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Tamamo's mind rouses slowly. Sluggish.
Disjointed thoughts steadily gathering together as she rises from darkness until her mind clears enough to notice that she is awake.
Her eyes flutter open, a faint fogginess still clinging to her. A pleasant soreness radiates from her body, exhaustion rapidly fading into alacrity.
A pleasant scent wafts under her nose as her eyes clear enough to note the familiar tapestry of the ceiling above her. That of the same room that she met Narauko in.
Rising into a seated position, she feels a blanket fall down to pool at her hip and notices that she is dressed loosely in one of Narauko's kimonos. She does not feel any embarrassment at the apparent fact that her form was likely exposed to Narauko, and she knows with a certainty that he would have treated her unconscious body with the utmost respect. If anything, she merely finds his kimono to be especially comfortable against her skin for reasons she cannot quite discern.
As that thought lands, her attention is pulled away by movement in her peripheral, and she turns to see Narauko approaching her with a small smile, wearing a simple apron over his usual clothes.
"Hey you, you're finally awake. Trying to cross a border?"
"What?" She whispers, her still foggy mind scrambling to understand his meaning. The border of life and death? That doesn't seem right. Was she that close to death? She doesn't recall, but it feels like an incorrect assumption.
"Nothing," he waves away her confusion with the smile of someone in on a joke no one else understands. "How are you feeling?"
Her eyes close as she casts her senses inwards, carefully cataloguing her body's condition. "I am well," she concludes, her mind finally clearing of fog. With her clarity regained, she is left with a sole question burning in her mind. "What happened?"
He smiles patiently down at her confusion. "What do you remember?"
With furrowed brows, she recalls their fight, searching for her final memory.
"We were fighting. In the air, I hit a Black Flash," her mind trails off there, feeling her new tail and glimpsing the overwhelming sense of power that now infuses her every cell. The feeling of having risen in the hierarchy of life, of having become a greater existence than she was yesterday. It is an invigorating feeling that she notes to examine more thoroughly later.
"I remember the feeling of power flooding in my veins, the ecstasy brought by clarity once more filling my mind. I remember that we were about to clash once more, but as for what happened next... I can not recall." She turns curious eyes upon him. "Did you do something?"
He smirks at her. "Yeah. You were pretty scary at that moment, I wasn't too confident that I could take a punch without melting~. So I opened my Domain, even though I do not like it, and you lost."
He shrugs, as if his words are insignificant, and she can only smile. Only Narauko could act as if a human besting an Ultimate being is something so simple as to be a forgone conclusion.
Granted, she was hardly at her best by then. Her Youki was so drained as to be running on empty. Her Technique had burned through her stamina almost entirely. Even after having been promoted into a higher form of life, she was hardly in a position to utilise said improvement.
But even so, even in such a weakened state and having only just evolved, defeating her should have been no easy feat. He said himself that he felt that he would melt if he blocked her. The difference in life level between an Ultimate being and a High-class being is not something so easily compensated.
That thought brings another forward. "What is your Domain? What did it do to me? And why do you claim to dislike it?"
His smile turns laconic. "In reverse order, I do not like to use my Domain because it feels wrong. Like I am missing something, something important, but I do not know what. It simply feels uncomfortable. Like using your non-dominant hand to write. As for the specifics of my Domain~?" He smirks teasingly down at her and leans close enough to whisper quietly, "That's a secret~."
She huffs at his words but doesn't protest them. Before she can continue their conversation, she is momentarily distracted by their closeness and her attention briefly flickers to his upturned lips. However, he pulls back a moment later, and she follows him with her eyes as he turns back to the other side of the room.
"I figured that you might be hungry when you woke, so I decided to prepare a light snack," he says as he approaches a small, self contained fire burning under a pan that her senses perceive to actually be a barrier made of Cursed Energy.
She then notices that the fire is actually purely illusory and that the pan itself is actually producing its own heat. The fire is clearly decorative, and she can't help the way she smiles at how absurdly fitting it is for him to expend the effort to add such a pointless appeal to aesthetics.
On top of the pan, she notices four small cylinders, each also a construct of Cursed Energy. Without the ability to peer inside of those cylinders and lacking the desire to stand from her comfortable position, she can only ask.
"What exactly are you preparing?" She almost asked when he learned to cook, as such dues are the domain of women, not men, but she holds herself back when she remembers who she is thinking about.
Truthfully, the idea that a man is preparing a meal for her, even a small and simple one, is a rather strange one. Certainly not a concept she would have considered before today, and were it any other man, the oddness of it would leave her suspicious. But since it is Narauko, she can only feel that it is fitting for him to act so domestic. It is certainly not an unpleasant feeling.
Though, that is in large part because of circumstance. Preparing meals is a woman's job, after all. She would feel inadequate if he were to cook for her in normal circumstance. Even if she knows his intention would never be to insult, she would still feel as if he is implying that she is lacking as a woman, incapable of even caring for her mate.
"It is toast in its ultimate form, never before seen in this world," Narauko's cheerful voice drags her out of her introspection and she raises a brow at the boast. An original recipe? She thinks to herself with some manner of interest. "I call them Krümpetsu. Best served with butter."
Definitely not a meal she has ever heard of, making her think that it truly is an original recipe, which is intriguing.
"Butter?" She asks, vaguely recognising the word for what it is but not with enough familiarity to be confident in her knowledge.
He responds by displaying a small handful of said butter without turning back to her, jogging her memory of the item. If she recalls, it is some manner of curd that came from the East a few centuries ago.
"You make it by churning milk and separating the fat on the top from the buttermilk below. Add some salt for flavour and preservation and voila, homemade butter." She listens to his explanation with a small smile, enjoying the simple closeness she feels in this moment. "I did not exactly have any milk on me though, so I had to quickly make a run to the market, but it is the middle of the night so I had to break into a store to get some. I don't know how much milk goes for in currency though, but I can get paid either in coins or gold so I just left some gold behind as payment. Anyway, it's all done now."
Narauko pulls two plates out of his shadow and deposits two circular pieces of dough on each before approaching and sitting beside her.
She accepts the plate he offers her and looks down at this 'krümpetsu'. It mostly looks like toasted bread, only circular and full of small holes on the top. The butter he mentioned is melted on top, dripping down the many holes. The smell hits her, and her stomach churns in realised hunger.
It seems appetising enough, and so she mimics Narauko's actions and picks one up, holding it by the sides between her middle finger and thumb. It squeezes slightly under the pressure of her fingers as she brings it to up to her mouth, taking a cautious bite.
The flavour hits her immediately, nothing extravagant—clearly just the melted butter and nothing else—but when that pleasant enough flavour mixes with the soft, squishy texture of the 'krümpetsu', they combine into a delightful experience for the tongue.
A soft moan involuntarily leaves her throat, making him snicker beside her, but she feels no shame as she silently consumes the rest of her meal, savouring every bite. Before she even realises it, she finds that her plate is empty.
Her eyes turn back to Narauko but her words freeze in her mouth when she notices him simply staring at her with a soft smile on his lips, one full krümpetsu left on his plate.
"Something on my face~?" She asks with a raised brow.
"Nothing," he shakes his head, still smiling easily. "I am just happy to see my effort bring you such visible enjoyment."
A friendly exhale leaves her nose at his words while he picks up his remaining krümpetsu and takes a bite of it.
Getting a mischievous idea, Tamamo leans forward before he can break of his bite and takes a large bite out of the other side of his krümpetsu. Narauko freezes at her closeness, making her smirk inside, and seeing that she has his attention, she quickly swallows her food and then licks her lips as sensually as possible.
"Thanks for the meal~."
"Goddamn," Narauko mutters under his breath, almost too quietly to hear, and she bursts into chittering laughter at the expression on his face.
"You are a vixen," he comments with a wry smile, making her giggle further. At the same time, a thin blade of shadow rises from the floor and cuts his bread in half before transforming into a flat platform to carry and deliver the food to her plate.
She takes him up on the silent offer and begins to nibble at a more sedate pace, finishing together.
Once the last crumb has been swallowed, Narauko collects her plate and draws a quick Script on both of them, causing both plates to flash briefly before returning completely clean—a convenient Spell.
Dropping both plates into his shadow, Narauko perks up as if in realisation and turns an excited grin upon her. "Oh yeah! I just remembered, I got you a gift, well, I got you two gifts because the first didn't really feel gift-y enough."
A fond huff leaves her. "You needn't bring me gifts," she says, though she is pleased on the inside. "As it happens, I also prepared a gift for you."
She finds it rather ironic the way he lights up, surprised. As if he expected to only give and never receive. Her eyes flicker to the scarf loosely hanging from his shoulders—untied and worn like a towel.
She recalls him mentioning how that scarf was the first gift he ever received, and it is only then that she remembers his age, so young. In light of that, she can understand his surprise. He has had neither the experience nor the position to be used to such trivialities.
She is sure that he will tire of gifts eventually. As his position rises, he will continue to receive more and more of them after all.
"You did?" His happy voice once more snaps her out of her thoughts. She watches his expression shift into a smirk, "You needn't bring me gifts."
A soft laughter leaves her as he winks at her before reaching a hand into his sleeve and pulling out a small leather pouch.
"This was my initial gift," he speaks with a smile, always smiling, while offering the small pouch out to her, "Its lack of immediate gratification is why I sought a second."
She takes the offered pouch in one hand and gently pries it open with her other, peaking inside to see a number of small spheres. A niggle of the mind leaves her with an inkling of what she sees, and she follows by picking the pouch up and carefully tilting it, pouring a portion of its contents to pool on her open palm.
"They are seeds," Narauko informs her as she is absorbed in their sight, a bubble of amusement building up in her breast. "I encountered a most beautiful flower once whilst walking with Sukuna on our first mission together. I naturally took some seeds, however, I have found myself incapable of making them bloom. I believe that the true beauty of flowers lies in watching them grow and bloom. Perhaps the difficulty of blooming this particular flower will make it the most beautiful of all? Regardless, I prepared another gift as I am uncertain if these will ever even bloom again."
He is interrupted by her sudden laughter, soft and free. The tilt of his head, oh so familiar, indicates his confusion, failing to understand her mirth yet happy to see her laugh regardless.
"Did I happen to remind you of something?" He asks with a faint smile tugging at his lips, and for a second she wonders if he knows, before realising that he likely just made a reasonable deduction. There are only so many reasons she would be laughing so deeply with no apparent cause.
"I was asked about you recently," Tamamo admits, amusement trailing her every word. She would have waved his query away as something insignificant—as it is insignificant—were it not for her understanding of the curiosity that burns within him. "At that time, I described you as a man who would give a gift of seeds instead of flowers, such that one may watch them bloom."
His smile widens into a grin at her words. "Haha, It seems you know me well then."
She ducks her head, a silent acknowledgement, when her amused smile flattens slightly into a ponderous expression as one memory triggers the following.
"Curiously, I recall that Grand Empress Dowager Shōshi, with whom I was speaking, mentioned that she found my description of your character to be familiar. She mentioned how her late student Murasaki Shikibu once spoke similar words."
"Her again?" Narauko mutters with some faint surprise, and she watches as his expression falls into thoughtfulness. The expression only lasts briefly before he blinks and turns to regard her with a raised brow and sardonic smile. "And how come you're meeting with such a grand figure? I can't imagine that Lady Nariko's position would have been easy to slip into if she were important enough to be meeting with such a person. Have you been politicking~?"
Tamamo rolls her eyes with a smile and waves away his question. "Nothing so grand, just morning tea with some other Ladies too. I am more curious on your apparent relation with Murasaki?"
He shakes his head at her words, and she belatedly returns her gifted seeds to their pouch while he responds. "Nothing so grand," his lips quirk briefly at his mirroring of her words, "It is only that I appear to be getting compared to her somewhat frequently, and I do not know why." His expression then turns pensive as he admits his recent thoughts, "I feel as though I have some manner of connection with her, but as I do not even know what she looks like nor anything of her bar her name, I do not know what such a connection would be."
Seeing his sombre expression, Tamamo shuffles closer to him, moving to sit by his side and lean against him, shoulder to shoulder. "Perhaps you are her reincarnation?" She suggests with mirth, a joke that causes Narauko to laugh much more than the soft exhale she would have expected.
Seeing him turn to face her with brows raised in incredulity and laughter in his eyes, she offers only a shrug and a slight upwards tilt of the lip. "From what I have heard of her ability, such deignings do not appear beyond her."
He huffs an amused breath and shakes his head. A hand falls around her waist and pulls her closer to him, something she does not resist.
"I admit to being unfamiliar with her capabilities, but that is not what made me laugh. It is only that I do, in fact recall memories of my previous incarnation, and I can assure you that I was indeed a man then, as I am now."
Her brows raise at his unexpected admittance, but she doesn't find herself overly surprised. It is hardly as if he would be the first, and it would explain, in part, how his maturity seems beyond his years.
"You recall your previous incarnation?" She asks, for while she is not overly surprised, she is still curious. As while there have been plenty of such cases before, they are still rare.
He ducks his head but waves her curiosity away with his free hand.
"Yes, but it was nothing special. I recall little and care to recall less. I will tell you more later if you wish, but there truly is little to tell. I was basically just a melancholic hermit that only lived twenty something years. Rebirth has rather changed me."
He flashes her a quick grin before pushing the hand not wrapped around her waist into the floor, disappearing into his shadow. She gets the impression that he mislikes thinking of his past incarnation, so she takes his words as they are and pushes her curiosity aside for now.
"Regardless of all of that, I present to you my proper gift." With a grand flourish, including a number of sparkles released with bursts of Cursed Energy, he pulls out a fluffy white fox. "Since the Trickster Fox you seemed so fond of grew into Kon, I decided to make this, a Trickster Fox plushie! The dimensions should be about the same, I even added a talisman inside that generates heat and added another Script to the inner skin that can animate it with limited intelligence. What do you think?"
Narauko's words wash over her as she accepts the stuffed toy with quiet reverence. It truly looks as she remembers his Shikigami to have looked back then. The discrepancies are only minor. The warmth she feels emanating from it seems real, even as it lies motionless in her arms.
She has obviously seen stuffed toys before, but never before has she seen one of such quality. If she could not tell otherwise, she would assume it to be the product of Sorcery, but she can tell that it is not. That it was personally stitched together, created by hand and without the assistance of Sorcery.
"It is beautiful," she whispers to his expectant gaze, making him light up. "How did you make it so seamless? I have naturally been taught how to knit and sew, yet I have never seen such exceptional work. Is there any area in which you lack talent?"
He pause briefly, wearing an expression as if he was caught in a lie, but it only lasts a moment before he is shaking his head with a soft smile. "The quality of arts and crafts is much higher in my memory, so I can't claim credit. I took a class on it when I was in school, I'll show you later if you want?"
"I would very much like to learn," she immediately agrees. Then, putting such thoughts behind her, she hugs the fox close to her breast and leans her head against his chest, smiling contentedly. "Thank you, Narauko. It is perfect."
Her simple thanks hangs in the air as he only responds by leaning deeper against her.
Silence reigns for a time, both simply luxuriating in one another's company. It is a moment of comfort that she finds herself wishing could never end, but alas, such things are fantasy, and soon the wind blows, taking the contented air with it.
"My turn~," Tamamo whispers, tilting her head up from where it rests against his chest to meet his soft eyes.
Not one to be outdone, Narauko tilts his own head down slightly, enough that she feels his warm breath brush against her ear. "Oh~? Has a fox also been prepared for me~?"
A shiver trails down her spine as her lips twist into a hungry smirk, but she holds herself back, for now. A flick of the wrist has her new doll disappear into her storage space and another flick brings about a small, long and thing wooden box.
"Here." She elects to ignore his teasing for now, merely pushing herself away from him enough to be able to face him properly, offering the box with gentle grace. "These are popular among Kitsune, and I felt one would suit you."
Curiosity ignited, Narauko accepts the box and she watches with abrupt trepidation as he pulls off the top, suddenly finding herself nervous. Nerves that immediately drain away when his eyes light up after alighting on his gift.
Betwixt a thumb and forefinger, Narauko pulls out a kiseru, a smoking pipe custom made, black at base and carved with silver engravings of rabbits, deer and wolves.
With a happy—almost childishly so—grin on his face, the kiseru spins through deft fingers once and then again the way it came before turning into a blur as he spins it through his fingers with clear skill. His playing comes to an end by smoothly spinning it into place at his lips whereupon he holds a pose, meeting her eye with a joyful grin.
"I take it that you like your gift~?" She teases him, showing no hint of the satisfaction she feels inside.
"Hell yeah I do," she raises a brow at the strange turn of phrase, but chalks it up to his memories and ignores it. "I feel like a Yakuza."
"Yakuza?" Tamamo asks with brows raised in exasperated amusement.
Narauko straightens up and leans back slightly, grinning as he slides a hand forward in the air, palm down as he drags his response out. "Gangstaaaa~."
She can't say that she truly understands what amuses him so, but his own joy is infectious, so she finds herself laughing with him anyway.
Their laughter settles down soon enough, and Narauko returns his new kiseru to its box and places it aside, sending her a smile. "Thank you for the gift, Tamamo, it's great."
She dips her head in acknowledgement of his thanks, sharing with him a smile that feels special.
However, her smile soon shifts, growing deeper and full of unsaid implication. One of her hands comes up, resting a delicate finger upon her lower lip as if in recollection.
"Ah, but how could that be all?" Tamamo comments, her tone full of faux commiseration and her smile, unsaid words. "Two gifts for one is hardly a far exchange after all."
Noting her tone, Narauko's head tilts in that familiar expression of curiosity, however, when his mouth opens to ask, not a sound comes out as Tamamo's hands rise to the shoulders of the kimono that she wears and gently pushes them aside without hesitation.
Tamamo's smirk deepens as Narauko freezes but for his eyes that flicker down as she leaves herself bare before him. Seeing him in such a state brings her an unexpected amount of satisfaction, and instead on distracting her, the feeling only spurs her forward.
Leaning forward, her palms fall to rest on the floor between them as she slowly, sensually, pulls herself closer to him. The distance was already not far, so it only takes one step of her hands to close it. The next leaves one hand resting against his chest as she pulls herself up to eye level, her other hand moving across his jaw, holding him gently without their eyes ever parting.
Their faces mere centimetres apart, she feels their breaths intermingle as she utters her breathless words.
"I hear you want a fox~?"
He doesn't respond. He doesn't need to. No more words need be said as that final distance is closed and their lips finally meet.
Her eyes close as she feels warmth spread from her lips to suffuse her every cell, and she offers no resistance as one of his arms pulls her waist tight against him, the other resting against her cheek, a mirror of her own on resting on his.
Seconds pass in eternities as every thought that is not in his image fades away, leaving only warmth and light and comfort.
Eventually, they pull apart. Slowly. Reluctantly.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting his, full of affection as their foreheads come to rest together. She feels as if she can see into his Soul, and what makes her flush is not her nudity nor their kiss, but the realisation that the only thing she can see reflected in his eyes, is love.
Narauko
(The rest of this chapter is just smut btw. You won't miss any plot if you wanna skip it)
With the aftertaste of Tamamo's lips on my tongue, I find myself lost in her amber eyes, heat rising through me and clouding any thought that excludes her.
"You're beautiful." The whispered words leave me without thought as I lean forward, claiming her lips once more, chaste but full of building desire.
"I know," she whispers back, a slight teasing tilt to the words, as if she is fondly exasperated by my repetition.
Instinct carries me next, not thought as our lips come together a third time, deeper than before. Our tongues snake out as one, moving in concert with one another and beginning a dance that causes the entire world to fade away.
Our lips only part when her back hits the floor, leaving me leaning over her breathless form, and as she sucks in a lungful of air, my eyes are drawn from the wild splay of her hair to her chest as the action causes her generous breasts to sway hypnotically.
"So beautiful," I mutter as I admire her form, full of generous curves and smooth skin like white jade. Unable and unwanting to hold back, one of my hands moves, sliding up her side, brushing the smooth skin over her ribs, feeling the way her muscles tense and untense, until reaching her glorious peak.
Tamamo's breath hitches, a soft sound that only encourages me to squeeze, gently massaging her soft breast. My fingers almost sink into her, my hand not enough to encompass her entirely. I almost lose myself to the sensation until a gentle pinch of her nipple causes a pitched note to leave her throat.
Meeting her eyes with a smirk on my lips, I note the glaze of list clouding them and the flush of her cheeks, and expression that I do not doubt is mimicked on my own face. Without breaking eye contact, I lower myself to her other teat, sucking the nipple between my lips, pressuring it with a flick of the tongue.
Tamamo bites her lower lip, attempting to withhold a reaction as if I cannot feel her body responding to my touch.
A soft giggle leaves her a moment later—the sound like tinkling chimes—as she brushes back some hair that was hanging in front of my eyes. "Are you a baby~?" She teases, playfully mocking, "You won't find any milk~."
Pulling back, my lips part from her with a pop. Her body tenses again, even as her face withholds reaction, but I only smirk deeper as I lean close and whisper, "Perhaps in the future, that will not hold true~."
Leaning back, I watch with smug satisfaction as her eyes glaze over at my implication, only returning to focus when my hand leaves her delightful breast to start trailing south, brushing over smooth skin as if it is the precious thing in he world.
"Narauko~." My name leaves her, whispered on a breath of need, and our lips meet once more as if they are magnetic.
Her tongue dances with mine, filling my mind with only her taste, her warmth. Her hands push against my chest, pulling my clothes apart in desperation. She quickly gives up on tact and simply pulls them apart, superhuman strength tearing them off of me in an instant and discarding them without care.
Her hands immediately return, pressing against my chest, my abs, then moving to my back, admiring every inch of muscle built from a literal lifetime of work, corded like steel. A moan leaves her, muffled by our kiss, as my fingers reach her clit, brushing past it, two fingers moving in concert to circle it, always close, never touching.
Her back arches, pressing herself against me with want and I answer her, my middle finger pressing down hard as I drag it over her nub. Her nails dig into my back like claws as her entire body tenses against me. Her lips part from mine in a breathless moan as my finger continues moving south, joining my forefinger at her dripping entrance.
Our lips meet again, tongues pressing together with mindless, unsatiable desire. Another moan leaves her as my fingers push into her boiling depths, my thumb moving to her clit, rubbing up and down, gently but with pressure.
They say that half the pleasure of sex is your partners, and I feel that I fully understand that as I watch her expression twist into ecstasy with every curl of my fingers.
As she moans into my mouth, I feel as all of her many tails coil around me, the amazingly fluffy limbs pulling my body tight against her. With her newfound Ultimate strength, I likely couldn't pull away even if I wanted to. Not that I even think about trying.
Tamamo's head snaps back, separating our kiss as a sharp, pitched moan leaves her. When her eyes then return to my own, there is something different about them, the vertical slit of her pupil seems different, predatory.
Uh oh~, I'm in danger~, I think with joy.
Not a second later, my sight blurs for a moment as she flips us over. My hands both reflexively move to her hips as she rises to straddle me, looking down at me with flushed cheeks and hungry eyes.
"I thought the winner got to be on top~?" I tease her, amusement and lust coating my words in equal measure.
"You'll live," she breathes out, barely speaking the words as a soft, delicate hand falls onto my rock hard length, Two of her tails move behind her, pulling the remnants of her clothes away, and for just a moment I am struck still by her beauty, knowing deep in my soul that the image before me, her perfect body that lacks even a single imperfection, will forever be etched into my memory.
I am only pulled from my admiration of her body when she rises, positioning my tip right beneath her entrance. Her eyes lock onto my own as her excitement begins to coat me, and the weight of lust in the air is almost enough to drown us.
With no more patience to spare, Tamamo pushes herself down slightly, causing a groan to leave the both of us, before moving her hand to grip one of her tails. Not a second later, she drops down fully, not hesitating at all to sheathe herself entirely on me.
"Aahhhnnn~," the moan leaves her immediately, long and pitched and full of pleasure, her face rising to the heavens as if in worship of the Gods.
I find myself groaning with her, almost seeing white as pleasure overwhelms me like I have never known. She feels like nothing I have ever known, warm and tight and burning with supernatural pleasure. The difference between human and Kitsune is immediately obvious, the comparison born and cast away in the same breath.
It's almost a fight to not ejaculate immediately, the pleasure is so intense.
Neither of us move right away, simply riding the wave of pleasure together, adjusting to the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way.
Our ragged breathes even out together, and after a long moment of adjustment, our eyes meet again.
The hunger is gone, now. Replaced only by warmth. A quiet, intimate air falling between us as we simply stare into one another's eyes, a moment lasting a lifetime.
No word is spoken, none needed to express their feelings. The weight in the air is enough, the affection in her eyes saying more than any words ever could. Her body starts to move, then. Her hips dragging in slow, gentle circles.
I don't bother holding back a groan of pleasure as she stirs her own insides with my dick.
Her hands fall to me, pressing down on my ribs as she pulls her waist up, biting her lip as her eyes almost cross in pleasure, the sight more intoxicating to me than any wine.
And then she drops back down and another moan breaks free from her control, the sound more erotic than anything I have ever heard.
There is no thought in me as I rush up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and spinning us around once more, pinning her beneath me. Only the desire to hear that sinful sound drives me, pure animal instinct pushing me forward.
Her moans ring out like the most delightful choir—better than any song, an ambrosia to my ears as I thrust into her.
My mouth falls to her neck as her nails carve lines down my back, the sting only adding to the pleasure as her inner walls clench down on me with every hickey sucked into her neck.
Her tails cover us like a warm blanket, holding me so close that I can barely pull out of her an inch, pressing our bodies close together as if she wants us to merge into one.
Her hands pulls me away from her neck so that her lips may meet mine, a desperate need fuelling her. Endless moans pass between our lips as our movements become more and more frantic.
"N-Naraaaahhh~," Tamamo moans into my mouth, desperate, yearning.
Her voice only fuels my desire, the heat from her body overwhelming my mind, leaving me with only her touch, her scent, her voice like aphrodisiac.
"I'm-" I try to speak, but pure pleasure stops me.
"In-inside~!" She almost screams—only quiet because of her lack of breath—understanding my meaning even without words.
As if her words were a command, I immediately bottom out inside of her, filling every inch of her to her womb and ten beyond as I bust, feeling her inner walls clench down on me like a vice as the feeling of my white hot cum painting her womb drags her to her own peak.
A groan full of pleasure leaves my throat as my vision flashes white, Tamamo's own ecstasy echoing louder than my own as we both ride this peak together.
My breath leaves me almost like a physical force as I collapse forward, barely catching myself from falling on top of Tamamo.
As I try to catch my breath, fading from a peak of ecstasy I have never known before, I find myself enraptured by the sight below me. Of Tamamo's sweat slicked body, glistening as her chest heaves with ragged breaths, entrancing me in a sight I could never tire of.
"You," a pant interrupts me, and I swallow to catch my breath. "Are so beautiful."
A silent, breathless laugh leaves her as her eyes meet mine, full of warmth and joy and love. "So you have said." The words are quiet, whispered, too tired to even be teasing.
I just smile at her, and without disconnecting us, I lean down and steal a chaste kiss.
"Now," I let out a deep breath, smirking teasingly down at her. "Again?"
Her returning grin is all the answer I need.
A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
Wooo, first smut! I hate it! Yattaa! =3
Anywho, lmk what you think of the smut, i'm still new to it. Were there any details that you think i missed? anythng that broke your immersion? constructive criticism is welcome, I can't improve if I don't know what I did wrong, and I do not know how to write smut.
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(also, krumpetsu are literally just crumpets but with a japanese accent lol :3)
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