This chapter is M rated for M'lemon. *tips fedora*
It was supposed to be included in the last chapter, but after a lot of tinkering and considering, I decided to not to. There wasn't much 'story' in the scene here in my opinion, but you'll be the judge of that.
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-Mahesvara
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Death's Journey: Smokes and Shadows
Chapter 35.2
||A Time for Us||
"There's only one thing more precious than our time and that's who we spend it on."
-Leo Christopher
Another crisis that shared the same magnitude of running out of liquors was he couldn't stand disorders. Not a grand scale disorders, though. It had nothing to do with the balance of life and death, or the equilibrium of good and evil, or anything of the like. But tiny disorders like messy bed sheets spilled on the floor, closed windows and curtains that damped the airless bedroom, not yet vacuumed rugs, sooty floors, dust bunnies, filled trashcans, and so on.
Her clothes were scattered here and there like leaves of autumn, which reminded him how annoying autumn will be when the trees began to shrivel. Oh good Maker, not the brown leaves. He nearly went insane a few years ago, and he made the reminder to at least clear out more trees if he ever going to make another cabin in the woods.
Nonetheless, obvious mess was one thing he'd rather be out of sight, though it rarely was out of mind. Just another reason for him to immediately head towards the bathroom.
But as his hand reached for the round handle, he paused. He could hear the sound of the streaming water, slipping past the frosted glass door. But along with it, nearly drowned by the splish-splashes, were the sweet sighs of she-who-had-been-impatiently-waiting-for-him.
"..." He pushed the sliding door open, and lo' and behold, she wore now a wet, transparent gray shirt sticking to her like a second skin.
Lips parted as moans escaped her flushed throat with a hand underneath the soggy boxer shorts—his boxer shorts—while her other hand had slipped inside her shirt, feeling and kneading her breast as if Seifer wasn't staring at her.
She wasn't even inside the bathtub. Kuroka was sat on the floor with her back against the bathtub's wall while the water and her moans continued to spill out.
"You're kidding me." Was all Seifer could say as the lustrous woman kept on pleasuring herself. "At least take your clothes off..."
"You said you won't be long!" Kuroka protested, glaring at him as he walked over to her. But her expression quickly changed to one of lust. She was extremely sensitive to his scent and without that putrid burnt tobacco stench; it was like an aphrodisiac to her. "A-ah... Shinjiro..."
Her scent, too, was stimulating. It's as noticeable like a flower's fragrance, but he's ignoring it blatantly at them moment.
"And you didn't even turn on the warm water." He said as he shut the water faucet, also paying no attention to Kuroka as she looked up at him, lustful amber eyes brimming with need. Her tails coiled around his legs, snaking beneath his shorts as it climbed up his thigh, but Seifer shook their advances.
"That tickles."
Kuroka pouted. He's being an ass.
'This is fun.' He had always been the one to bring pleasure his partner on or out of the bed. To him, watching their expression change from stubborn vanity to one of desperate lust was more fulfilling than letting them do all the work.
As a plus, it made him came off as generous. It too had evoked many warm fuzzy feelings that inspired plenty to reciprocate.
Not saying a word, he stripped down—partly. Kuroka eyed at his body with shameless longing as he tossed his shirt and shorts (shirtshorts) away.
He dipped in the Jacuzzi, still with his boxer briefs latched on. Added in with his weight, the water overflowed and splashed down the floor, spilling over the rims as he settled down. As he was submerged all the way up to his chest, the young man exhaled loudly in content.
The bathwater was cold, which was good. If he didn't have to 'treat' her, he would've taken an ice bath as it does boost his sore muscles' recovery.
He reopened his almost-colorless eyes as he heard her complaint.
"Ugh... it's cold..." Kuroka whined, staring at the body of water with foreboding look. And then at his crotch. "...Why are you still wearing that thing?"
"Why not? It's not a bathhouse." He cocked his standard expression whenever he's teasing her – or anyone in that regard.
"Take it off nya!"
"You take it off." Seifer said in a childish challenging tune. He didn't get the embarrassment he wanted from her, though. Kuroka instead braved the cold with her eyes fixated sharply on his boxer. "Christ, woman."
Kuroka ignored the pang of light pain knocking her head just like she did to the chilly bathwater. She moved towards him, but before she could put a hand at the rubber of his underwear, Seifer grabbed her wrists.
"Mmnnn—!" she squirmed, evocatively sensual at the sudden grab, biting her tongue as she then glared at him with annoyance. "What?!"
"Didn't say now." Seifer sneered. Before she could rebel, he yanked her hand up, causing her to yelp as more water splashed off the tub.
Her sleek black hair floated as Kuroka landed between his knees, her breasts squeezed against his chest as her face was inches away from his, nose leveled with his prominent jaw. Smirking, he gazed into her amber eyes, focusing on her unique elliptical pupils.
She knew he's toying with her, but this was starting to get torturous for her – even though they barely started.
"What're you waiting for..." she somehow managed to taunt while her breath was getting hotter and brash. "...Fuck me already..."
"You're so hard to read, you know that?" Seifer chuckled. Suddenly his relaxed acerbic tone grew sterner. "Stand up."
After staring at him confusedly, she did as told, guessing what he wanted to do to her. The crystal-clear water dribbled down her drenched clothes, soundly splattering as it joined with the bathwater.
Even with him in a sitting position; his eyes were at the equal height with her chest hugged lovely by the wet shirt. He could see hints of her pearly skin beneath the grey t-shirt, and her erect nipples were even more noticeable now.
Although she's of average height, her hourglass figure was one that women willing to die for and craved by all sane men. Her fat all stored in the right places, and her slim waist accentuated her assets nicely. He would've tried to sleep with her the first time they met had he wasn't in a stage of coping.
He was in one now, but, as much as he hated to admit, the death of his wife had a bigger impact than his close friend. But he had let her go, and gained her approval to start anew. And now Kuroka had entered the picture.
Regardless, not the time. He can get emotional later on.
Feeling no need for the clothing, she grabbed the soaked hem of her shirt, and was about to take it off.
"No no." Seifer interrupted. He had other plans for that. "Just keep them. You're hot in wet shirt."
Kuroka stared at him, half-flattered but half-ridiculed, before letting her shirt fell back. "...You're an idiot."
He simply hummed a nonchalant tune as he brought his hands to her sides, and flattened her top with her skin. Kuroka shivered, and that was not because of the cold water. Tugging the hem, he straightened her shirt, running a palm to smooth the part around her belly, continuing until the shirt outlined her every curves from neck to her waist.
Seifer smiled in self-satisfaction as he then cupped her left breast. Again, she shivered, now leaking a moan. He lifted the plump globular flesh, tucking in the shirt under its nook, and did the same to her other without ever giving her so much of a squeeze. As the shirt completely took in the shape of her bountiful chest, pronouncing the light pink nubs that was already firm and tented out the fabric, Seifer drew his hands back.
He gave an approving nod whilst Kuroka's breaths were getting louder and lewder. "You know," he said out of the blue, glancing up to meet her lusted gaze. "your body is scandalous. Have I ever told you that?"
"...You just did..." Kuroka replied, somehow able to stay snarky when her face was flushing mad.
"Mhmm." He nodded, appreciative of her wit as he brought his eyes back to her chest, eyeing the small tents. "Your nipples're cute too." Offhandedly, he reached her hardened tip with a finger, not touching her anywhere else, putting no force in it.
"A-ah..." Again, she shivered as he rubbed it along with his index finger, dragging it up. Kuroka twitched as her breast fell into place, lightly joggling.
"They're... not too big, and not too small. Just perfect." Seifer described as he placed it between his index finger and middle finger, feeling its soft hardness as he squeezed it. Kuroka's squeal was delightful. "Makes me want to chew on it, to be honest."
"Mhnn... Then why don't you— kyah!"
Her body trembled as he tugged on her nipple.
"Because then it'd be the same thing." Seifer said, folding his hands. Much to her disappointment. "I'll undress you then nibble your nips while groping you, then maybe finger you while I'm at it. Then when you start to get louder, we'll make out. And then you'll come, and then you'll come some more and so on, and so on."
He said it like he's announcing the weather, and even his face was borderline bored. But, that still placed images in her mind, and that highly aroused her.
Kuroka began fidgeted, moving her hips slightly left and right while her feline ears flicked once. "...That sounds fine to me nyan..."
"Not to me it isn't." Actually, it was. He was fairly sore even after the massage. He's just acting overbearing.
"...Fine..." Kuroka muttered, "What do you want to do... Jerk?"
Still defiant, was she? No problem. More fun for him.
Seifer leaned back on his seat, raising one leg above the other's knee, placing his arms on the cushioned-rim of the Jacuzzi. He had a mild roguish look on his face.
He scanned her legs to face, admiring her wordlessly. He then spread his legs. "Come sit here."
She did as told. After staring at him for quite a time, eyeing his particular lower part, Kuroka turned around and slowly sat down, settling on the space between his legs. It was surprisingly spacious enough for her to be seated comfortably.
"Haa—ah..."
The warmth of his chest immediately encased her back, and Kuroka couldn't stop her sigh from leaking out. She could feel his bulge against the small of her back, and the anticipation caused her breath to louden, and the tingly feeling was spreading even more.
She nearly sounded as if she was panting, only much breathier and sultrier. She's nearly reaching the edge of her patience before she leapt at him.
But she wasn't the only struggling. It's hard to keep his urge behind the line when she's rubbing her back with his chest, admonishing him to just pounce on her like he should be doing.
"Hurry up..." Kuroka complained, grinding her back against him as she slid her hand underneath her shorts and her wet shirt, making sure he saw her fingers that were moving underneath the thin fabric.
"Actually," Seifer said in a playful way that she wasn't sure if she liked it or not, "I want to discuss some things with you."
Kuroka whined. "Can't it wait?"
"This is a very important matter that can influence how many troubles I might have or have to face in the coming days." Seifer explained as professional and as serious as possible, keeping his face straight.
"Hmph. Fine." Kuroka grumbled, then leaking a moan as she pinched herself.
"So," Seifer began, slithering his hands onto her sides, lifting her shirt slowly as she raised her arms up. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as he watched her bosoms jiggle fluidly, pinkish red nipples already erect. "About those guys from before, who're they?"
As he didn't do anything afterward aside from throwing the shirt away, Kuroka figured out his play, and went along with it—she didn't think she can do anything other than that.
"...I met them sometime after I killed my previous master..." The answer would be grim if she didn't say it so breathily or locking her arms around his shoulders, granting him an unhindered vision over her curvaceous figure. "...Ditched them after I found Shirone-nyan..."
"That wasn't so helpful."
"Well what else do you want me to say nyan?!"
"What they do, who they're with, or what they want to do." He brushed aside the black hair covering her neck, exposing it to plant a quick kiss at her nape.
Her reaction was delightful. "Hn— I don't know... all I know is that him and that monkey will fight whenever they got the chance—ahn... they're battlemaniacs except the Pendoragons.... I guess—aah!"
"Pendragons." Seifer corrected, then continued on suckling her pearly skin while she writhed, gripping his white locks.
"Whatever-nyan."
He cupped the bottom part her breasts, applying no pressure just yet. Feeling their heavenly softness that made him want to squeeze them and rough them up while secretly judging what cup they held. Guessing by experiences, he guessed she's somewhere between J and K, with a perfect 10 for suppleness. The slightest pressure and his fingers will be swallowed within the malleable yet sultry warmth.
Kuroka eyed his hands expectantly with nothing but pure lust, face as flushed as her body.
"Is that all?" He whispered, now kissing and embracing her shoulders. "That's not much of information; I was expecting more."
Her breathing started to heave. "...I think we were working for someone else... I don't know. They have a stupid name—ah! W-we just coast around not doing much unless, obviously, we have to face buff guys. It's stupidly boring—aaahn~" Her voice faltered as he began toying with her tits.
"Buff guys?"
"Weirdos who call themselves Heroes— Kuhn— Ah...Shin... Shinji... I can't—hnnnn!"
Her sodden tails looped around his bicep tightly as she squirmed. He felt her body tensing, shaking violently as the plains of her stomach fell, clenching.
"A—aah...mnh...." Kuroka fell limp on him shortly after, her breathing ragged and hot. His smirk was rather cruel, if not sadistic, as he watched the woman haplessly lied on him, being sensual effortlessly.
"Oh...a—aahn... Shinjiro... please... You're gonna make me crazy..."
"Aren't you already..." his chuckle rumbled across her back. "Fuckin' hell, you're hot. And I mean your body." he realized it might not be clear enough. "Uh... Factually."
Kuroka managed to scowl. "Whose fault is that nyan?!"
"Who's the one that wants this?"
She went quiet.
"Both of us, I guess." Seifer admitted as he gazed deep in her eyes, a nefarious smile on his lips. He could only hold on for so long... "Voglio fare l'amore con te."
Kuroka did not know what that phrase mean or even what language that were, but that got her going. His deepened voice was like liquor, except she loved it. The way it vibrated across her body was heavenly.
Before she could ask for the meaning, he then brashly lifted her by her armpit as he stood up, surprising the hell out of her as she squealed, both in surprise and the unexpected pleasure granted by the sudden rough treatment.
He laid her atop the cushioned rim of the tub, her back against the wall, and tugged away the last article of clothing she had, exposing the plump, clean-shaven skin squeezing her wet youthful pink slit.
"Shinjiro— kyah?!" Without saying a single word, he shoved her legs apart. Her heartbeat went rapid, faster than it had ever before as the man forsook every shackles holding him back as he gripped her love-handles firmly and gently, and moved his head closer between her juicy thighs. She might not be the tallest woman, but her body was definitely one to die for, especially her lower assets.
Her eyes widened in anticipation and also in awe—it was the first time she saw him being this eager. His assertiveness was one she had gotten used to, but this was a new side of him that she wouldn't mind at all. Though, she'd be lying if she said he wasn't scary, but she would be lying if that didn't excite her more compared to his playful teases.
"Hgnnn—!" Kuroka shuddered as he licked her inner thigh, kissing as he gradually progressed to her core. Moaning ever so softly, gasping, Kuroka again ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel his breath bouncing against her, and she squirmed as she felt his tongue pressing the soft mounds.
He glanced up; sending a threatening look at her as he suddenly grasped her rear. "Ah! What are you— AH—!" Kuroka wasn't able to complain. He dragged her, and dove in right at her.
Unconsciously, driven by desire to feel more, she began prodding herself to his face as he ravaged her, suckling on her clit and licking her pink flesh. The tingly feeling from his stubbles only added more fuel to her fire. "Aah! Ah! Shinji-nnnn! Hyaaahn~!"
Kuroka writhed as her passionate, fiery moans filled the bathroom and possibly leaking out to other rooms. But she didn't care. Even if she was sane, she didn't care. He knew how to treat her and he most certainly knew how to turn her to a mess. He also knew how to get rid of the people in the same floor.
"Iik—kuhnnnn!" Her fingers gripped his hair as her body arched forward, legs curled around his head. Jolt of pleasure exploded all over her, drowning every senses and numbed her. Her stomach jerked, relaxing afterwards as the pleasure gradually faded away. But only for a while, as Seifer didn't stop just yet.
She tensed once more as his tongue entered her. Her toes curled again and her legs stiffened. Her squeal soon reemerged, bounding off the walls as he explored her insides so hungrily, squeezing her shapely bottom.
It didn't take him long to make her climax, though this time, he did draw his face away—his cocky smile smeared with her fluids that his hand then wiped. He loved the way she came. She was so fervent, hot, so wordlessly lewd.
Eventually, her orgasm reached its dying second, and with it, her body limped against the walls. She slid lower into the water, almost lifeless. Her expression of pleasure unchanging as she twitched several times, breathing in gasps. Her breasts were rosy as they cascaded naturally, and they seemed to grow bigger as she drew in her breaths.
"A...aah..." she hitched, "Hngaaahhn—!" She abruptly thrust upward, and more of her juices soon leaked down, some squirted into the bathtub, causing him to raise yet another eyebrow. "...Mhnn... N-noo—... a-ah..."
"I don't speak in moans, Kuroka."
She had no response this time, not even had any energy yet to grab him, but enough to stare at him with eyes longing for lust. "...Nnh... Fuck me... Please..."
"Mm. That was very subtle of you." Seifer quipped, nonchalant as he delved in his index and middle fingers in her, making her shudder lightly.
He placed his free hand at the back of her shoulder as he pulled her to the edge of the rimming, couldn't help but grin at her extremely red face and her erotic expression. It was so sensual, but beautiful and cute. He's not much of a prideful individual or one to boast unless he's just being silly, but there's an unmatched feeling of satisfaction whenever he made her moan like that.
For her, he looked like he's planning to kiss her, but he had another idea. Keeping his gaze on her fervent amber irises, Seifer dipped his finger inside her. Kuroka flinched, squirming a little. He took them out rather quickly, now glistened in her fluids.
With the same fingers, he touched her lips, which she voluntarily parted as she licked his fingers, suckling them, tasting the lewd taste of her juice and the slight saltiness of his as she closed her eyes—seemingly overwhelmed by embarrassment but not wanting to stop there.
"Mfh—haa...mmh..." Her tongue was soft—like all women's, but certainly slightly coarser, but her sighs slipping past her rosy lips were melodious.
Seifer withdrew his saliva-covered fingers off her mouth. He had to kiss her.
"HYAHN?!"
Making her gasp by suddenly reinserting his slippery fingers in her, immediately parting them and closing like a scissors, he slammed their lips into a one fiery exchange of kisses and flicks of their tongue.
He was still restraining himself, but his gentleness was gone, replaced by a carnal desire. He savored her taste, her breathing that was growing rampant. He sucked in her moans, trashing her tongue with his without her ever able to fight back.
Even when she wanted him as much as ever, his kisses were like embers. They'll warm her heart and body, caressing her with a gentle warm, but this one just burned her like burning oil was poured over her inside and out.
Climaxing, Kuroka threw her head backwards, and Seifer pulled out his fingers from her hot and wet core as he felt her tightening inside. The orgasm seized her luscious body; her spasms were much violent this time, and Seifer couldn't resist a proud smirk at seeing her supple thighs quivering, stomach clenching, the way her legs stiffening as her warm juices splashed onto his hand.
Kuroka lolled on her back, seemingly about to faint. No other words could explain her face other than lewd. She's so unreserved with her lust, and he loved it. Granted, she couldn't do much as she wasn't even sure if she's conscious anymore or if she could speak, because the only voice that left her mouth were either moans or sighs.
'Should be more than enough...' Seifer thought as he offhandedly washed his hands. Mandatorily, he, at last, discarded his boxer briefs, throwing them somewhere in the white tiled room.
While breathing hard, occasionally taking intake of breath as the sensation lingered still; Kuroka caught the sight of him throwing his underwear, and soon felt the pulsating heat as he positioned himself between her legs.
"Ah..." Kuroka purred, staring past the valley of her flushed breasts that were lolling to the sides naturally. Secretly wondering how he'll fit in her, she gulped in expectation, not realizing her cat-like pupils had dilated as well, eager for more of him.
He spoke again, making her avert her sight to his face, which she betted was much less red than hers.
"I'm going to fuck you, that alright?" It's not like he hadn't have already, but hey, just clarifying it's consensual.
"Are you kidding me...?" Somehow, again, she managed to fight back in their battle of wits, and even pouting a little rebellious pout as well.
"I'll take that as a yes..." With a sly grin, Seifer spent a few stroke of just teasing her lower lip up and down, letting her need build up to the point she was about to pull him inside her—which was at the time where he rammed his cock in her.
"A—yaaahn~!"
The way her back arched forward, forming an elegant racy curve with her busty body as she threw her head back, bragging her smooth kissable neck, all while letting her lips open wide, screaming her moans with no shame; these were the delights few men could have in their life. Her tightness was an appreciated extra.
But it had been quite a while since he last did this fun (s)exercise, and his right eye struggled to stay open as he's familiarizing with the hotness wrapped around him. However, Seifer's a confident man, and he knew he had to lead her on. This was their first time for one, and might be hers as well.
"Mmmnnh... Oh... n-no ahn..." So putting away his own desire, he simply relished her body as he waited on her to get used to his length and girth. Eventually she did, and whilst her chest were going up and down, Kuroka looked at him with a hint of amazement and confusion in between lust.
Despite the immense pleasure from before, and the raggedy breath that kept pausing her sentence, her head felt clearer now—though not that much, but, she's no longer under the influence.
"...You're..." she huffed, hands still lying beside her head "...inside me..." heavily, she moved a hand over the plains of her smooth skin, at where she imagined him to reach. "...Fuck you're big nyan..."
He would be lying if he didn't feel at least proud at hearing that, but he was too stubborn to let his giddiness show like that. "And you're small."
Kuroka lowered her eyebrows, giving him a look of dissatisfaction. They're connected and he's still being a wise-ass. "You're an ass."
"Well, this 'ass' is about to fuck you." he grinned, "He just did, actually."
"..."
Seifer raised one of his brows. "What?"
Her amber-like eyes glowered at his playful greys as she tried to find any other emotions behind that dumb look. "Can't you be more romantic nyan?"
"Fuck you in the rain?"
Kuroka rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot." she quipped, as she regained enough strength, she flung her hands at his shoulders, squeezing and feeling his muscles in secret admiration. Kuroka looked at him, staring at the man with the self-satisfied smile, as if he knew her little intention.
Before she could complain how long he's not going to move as the pleasure was starting to feel weird instead, Seifer spoke first: "You're so lovely."
She smirked, simpering a bit, but before she could say her retort, he continued.
"I'm going to enjoy loving you."
That one caught her by surprise, as did the sudden swoop and thrust that made her lost her grip and tore a moan out her throat.
Suddenly, her hands were like necklace around his neck as her twin tails wrapped his thigh. He had his hands holding her rump, and her nipples were dipping against his chest. The position reminded her of that night when those two girls jumbled in the dorm, only clotheless this time.
He was carrying her while standing inside the bathtub. That's concerning. "Mhn... I... I'll kill you if you drop me..."
"Don't tempt me." Seifer sneered, winking once, and rammed his cock in her, tearing yet another of her delicious sighs.
Kuroka wrapped her legs around his waist, as she ran her long fingers through his snow white patches of hair, trying to stay aware so that she didn't fall off him. "Mnn—ah! F-Fuck..."
She was loud, and that's putting it mildly. Her voice sank every other sound in the room; the splashes of the water, the sound of his hips nipping against her at every thrust, and his low, guttural groans that fueled her.
Kuroka held nothing back as did he. His narrow jaw clenched tight, teeth gritted and eyes barely kept open as he rammed in her, fast and greedily. She was luscious and sensual, but her warmth and her wetness was something else.
But still, he was the only one who could see the emotions of the other.
Desire. Need. Lust. Joy. Possession. "Ah! Ha—ah! S-Shinjiro!" but all of that were gone as she was drowned in pleasure. Overwhelmed and lost, she held onto him tightly like he's her only lifeline.
He managed to smirk, feeling all of the above as he ripped more of her fervent moans. He made a mental side note to mention a thing or two about her claws biting into his back. Wanting to see more of her wildness, he drew out his cock, now sheened in her fluids, and stared at her with one cruel grin that would've make her shudder if she wasn't so delirious.
Kuroka felt the sudden loneliness, and she looked at him with pleading eyes, needy and sad. "Why...? H-hanhn... D-Don't... stop now..."
"Hands. Tired." With that subtle jibe at her weight, he ushered her to settle down on her feet. She was obviously pissed as the lack of him was causing the loss of her built up pleasure, but she was still considerate enough to be concerned with his muscle-soreness—which he greatly appreciated.
Their solution? Move on to the showers.
Balmy waters drizzled upon the zealous couple as they continued their delightful afternoon activity. Her back and drenched black hair was flat against the wall as he fucked her, ironically in the same position; her legs around his waist, and body pressed against his.
The indecent slapping sounds as he slammed into her, bounding over the tiled walls of the bathroom as steam gradually filled the room, her loud screams of pleasure, her tightness, her bouncing tits, her perky hard fleshy pink nipples, her hot, fervent moans, all fueled his carnal hunger, driving him to deepen his thrust, squeezing her ass until her pearly skins began to turn red under his fingers.
But Kuroka felt no pain but immense pleasure as she delved her fingers at his shoulders, trying her utmost best to keep her eyes open at his to watch the expressions of his face. With white eyebrows arching down, his white hair latching on his forehead, his husky voice growling ever so often, he looked angry to her. But oddly enough, he looked more enthralling than his usual tight-lipped smirk.
Not ten minutes after her last orgasm, she felt the heat was becoming more intense, even more as he was getting rougher with her, fucking her with recklessness.
"Ah! Mhnn...Hah— I'm cumming— Ah! AH! Sh-Shinji—Khnnnh—!" Her claws dug onto his skin as she desperately clung to him, shuddering violently as her mind turned puddy. "Ah... F-fuck..." Kuroka breathed, lying against his shoulder, panting her hot breaths. "...Nnh... That was gre— Kyah?! S-Shinji— I just, Ah! AH! Y-Yah! AH! W-Wait a min—n-AH! Mnn—!"
But Seifer, too, had been lost in the moment, consumed by lust, greeding for the need of satisfying himself now that he had satisfied her dozens of times. Clutching her smooth back, with the warm waters splashed against his face,
"NNAH— AH! AH! AHN! HYANN! AH!" Kuroka felt as if her sanity was slipping. She couldn't even feel the shower or even the warmth of his body. She could only feel him ramming in and out of her, barging that magical spot countless of times as her walls tightened. She could no longer say a word or anything other than moans and grouses.
"SH-SHINJIRO I'm..."
For a split second, all she saw was white, and it wasn't his hair. Pleasure overtook her. Then she regained her sight, and saw his face. His grey eyes were burning with passion, and his breaths were loudening though not as loud as her. He had a wicked grin on his lips, signifying his enjoyment in making a mess out of her. It was then she discovered she liked this side of him much more than she thought she would. He was a massive turn on.
With extremely flushed face and body, Kuroka managed a teasing sneer. "Ah... hah...I... You—HNNN?!"
He let off a low grunt as he suddenly gripped her tighter, and delivered one deep push as he finally reached his climax.
Kuroka felt the sweltering fluid filling her up, churning her walls, and she went limp on him. Her legs shivered, her mouth open but no more of her sweet lascivious voice went out, but instead gasps as her body convulsed. The thick lump of their mixed juices dribbled down, slowly leaking to her thighs as then some washed away by the downpour.
Still deep in her, Seifer huffed, his breathing ragged but not as torn as hers. He usually was more patient and clever in controlling his pace, and would last hours if need be. But perhaps it was due to his dry period and overall her delightful body—in and out—that rendered him unable to hold himself back.
"Ah- fuck..." He breathed by her as Kuroka lied on him, spent and exhausted. "That was great."
Sluggishly, she turned her head to rest her cheek on his shoulder, and gave him an equally weak pout through the frame of her black hair. "...You're... you're insane..."
"You're too hot." He chuckled, smiling his usual smile as his breathing steadied. He recovered unbelievably quick, and that infuriated her a little as she knew he's the one who did everything.
For a little while, they stayed together, content in the silence and the quiet drizzle of the warm shower water thudding against their skin. Eventually, she got off him, though shuddering as his liquescent cock brushed her pussy on its way out.
She felt extremely tired, but refreshed at the same time. She couldn't quite put it, but she supposed that's the wonders of having sex.
While looking at her lower lips, at the pallid liquid that was slowly travelling her glistened legs; he grabbed her attention as he tipped her chin. Seifer kissed her, softly, slowly, and almost innocently. It was like he was showing his gratitude and appreciation, and maybe, perhaps, his love for her as well.
Light pink tinted her flushed cheeks. The kiss was extremely chaste compared to the rest, and it seized her heart in adoration of him instead of that scorching desire for his body. She couldn't help but smile at that.
"I love your body." He said, smugly as he ran his knuckles on her cheeks. "And you too I guess. Now let's take an actual bath..."
Her heartbeat escalated as Kuroka could only stare at him as he grabbed a bottle at a nearby tray, squeezing the liquid soap to his palm as he started from his arm, coating it in foamy bubbles.
She was lucky she was still red from their intense session, because she knew she was blushing from embarrassment and juvenile giddiness just because a phrase he said. Nothing out of the ordinary... but that was her first time hearing that statement from him. So it was a kind of a big of a deal for her.
-Break-
Idling in the bathtub with Kuroka cuddling him, Seifer spoke his mind aloud. "I've never been in a bathroom this long."
Kuroka glanced up at him, a cheek still on his shoulder. "You always finish in fifteen minutes nyan. Sometimes I wonder if you're taking a shower or just splashing water on your face and call it a shower."
"It takes me only fifteen minutes to soak, soap, shampoo, and rinse." He countered, making fun of the fact that she could spend an hour in the bathtub by herself (which was why they rarely shared a bath).
"Unlike you, I take my time nyan."
"Too much time. You're inefficient."
"I'm neater than you."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Right."
Playfully, she bit the flesh of his shoulder, causing him to wince and splashed water to her feline ears in retort.
"Don't'!" Kuroka withdrew from him, displeased and frowning as she flicked her racial traits. "I don't want to get more waters in my ears nyan. Having my tail wet is bad enough already."
The young man raised a suggesting eyebrow and a grin. "That's not the only part of you that was wet."
Kuroka glared at him, shockingly disapproving of his jibe. "Pervert."
"Don't we all." He scoffed. Then as Kuroka went back to his side, settling reluctantly now as she laid her head on his shoulder again, Seifer spoke out his mind as he blankly stared at a wall. "Who do you think heard you?"
She couldn't stop her blush from emerging. Even she realized how loud she was. "...I don't care."
"Oh?" Seifer smirked challengingly, "What if Koneko heard you?"
"What if Konyaro heard you?"
That was his first time hearing that nickname. It's funny-sounding, and he liked it already. "He doesn't care about it. He's probably outside still, watching his movies."
"Your brother needs another hobby." Kuroka scowled. "Fine, then what if Asukacchin or Asia-nyan heard you."
His smirk pertained. "Me? I'm pretty sure your moans drowned even the showers, Kitten."
She lowered her frown. "Don't call me that, idiot."
"Hypocrite." He smiled as he leaned in for another taste of her small lips, which she obliged most heartily. It was a playful little kiss, and the two shared a giggle as they parted, looking into each other's eyes.
He should cherish times like this, a time for them, a time when he could shove away his worries under a giant rug. It might not happen for a stretch in the future.
And so he did; after a moment of covetously eyeing her tits, at her cute little pink nipples that were now stiffening as she noted his growing member, he said to her, in a provoking tone.
"What'd you say about another round?"
Chapter Ends
I was very tempted, you know, to do the notorious DxD-esque cockblock. But I didn't, because it wouldn't make sense for anyone to break in a room where 'voices' are obviously leaking out from the inside.
This chapter is purely lemon with so very little story, so ehhh I don't know. Not sure what to feel at my own work, but I'm hoping it's at least better than average. I like to say I did well at the foreplay, though.
Reviews will be much appreciated, though those who reviewed the last chapter might not be able to, unless you posted it as a guest, since you can only review once per chapter. Because I deleted the Prologue, this chapter still counts as chapter 36.
Note that I've only written three lemons in my entire life that I expose to public. The last one got a decent reception. I hope this one's be the same too. This' probably the longest lemon I've ever written, so your thoughts will be much appreciated.
I honestly wished it can be skipped, to be honest. But since it is their first time doing the sexy and as it does contain his open admittance of his affection to Kuroka... so eh...
I could've make Kuroka not a virgin, as in her using her body to survive, but that'll be too convenient addition to her already tragic backstory. It won't make much sense as she's strong enough to live independently.
And for those that wondered why she didn't scream in pain when her virginity was broken; in the nutshell, losing your (girl) virginity doesn't hurt as long as you're prepared. I've written an essay on Lucifer chapter 4 regarding that matter.
Or, you can check out "The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic" by Quinn Anderson. I just found it not days ago, and it helps a lot. I also discovered 'spunk trumpet' was once used as a euphemism, and never have I ever laughed that hard.
"Voglio fare l'amore con te." is an Italian phrase you should learn how to pronounce and use at least once in your life.
Welp, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it, have a nice day, and see you another time.