was about to strike, she felt cold hands around her waist, gripping from behind. Any oxygen that had been in her lungs was now gone. How had he moved so quickly? She couldn't even see him.

His hands firmly held her, destroying any chance she had of getting away. When her mind finally cleared she resorted to flipping her sword and trying to jab him from behind, and to her surprise it worked.

He released his hold, and she used this opportunity to distance herself again. It was pointless to try running away entirely,if her poison worked she wanted to finish the job and if it didn't he would catch her eventually. She wasn't one to flee in fear.

The flesh around the stab wound in his side was the first to start melting, but the rest of his body was quick to follow suit. What was left of his hands reached up to cup his mutilated face as his eyes had started to spill out. But the sight isn't was startled her.

It was his laugh. How was he laughing if his face was mel-

Her thought was cut short as his hand released himself and he looked up. His face - no his whole body - was pulling itself back together. Her poison, her most powerful one at that, had merely slowed him down. She felt her heart shatter.

"Well that didn't do much, but that's okay! You tried you best. That did really hurt though!"

He disappeared from her vision,  but the sensation of his hands on her waist again replaced it. She felt him tower over her from behind.

"You can make it up to me later."

Her vision went dark.

Shinobu at first believed she was dead. The darkness that had overtaken her sight and the coldness that enveloped her body attested to that. The only thing that went against this theory and the reason she woke up was her breathing.

The moment she regained consciousness she fluttered her eyes open to check out her surroundings. She found herself inside a large room littered with extravagant decoration. There were several tables and stands throw about the room that held up several chests and cases that were also heavily decorated with vibrant color. She wondered what these items held but also wondered who the hell decorated this ugly room. The multicolor overwhelmed her senses and reminded her of -

The memory of what had happened flooded her mind and she shot up out of her resting position on a what appeared to a collection of pillows on the floor.

"Oh your awake! Finally! I wanted to wake you myself but you just looked so peaceful that I couldn't bring myself to do it."

His voice was a constant startle that always threw her off. Annoying. She tried to stand but found that her legs refused to budge so she settle for folding her legs under herself and turned to face him.

He sat on a large pillow that gave the impression of a throne in importance. His chin rested in one palm while his elbow and other hand were set upon either knee. The only difference in his attire from when she had seen him before was that his clothes now appeared to be clean, and he dawned a black crown-like hat with gold trim.

His smile grew when they locked eyes.

"Are you feeling okay? I froze your body a bit to calm you down and was worried that you got hurt."

Calming someone down and making them pass out were two different things but she brushed past this. Why was she still alive? Why didn't he eat her after he had defeated her? Was he going to press her for some kind of information?

It was as if he read her mind.

"It's okay! I'm not going to eat you. You're far too cute to do away with!"

After saying this he rose from his seat and set down his hat. He briskly walked toward her. She quickly reached to her side and was disappointed to find no kitana.

As soon as he reached about a foot in front of her he crouched back down and brought his hand up to her face. Before he could touch her, however, she tried to yank his hand away by his wrist, but this proved to be futile as his hand managed to cup her cheek regardless.

He was far stronger than her, there was no doubting it. Even among humans, her strength was nothing to brag about. She'd never felt so helpless.

He caressed his thumb along the side of her check and seemed to study her face. When he saw her furrow her brow and bare her teeth he laughed.

"What the hell is so funny?" She practically shouted. She was done being calm and collected. She hated not knowing what was going to happen next. Not when her life was on the line.

He ignored her demanding question and continued to look over her facial features while keeping his hand glued to the side of her face.

She was about to shout at him again when his face closed in on hers. At first she'd thought she had died again just from shock alone. But the sensation of his mouth on hers tore her from the sweet relief of death. Before she could even react, he retracted and replaced his mouth with his thumb to run over her soft lips.

She was going to kill him.

She was going to FUCKING kill him.

She launched herself at him with every ounce of strength she could muster. She gripped his throat with both of her unfortunately small hands and threw him to the ground with her weight as her legs still weren't fully recovered.

He had no doubt let this happen however, Shinobu later realized, considering how small and frail she was.

Once she had him pinned she fiercely looked back into his eyes much to her horror.

He still had that same carefree smiled plastered on his face.

It was infuriating.

Although her hands were wrapped around his throat he still managed to speak.

"You're even cuter when you're angry. What a treat!"

He swiftly grabbed her arms and forced her to the side, reversing their positions so that he was pinning her underneath himself. This position was more tense than the prior, however, since his size was far greater than hers.

The position made her feel small and weak. Not that she liked the other much better, but at least before she had some element of dominance. Now she pinned under him, ready for the killing. She was sure this was where she would die.

But he released his hold on her arms, instead deciding to rested his arms next to her head.

"No biting please!"

There was no time to ask any questions before he returned his lips back to hers. She immediately tried to escape by thrashing around under him, but she guessed he didn't much like that as he brought down his hand to wrap around her waist and pressed down.

This earned a pained yelp from her and she quickly settled down to which he removed his claws.

She tried to keep her mouth as still as possible, hoping that the lack of a reaction would make him stop, but it didn't. He continued the assault to her lips, and to her disgust it didn't feel awful. Unlike his hands, his lips were surprisingly warm and gentle against her own. She couldn't help the small tint of red that spread across her cheeks. Why did he say no biting?

Her question was answered by a sharp bite to her bottom lip. The moment she opened her mouth to voice her discomfort his tongue slipped in.

"Hmpphh-"

She could even get a word out as his organ explored the inside of her mouth. His tongue brushed up the side of her own in an attempt to get her to cooperate. When she didn't, he seemed not to care as he continued to barate her tongue with his own.

It was hell. She wanted him off and away from her. She was disgusted and ashamed that this was even happening in the first place.

She pounded her tiny fists against his chest to try to get him off but again settled down as soon as his hand made contact with her waist again. She settled for resting them against his chest.

She would've bitten off his tongue long ago if she wasn't afraid of the repercussions.

Finally, he pulled away from her mouth, a string of saliva keeping them connected. She immediately coughed and took several deep breaths to get air back into her lungs.

His hand found its way to her face again but this time he used it to brush back her hair and hold her in place while he lightly but slowly kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw to her neck.

The words left her mouth before she could stop them

"Don't!"

He stopped and looked up at her flushed face. She wasn't prepared for him to listen and had to quickly gather courage before she could speak again.

"Please don't. Just kill m- hmph-"

Again, he crashed his lips onto hers, this time with more passion and force. He didn't waste anytime and immediately ****** his tongue back into her mouth. She was embarrassed to hear a light moan escape from her mouth.

It felt...

Good

Nonononononononono no. How dare she think like that. She was weak to think like that. Right?

His hands moved from their previous positioning and went straight to the flare of her hips before running down to cup behind her thighs. She felt him part them to rest on either side of his large body.

At first she questioned what he was going to do until she felt his body drop into hers so that there was no space between them anymore. She tried to ignore it when she felt him curl his body up until she felt his crotch on hers.

He groaned into the kiss, taking her aback as this was the first sound he had made since the start of their makeout session.

She shivered as he slowly and gently ground into her with his crotch. She wanted to fight back again but she knew it would end badly. His hands wrapped around her thighs ensured that she couldn't escape, and she was starting to lose oxygen again.

When he did break away from her lips for the third time that night, he pressed about five more quick kisses to her lips before traveling straight down to her neck.

Similar to how he first kissed her, he started out with soft closed-mouth kisses along the side of her neck. However, they quickly turned into loving, soft licks with brief kisses every few seconds.

Shinobu was torn with her feelings. On one hand he was a gruesome demon who could kill her at any moment, but on the other she never knew his mouth and tongue could feel so good. And the grinding wasn't half bad either.

She knew these feeling made her weak, but at this point she didn't much care anymore. There was no chance she could escape, so it was either this or death. She could honestly take either.

She whimpered when she felt him lightly suck and lick at her throat.

"Please..... stop. Please."

One last plea.

He placed one last kiss to her throat before finally lifting his top half away from her, his crotch still grinding into her core as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. She couldn't believed he still held that same content and innocent expression.

She thought he might actually relax until she saw him raise his hands to her uniform and pop open a button.

She regained a bit of her resilience as she brought her hands to his wrists to stop him.

"No" She looked on weakly at him.

"You look cute dressed like this, but I bet you look even better without it." He ground into her one last time before he stopped completely.

He popped open another button, and another. She was helpless to stop him as her hands around his wrists did very little to sway him.

Once he had gotten through every button, he moved to her belt and threw it to the side. He pulled upon her jacket and was disappointed to find her chest bound. He tore through it easily with his claws.

"You won't need this ever again."

The moment her chest fell out from the wrapping he starting removing both her jacket and haori.

"Lift your arms up please!"

She didn't want to cooperate, but there wasn't much she could do. So she did as she was asked and lifted her arms, defeated. He lifted both articles of clothing over and off her head and threw them about.

She immediately raised her arms up to cover her exposed chest.

He allowed her that small comfort for the moment.

His hand hooked around the waistband of her hakama pants. She was too broken and exhausted to object. He slowly brought them down her thighs and losely tugged them free of her ankles, never to be seen again.

The only piece of dignity she had left was her underwear. But he took that away without hesitation and tore them to pieces.

Tears made their way to her eyes as the reality of the situation fully basked on her. But she swallowed them down.

She wasn't going to cry, she wouldn't give him that.

He had already taken so much from her, she wasn't going to give him her tears.

But he didn't seem to want them much as he brought his hand up to her face to wipe them away.

"I can't believe how much you were hiding from me Shinobu! I never want you to wear anything ever again understand?"

What?

He recognized her confusion and chuckled before he removed her hands covering her chest.

She was worried he'd start touching her, but he maintained his hold on her wrists and brought them up to his head.

He forced her fingers to intermingle with his red stained blond locks. He held them there as he lowered his body until his chin rested on her pelvis. He looked up at her like a puppy dog.

She hated dogs.

She turned her head away and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what happened next.

He kissed her lower belly before he moved down.

Her legs were still slightly closed from when he removed her pants, so he had to pry them open again.

She blushed when she could feel him stare at the shameful wetness that had coated her cunt.

She blushed even more when she felt him kiss it.

He slowly dragged his tongue up and down her slit - agonizingly slow. She pinched his hair between her fingers which just spurred him on further.

He moved his lips up to her **** and licked it before taking it between his lips and sucking.

"Ah ~"

She chewed her lip to silence herself.

Although she managed to keep quiet, she couldn't help but buck against his face. The feeling of his tongue was intoxicating.. The sensation made her throw her head back into the pillows on the floor.

Even through her constant fidgeting he continued to suck on her and lick until she was practically suffocating him. He wished she could see how desperate she was for his tongue.

So he stopped.

She looked down to see what the problem was.

Oh

She hadn't even noticed her thighs clamp down on his head. And she had fistfuls of his hair in her hands to force him closer into her sopping heat.

Oh

She let go of everything and laid back onto the floor.

Oh

She brought her hands up to her face and sobbed. What had she become? She was nothing now. Just some shell of a slayer. Some shell of a person.

She didn't want to live anymore.

But these thoughts were interrupted yet again by his tongue on her throbbing cunt.

He continue his same technique as before and pressed several kisses to her ****.

He would occasionally bring his tongue down to her entrance to lick up her gathering wetness before returning back to her ****.

She felt the heat pooling in her core continue to grow.

She didn't care about her voice anymore and weakly whimpered and mewled from the intense pleasure.

Her hands returned to their earlier position covering her chest. Although she doubted covering herself was very effective with his head between her thighs.

The heat in her core was getting to be too much now. Unbearably so.

She'd touched herself in the past but this felt stronger and intense. The warmth of his mouth made her feel like she was melting, and the kisses to her center made her stomach flutter.

She could feel her climax building and about to burst.

Her fingers dug into her skin.

She didn't want to make a fuss, but the feeling was growing to be too much. His mouth refused to give her **** a break, and it was overwhelming her senses.

Finally she came. Hard.

Her hands leapt forward to latch onto his hair and pull him closer. Her thighs quivered around his head as she whimpered loudly.

He continue to lick and suck through it.

When it had subsided and her vision cleared she looked down to see the aftermath.

Again, her hands and legs were wrapped around his head. Her body was also hunched forward, and she was practically sitting in his mouth.

His hands had moved to her *** during her climax to help her grind into his mouth. He was now lapping at the new spilling coming from her core.

She collapsed onto to bedding of pillows, exhausted.

Her body still twitching from cumming so hard.

She was just about to pass out when he grabbed her waist and ****** her upward.

She didn't have much time to prepare as he flipped them over so that she hovered over his head and he layed on his back.

There was even less warning when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her down so that she was completely sitting on his face.

His mouth returned to her ****.

She sighed and ran her hands through his locks before grinding her hips into his eager tongue.

She was going to be here a while.

Shinobu didn't know how many times she had *** that night from Douma's tongue. She barely remembered much about it at all. All she knew was that after several hours, her body quite literally gave out from exhaustion.

He was disappointed since his hunger wasn't quiet satisfied yet, but he enjoyed watching her beautiful face as she slept.

Since that first night, she was to stay in this room - forever.

He informed her of this after she awoke.

"You get to stay in my room from here on out okay? I'll make sure you're fed and cleaned and satisfied! Isn't that nice?" He said with the same. Annoying. Giddy. Smile.

Her fighting spirit had rejuvenated itself while she slept. Sadly, it wasn't nearly as strong as it had been.

"You aren't going to keep me here." She smacked away the hand he had set upon her head. He actually seemed genuinely heartbroken by this.

"Huh? But didn't you have fun last night? We can do that all the time now! And more!"

This time he brought his hand to the small of her back to pull her small frame into his much larger one. He peppered kisses along her lips and cheeks.

She had to admit, the feeling of his tongue had felt other worldly. Even she couldn't bring herself to that level of ecstacy when she touched herself.

She immediately pushed away from him to maintain some decency, but this was already impossible since she was still ***** from before.

He smiled regardless and eyed her hungrily.

"Hell- I could even have a taste right n-"

"Your excellency! The worshippers are here!"

The booming voice had come to her rescue. She tried to push down the part deep inside her that was disappointed by the interruption. He was more evident of his disappointment.

"Oh alright. I'll be coming then."

He turned his head over to her again

"Maybe you can help me with that later as well."

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She quietly sat in his overly decorated room, restless. She should be glad to be away from him, but the stress of waiting for his return was unbearable. Not to mention the shame and guilt she felt from her whorish behavior last night.

As soon as he had left earlier she had tried to find an exit, but it was no use. She attempted to reopen the one he had used, but it appeared to have been sealed back into the wall as all evidence of an opening had vanished.

There had been another door in the room that she thankfully could open, but this only led into a bathroom. At least she could relieve herself when she needed and take a bath. But she would've loved to have her clothes back. She settled for wrapping one of the bathroom towels around herself.

Some food had been left on one of tables, so she munched on that while she brainstormed.

How was she going to get out of here?

She deduced that he wasn't going to kill her since he seemed to want to keep her as some sort of pet. But that could easily change at any moment. He didn't appear to be the most stable despite his unfaltering smile.

Dear God she was bored. Her stomach churned in anticipation and she shivered from the coldness enveloping this room. She hated waiting.

She still had a hard time believing she was alive and in this situation.

Despite the delicacy of the walls, they were heavily built and couldn't simply be broken into. There wasn't even a single window! She was trapped in this bright, ornate hell.

She decided to sit in his stupid chair. The thing reeked of his scent, but it was at least comfortable.

She didn't know what time it was, but she ended up just going back to sleep. It was better that sitting around waiting.

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A cold hand brushing through her hair awoke her.

She scrunched her eyes before opening them, praying she was imagining things.

She wasn't.

He had taken her place to sit on his large pillowed chair and was straddling her in his lap. Her towel was gone.

An arm was snaked around her waist, and the moment she opened her eyes his hand moved to her face to brush away her hair. He looked fondly into her eyes.

She immediately looked away as she didn't like the intimacy of it, but he quickly hooked her chin to look right back at him.

She maintained the stare only to look angrily into his eyes to show her disproval. His hand rested itself above her pelvis before running up to rub her stomach with the back of his hand as she laid in his lap.

Her hands rested helpless against his chest.

He continued up, brushing past her chest and neck before he got to her cheek and lovingly caressed it. She hated how gentle he was. It was like he was making fun of her.

He slowly brought his lips to hers, sucking them into a kiss.

She didn't want to give in, but it was so warm compared to this freezing room.

He licked at her bottom lip requesting entrance. She didn't want to be bit again so she complied.

His tongue immediately wrapped around her own, pulling it into his mouth. She tried to retreat but he refused to let her escape. As soon as her tongue was pulled a decent way out of her mouth, he removed his lips away from hers, only to wrap them around her tongue, sucking it.

She tried to hide the moan in the back of her throat from the pleasing sensation.

Again, she tried to pull away, but he quickly bit and pulled her tongue with his teeth.

She finally stopped trying to pull away so he retracted his teeth and continued to suck on her tongue, eventually releasing it with a light pop.

She massaged her tongue along the roof of her mouth to sooth the swollen feeling.

His eyes swept over her lazily before he brought his hand back down to her waist, but this time he settled it right below her plump ******.

Her binding from before had kept her tightly wrapped, giving the impression of having no breasts at all; but now she had no such luxury as her bosom spilled nakedly over her frame.

He licked his lips at the sight.

He softly cupped his hand over the swollen flesh, testing the weight.

She turned her head into his shoulder, overcome with embarrassment.

He gradually massaged her with his hand, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her ****** and circling it. The feeling itself wasn't excessively pleasurable, but the meaning behind the action made her blush.

He continued his shameless groping until his mouth grew impatient.

He brought his head down to the flesh right above her breasts and sucked.

She clenched her teeth.

He pressed delicate open-mouth kisses all the way down her rack until he reach her ******.

She shivered when he captured it in his mouth for all of two seconds before he released it and blew.

He gave it a few good licks before he took it back into his mouth.

It was a bit awkward to have him latched onto her ****** like a newborn, but she quickly found comfort in the warmth that came with it. She rubbed her thighs together to try to satisfy some of the uncomfortable aching in her core.

She had hoped that she was sneaky about this, but his perception was infinitely acute. He swiftly brought his hand to her cunt and pressed to her slit.

He ran his middle finger down and over her entrance to collect wetness before bringing it up to her bundle of nerves and circling it.

"Ah ~ o~"

She bucked into his touch.

The embarrassment and his movements on her body heated up her freezing form.

It was as if the room was getting colder by the second.

She clenched her thighs around his hand - she didn't know if it was to stop him or keep him there.

He released and kissed her ****** before moving to the next.

The air that swept over the wet skin was chillingly painful. She curled further into his body to escape it. He rubbed warm circles on the small of her back with hand he used to hold her.

His finger suddenly left her swollen **** in pursuit of her entrance. He rubbed the opening teasingly before entering to the first digit.

She hissed.

Despite being heavily lubricated, she wasn't prepared for such an intrusion and clenched around him in pain.

He removed his mouth from her chest to coo into her ear.

"Shhhh. It's okay. It'll feel really good in a bit so don't worry!"

He pressed in further to his second digit before shoving it in to the knuckle. As much as it hurt, it was nice to have something to fill the emptiness in her aching hole.

He tested the waters by slowly rocking his finger inside her. It was a bit uncomfortable, but after a few strokes she started to rock her hips into it. He was glad.

"Good girl!" He pressed a kiss to her lips and went on with his thrusting.

The feeling was a bit different that having her **** touched, but it was just as nice. Her walls fluttered around him every time he brushed against that special spot within her.

He got her nice and worked up before adding a second finger which also pained her at first, but she recovered far quicker this time.

He quickened his pace just a bit, and she bit her lip at the change in motion. She squeezed around him every time he pulled away as if to prevent him from leaving her heat.

He wrapped his other hand further down her body to encircle her **** again.

She threw her head back with her tongue slightly hanging out while both his hands worked her cunt. Her fists bunched up his shirt.

She could feel her release building.

He added a third finger, and she groaned at the fullness.

She was so close. So fucking close.

She ground her hips down onto his fingers to get more friction. More anything.

****~

She felt so full and sensitive. He ****** even faster.

The moans that escaped her mouth were music to his ears.

"That's it. You're almost there ~ go on."

In a surprising turn of events, she pulled him in to a heated kiss right before she came. She told herself it was to distract from the intensity of her ******, but in reality - she just wanted to taste him while he fucked her with his fingers.

His digits remained inside her as she clenched and throbbed around him. His other hand still circling her bundle so she could ride out her high.

Once it had subsided she collapsed into his chest, lips still connected with his. He pulled away to softly lick the corner of her mouth while he slowly pulled out his ***-soaked fingers.

He brought them up to her mouth and pressed them to her lips. She didn't know what it was at first because her mind was still high so she just parted her lips.

Instant shock filled her when her own taste invaded her mouth. He ****** his hand into into her mouth a few times to transfer every drop possible and tore it away.

She was about to spit it out when he dove for her lips again, tongue first.

He hungrily licked up the *** from the inside of her mouth. His tongue pressed into hers as if to get her to enjoy it herself.

She lazily sucked at his lips and tongue and raised her hands to his hair to pull him in closer.

After finished up the spill in her mouth, he gently pulled away from her mouth, and she gave his bottom lip one last loving lick.

She felt like her brain was fried from pleasure. She could hardly even remember what her name was. Much less why she should leave his warm body.

He swiftly rose and set her limp body down into the cushioned chair with her legs spread wide.

He settled down in front of her and placed his head between her glistening thighs, hands anchored under her bottom to give himself a better angle. Her legs hung over his shoulders.

His tongue ran along the inside of her thighs to the main course.

She grasped a fistful of his hair and eagerly spread her legs wider, awaiting the bliss of his tongue on her heat.

"Ah~ ahhh~"