I like women in uniform. It's up there with tactical gear and practical armor. Better yet, a plate carrier worn over a uniform. Something about that simplicity just clicks for me.

Also, bonus points for whoever can guess where I got the OMC's name from. (The hint is in this author's note and the fandoms I've written for.)

I took some liberty with the holoMyth lore here. This is fanfiction after all. This has no relation to real life people at all and should not be indicative of such.

Enma sighed in relief as she sat down on a bar stool. It had been a long day at work and she decided to unwind at a local bar.

"You look like crap," the bartender joked as he wiped down a glass.

"Just get me the usual." Enma set her document tube- which contained her personal katana- near her feet, leaning it against the counter top.

Like usual, she sat at the far end. She preferred it that way for a number of reasons; she didn't want to deal with too many people after work, her katana wouldn't get in the way of others, and the emergency exit was nearby to her right just in case something crazy happened.

You can never be too careful, after all. We've got a talking shark, a flaming chicken, an eldritch octopus squid thing, a grim rapper, and a gremlin appearing in our world. Who knows what else could follow after them, she thought to herself as a glass of beer was slid over to her. With practiced ease, she caught the glass in her hand.

"Thanks," she murmured before taking several gulps of her drink.

Enma took a quick glance of the bar with her peripherals as she drank, noting that there were a lot more people than usual. It would seem she wasn't the only one looking to relax with some alcohol in the evening.

After setting her drink down, she sensed a lone figure approaching her general area. Enma tensed a bit; most people usually left her alone because of her isolated seat. Those who did get close were usually shooed away by the bartender shaking his head at them. If that didn't work, she would glare at them until they got spooked. She hoped this person would get the hint.

"Hi, I-"

"Not interested," she quickly cut him off. The bartender was serving some other customers so that left her to deal with this stranger on her own. So she glared at him, her glasses adding an ominous glint in the lighting of the room. "Spare yourself the trouble."

The man next to her raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, it's not like that. I was just wondering why you're always sitting alone here."

Enma scrutinized the man. He looked fairly average and harmless, so she wasn't too worried about being taken advantage of. Even if he tried, she felt confident she could deal with him herself. She handled worse, after all. At least he seemed polite enough not to hit on her right away. He was quite handsome too.

She closed her eyes, sighing. "If you must know, I prefer my solitude. I deal with enough people at work."

"I can see that." He pointed at the blue lanyard around her neck with the various caricatures of the strange individuals she managed, along with her employee card. "You work with them, correct?"

Enma nodded. "Yes. They're...good people, but sometimes they can be a handful."

The man hummed in agreement. "I can only imagine. People in general can be a pain, what more with those girls. I take it you're like their manager or something?"

"One of three."

"Yikes, they need that many, huh?"

Enma found herself smirking. "More like they can get all over the place and we need more than one person to wrangle them up." She didn't need to tell him about their modes of transportation, such as traversing the underworld, flying long distances, swimming through oceans, crossing dimensions, and straight-up teleportation.

"Hmm, I see. Anyway, sorry for bothering you. I'll get out of your hair now." The man gave a small wave and was about to head back where he came from.

"Wait," Enma stopped him, "isn't it kinda rude to talk to me without introducing yourself? What's your name?" She was just curious, nothing more.

"Oh, umm." He stopped in place and faced her again. "My name's Kain. How about you?"

"Hmmph, Kain, huh." She turned in her seat to fully face him. "You can call me Enma."

"Well, Enma, it's a pleasure to meet you." Kain smiled at her. "Have a wonderful evening."

Enma lazily waved back at him. "Yeah, thanks. You too, I guess."

She watched him leave before turning back to the bar top. As a result, she came face to face with the bartender.

"Wow, didn't expect you to start making small talk with someone else."

Enma huffed in irritation. "I talk to you, don't I?"

He chuckled in response before grabbing another glass. "I work here, so that doesn't really count."

She rolled her eyes as she finished the rest of her drink. "Whatever. Just get me another drink."

"Of course, coming right up."

Several weeks had passed since Enma met Kain. She usually went to bar once, sometimes twice a week, and every time she did Kain would be there. At first she thought he was stalking her, but she gave him the benefit of a doubt and figured he was just a regular there like her. This was confirmed by the bartender who told her that Kain was actually an older customer than she was.

Enma thought it was weird that she had never seen him before, until she realized that she spent most of her time facing away from everyone else. She never did take the time to observe the other people around her. Meanwhile, it had become routine for Kain to simply wave at her in greeting, which she returned so as not to appear rude. He never pushed his luck by approaching her or sitting next to her; she would pass by his seat and exchange pleasantries, or he would wave whenever they made eye contact.

That changed during one particular evening. The place had become a lot more crowded than before. In fact, it was almost a full house. Enma had already taken a seat by the time she realized this, and she wasn't in the habit of ditching before getting her fill of alcohol. So she watched with trepidation as the patrons kept filling in, the bar stools to her left becoming occupied until only one seat separated her from everyone else.

I hope I don't get a weirdo next to me.

"Ah, excuse me. Pardon me." A familiar voice was heard in the crowd. "Sorry about that- whoops! That was close, be careful next time, yeah?"

Enma watched as Kain made his way through the crowd, eyeing him with a bit of amusement. He met her gaze and looked awkwardly between her and the open stool.

"Hey, Enma," he said nervously. "Sorry, my usual seat wasn't free. Is this one taken?"

She looked at the stool he was pointing at and shrugged. "Hmm, yeah, it is now."

Kain's mood visibly deflated at her answer. "Oh, dang. I'll just stand then."

Enma rolled her eyes at him before chuckling a bit. "What I meant was, it's taken by you now. So take a seat before someone else nabs it."

She held back a smile as she watched his mood do a complete one-eighty. This is probably what Jenma meant about teasing guys. It felt kind of fun, in all honesty.

"Well, if you don't mind." Kain slid onto the stool, careful not to bump against Enma. "Thanks, I needed to rest my legs."

"Hmm, I know the feeling."

It was his turn to chuckle now. "I'm aware. Judging from your expression," he tilted his head in her direction, "long day?"

Enma groaned in exasperation. "You don't know the half of it." For some reason, she was finding it easy to converse with him now that he was next to her.

Kain nodded his head in understanding. "Try me."

"Well, it's Ina. Somehow, she ended up bringing Ame and Gura to another dimension full of zombies and I had to save their asses."

He looked at her with curiosity. "Really? Tell me more. I guess that katana isn't just for show then?"

Enma glanced back at the document tube next to her. "How could you tell?"

Kain scratched his head. "I got a peek at the handle poking out one day. I have one at home too but it's probably not as special as yours."

"Oh, I see." Enma brushed a lock of her black and red hair behind her ear. "Anyway, as I was saying..."

The pair continued like that for the night, chatting away and drinking together. It was a small surprise for the bartender, but he paid it no mind if they were enjoying each other's company. In the meantime, he now had a bet to collect from some of his other regulars.

"Dammit," one of them said, slapping cash on to the bar top.

The bartender chuckled as he counted his winnings. "Better luck next time, boys."

Hours passed and the sound of chattering customers got progressively louder. Both Enma and Kain were several drinks in, words slightly slurred as they got buzzed over time. They weren't full-on drunk just yet, which was fortunate considering how rowdy some of the patrons were getting.

The lady directly to Kain's left obviously had a bit too much, the bartender cutting her off and setting a glass of water for her. She was sensible enough to follow his discretion, although she still slumped over the bar top with her head resting on her folded arms as she took a quick nap. Unfortunately, her elbow jutted out a bit too much and unintentionally bumped into Kain's arm.

"Oof!"

"Eep!"

The pair were surprised when Kain suddenly spilled some of his drink on Enma's white button-up shirt. Luckily, she had removed her lanyard and placed it in her case in the unlikely event something like this happened. The splash damage wasn't too bad, covering only the front part of her shirt without dripping on to her black shorts or pantyhose. Still, Kain blushed as he still got a peek of Enma's black bra through the wet material.

"Oh, I am so sorry about that," he quickly apologized as he grabbed some napkins for her.

Enma groaned in annoyance as she accepted the napkins and started wiping herself down. "Ugh shit, it's fine. Not your fault."

She shot a quick glare at the unconscious woman but couldn't find it in herself to start yelling at her. It wasn't worth the trouble and she was bound to have a hell of a hangover anyway. Sighing to herself, she muttered her thanks to Kain. His quick reflexes prevented his entire drink from splashing on her, which would have been a lot worse than the current situation.

"Let's...let's just get out of here."

"Yeah, sure- wait, me too?"

Enma stared at Kain as she placed her tip on the counter and picked up her tube. "Mhmm, you're coming with me. You wouldn't leave a lady to walk alone at night, would you?" Truthfully, she could walk alone and was more than capable of self-defense, even without her katana. She just felt like hanging out with Kain a bit more. Or perhaps she had a bit much to drink.

"Oh, of course not." He also set his tip before standing up to follow her.

"Hmm, let's go this way instead." She motioned towards the emergency exit since the place was still packed.

Together, the pair exited the bar into the back alley and made their way to the street sidewalk.

"So, where are we heading to?" Kain asked as he caught up behind her.

Enma adjusted the sling of her tube before answering. "Back to the office. It's closer than home and I have spare clothes there."

"Hmm, fair point. You wanna take a cab or just walk?"

"Walking is fine." Then she smirked at him. "Unless you're afraid?"

He waved it off. "Nah, of course not. Just wanna make sure you're fine with it."

Enma rolled her eyes and continued her pace. "Whatever. C'mon, it's just five minutes away." She had taken a few steps before almost stumbling a bit.

"Woah, easy there!" Kain hurried over and caught her by the arm. "You tipsy already?"

She blushed furiously in embarrassment. "Thanks. I guess I did drink too much."

He carefully righted her posture before letting go. "I can see that. You good to walk on your own?"

Enma thought for a bit, her cheeks still slightly red. Thankfully, he made no comment. He either didn't notice or thought that it was just the alcohol taking effect. "I think I'm fine, but..."

Kain raised an eyebrow as she slipped her left hand under his right bicep. She leaned closer in a way so that her wet front wouldn't be as visible to others, pressing her modest chest against his arm. He did not expect his night to take such a turn. On one hand, he was excited because he did like Enma. On the other hand, he was getting nervous internally.

To her credit, she didn't break eye contact as she held on to his arm. "...just like this is fine. You can walk me there, I'll tell you where to go."

He merely nodded in response. "Okay, sure thing."

Five minutes later, they arrived at the building Enma worked at. Everyone else had already gone home, except for the lone security guard who nodded at them.

"Just need to pick something up, don't mind us," was Enma's explanation.

The pair made their way to her personal office, and she fumbled a bit for the keys on her lanyard before unlocking the door. Enma muttered a small thanks as Kain held the door open for her. When he didn't step in, she looked at him expectantly, wordlessly giving him permission.

Kain shrugged and followed her in, closing the door behind him. He took a look around at her office. It was a fairly simple one; there was a sofa, a coffee table, and her work desk. Her desk had the usual computer and two extra chairs in front of it.

"You can sit here and wait," said Enma, pointing at the sofa. "I'll be quick."

"All right." He sat down and watched as she made her way towards her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a folded shirt, the same as the stained one she was wearing.

"No peeking."

Kain nodded and closed his eyes before turning his head the other way. As much as he wanted to look, he respected her wishes. His cheeks flushed as he heard the sound of rustling fabric, the fact that she was undressing in close proximity not lost on him.

A moment passed as he heard her put on her new shirt. He didn't dare open his eyes or turn back just yet, not until she gave him the go ahead. It came as a surprise then when he felt a weight settle to his left on the sofa.

"Hey, you can open your eyes now."

Kain gulped nervously as he opened his eyes, but he still didn't turn his head. That is, until Enma reached over with one hand to gently grasp his chin and make him face her.

"What, don't tell me you're gonna act all shy now. You were doing just fine talking to me at the bar earlier," the bespectacled woman teased lightly, her voice slurring a bit.

"Well, it's just that you're..."

"Hmm? I'm what? Go on, you can say it."

"You're, uh, you're really pretty, Enma," he managed to get out. Not to mention her perfume smelled very nice.

"Oho, so you like what you see?" She puffed out her chest a bit. "I noticed you kept ogling me on the way here."

"Sorry, couldn't help it," he admitted as he scratched his cheek. He could have blamed it on the booze but he was still sober enough to be aware of his own actions. "Black looks good on you."

Enma leaned closer, her hot breath mingling with his own. "Don't think I didn't notice you looking at me all those other times too."

"You're a beautiful woman after all," he breathed out.

"Heh, first I'm pretty. Now I'm beautiful. Charmer." She leaned even closer.

He met her halfway there, closing the distance as their lips touched together.

"Mmm..."

It was a chaste kiss, the two indulging in the intimate moment. Kain broke off for some air before Enma came at him again, pressing her lips harder against his.

"Mmph, ah, mmm, wait a moment..." He gently pushed her by the shoulders, panting for breath. "As much as I enjoy this, are you sure you want to do this with me?"

Enma huffed a bit, trying to fix her glasses which went askew during their makeout session. She decided to just remove them, allowing her red eyes to be seen clearly. "You idiot, I wouldn't have brought you with me otherwise."

"Look, I like you but don't you think we should sober up a bit more before we- pmft!'

Enma interrupted by shushing him with a finger on his lips. "You said it yourself. You like me, and I'm starting to realize I like you too. You don't seem like a jerk so don't prove me wrong tonight."

"...okay, but-"

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me."

Kain relented and obliged her request, letting her kiss him deeply. The faint aftertaste of alcohol lingered but it wasn't too bad. He felt himself getting pushed down to the sofa, laying there with her on top.

Enma separated for more air, panting before diving back in for more. Her tongue slipped out, teasing his lips for entry as she lightly licked at him. She grinned into the kiss as she felt him poke his own tongue out, their pink appendages caressing and and coiling together as the pair French-kissed with passion.

She could almost feel her stress melt away, the headaches of arranging collaborations, getting permissions, and having to deal with random stuff in general, all of it taking a backseat in her mind. Almost.

A harsh reminder of her recent strenuous activity reared its ugly head as Kain brought one of his hands around her shoulders. He inadvertently squeezed a bit too hard, making her break off and hiss in slight pain.

"Fff- ahhh."

Worry was quick to replace lust, Kain immediately pulling back and sitting up with her.

"Ah, sorry. You okay?"

Enma waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. I just, ah, swung my sword around a bit too much."

"Hmm, I see. How about the rest of your arms? I know those moves can be a killer on the forearms especially." He took her hands in his before gently caressing up her arms.

Enma shivered at his sensual touch before answering. "Mm, my arms have mostly recovered. Small aches here and there, but not as bad as my shoulders."

"Well, if you want, I can give you a massage to help." Kain brought one of her hands to his lips, smooching her fair skin before doing the same to the other.

She giggled at the sensation before wriggling her hands free. "You know what? That sounds lovely. So get to it, chop chop."

"Heh, as you wish. Just sit back and relax for me."

Kain stood up and made his way behind the sofa. Carefully, he placed his hands on Enma's shoulders, acutely aware of how tense she was.

"Damn, you weren't kidding. This wasn't just from cutting down zombies though. I can tell."

"You try dealing with mythological weirdos and tell me how it goes."

Slowly but surely, he worked his hands into the muscles of her shoulders and her neck.

"Ahhh, that, hnn, feels great. Keep doing thaAAT~!"

Enma's voice hitched as Kain massaged a particular area, working out the knots that formed there.

"Holy shit, Enma. Keep it down, almost gave me a heart attack."

She moaned in appreciation. "Mmm, keep at it and you might just get to hear more of that~"

"Holy shiiit." Kain's pants was starting to feel tighter than before. With a newfound purpose, he worked to give her one of the best massages ever.

"This is amazing~" Enma was on cloud nine right now. If she had known Kain was a capable masseuse, she would have taken the initiative by sitting next to him all the time.

"You really should take some time off to relax more," Kain muttered into her ear.

"Well, next time, I have you to help me out." Enma reached out to pull his head closer, and whispered to him. "There are other ways we can relax, hmm?"

He chuckled before pecking her cheek. "Let's get this done first, okay?"

The couple lost track of time as he massaged her before she finally felt better. Enma placed her hands on his, getting him to stop.

"Okay, that's enough. Thank you."

Kain smiled as he let go and made his way back around the sofa. "So, about payment..."

Enma looked at him coyly as he sat back down. She slowly undid the top button of her shirt, then the second. She stopped at the third, beckoning him closer with her finger.

Kain moved closer before suddenly stopping. "Uhh, this is embarrassing..."

She looked at him like he had grown a second head. "What do you mean? Did we not just make out earlier?"

He shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I just, ah, I need to use the restroom."

Enma just stared at him. "You serious? Aren't you hard right now?"

"Well, I still need to pee."

She facepalmed and sighed. "It's down the hall, then to your left. Men's code is 5565."

Nodding his thanks, Kain stood up to leave. "I'll be right back."

Enma just waved him off as he walked out the door. "Don't keep me waiting."

Several minutes later, Kain had finished washing and drying his hands before exiting the restroom. Just as he was about to walk back to Enma's office, he felt something...off.

He listened closely and noticed it was eerily silent, aside from his own breathing. Curiosity got the better of him, and he went the opposite direction to check it out. He turned a corner and saw that a door was ajar. According to the plaque on the wall, it led to a studio of sorts.

Kain thought he heard something and approached the door. He took a deep breath before pushing it open.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

He received no answer, but his eyes could make out a vague silhouette in the darkness. His instincts suddenly compelled him to leave, to get as far away as possible from this room. For some reason, he couldn't. It was like an irrational fear kept his feet rooted to the ground.

The figure in the studio- his eyes had started adjusting to the darkness- turned to face him. His body instantly froze in place, unable to speak as his mind couldn't comprehend what exactly he was seeing.

Kain started to fall over as he slipped into unconsciousness. Before his vision completely blacked out, someone caught him from behind and he could faintly hear voices.

"...my go... I'm...rry!"

"Easy, Ina...with me...ain, sta...Kain, hold..."

Everything faded away.

Warm, soft, and fluffy.

That was what Kain felt as he came to, stirring from his slumber.

"Ugh, what the hell...?" Kain tried to sit up groggily, placing a palm to his forehead as he tried to remember what happened.

He went to the bar, sat next to Enma, and was able to make light conversation with her. Then he recalled that they had to stop by her office, where he gave her a massage before he had to use the restroom. After that, he just drew a blank. Now he was in an unknown room on a very comfortable bed.

"Oh, hey. Easy there." Enma arrived holding a water bottle and hurried to his side. She was wearing her glasses again.

"Hey, Enma. What happened? Where am I?" Kain let his crush help him sit up right, indulging in the warmth of her hands. "I can't remember what happened..."

"We're at my place. You've been out for almost two hours." Enma rubbed his back soothingly before handing him the water to drink. "You saw something you shouldn't have..."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

She sighed as she closed her eyes, thinking it over. Then she opened them and made eye contact with him, explaining. "What- no, who you saw was Ninomae Ina'nis. That is why you blacked out."

"...but I've seen her before on streams and that has never happened."

"Right. Who you see on stream is actually her avatar, a human-like form she has taken to reside among us."

"Avatar? Among us?"

Enma nodded. "The, uh, Ina you saw earlier was her true form. Actually, you were lucky because you only caught a glimpse of her. Had you turned on the lights or gazed upon her for a longer duration, you probably would have gone mad."

Kain stared back at her, comprehending the information. "What was she doing in the studio so late anyway?"

"She apparently forgot her cell phone, so she warped back into the studio. She has a tendency to take her true form when the building is empty of regular folks, especially since she can't maintain her avatar form forever."

Enma bit her lip before continuing on. "I'm terribly sorry, I should have warned you about her. Ina is the one I work with the most and I forgot to mention her."

Kain waved it off. "It's no problem. I really shouldn't have gone snooping around in the first place." Then he looked at her curiously. "What about yourself? Do you get affected?"

Enma shook her head. "No, I don't. In fact, that's the reason I was chosen to manage Ina. I've seen many things before taking this job."

"...what kind of things?"

Another shake of her head. "Let's just say there's a meaning behind the name Enma."

Kain shrugged and decided not to pry any further. He had always known Enma wasn't a regular human since he first laid eyes on her. Humans didn't go around managing mythical beings and ground pounders.

His memory was starting to come back but there was still a blank spot there. "Huh, weird. I can remember everything except the time I saw Ina."

"Don't think about that. It's for your own good." Enma grabbed his cheeks to look him straight in the eyes. "You're fine now, but trying to remember her true form will trigger the same side effects. Mercifully, Ina has a passive charm on herself that makes others forget the exact details."

"Wow, that's very convenient," Kain murmured with his cheeks squished. "You can let go of me now."

Enma didn't. Instead, she held his gaze with her own red eyes. Then she spoke up. "I have another idea. Why don't we continue where we left off? This will help you feel better and make you forget."

Kain's heart beat even faster as she leaned in to kiss him deeply once more. He didn't hesitate, slipping his tongue out to wrestle with hers as they continued their make-out session. The water bottle slipped from his hand, forgotten. It was fortunate he screwed the cap on, although he had a feeling that the sheets were going to end up wet anyway.

"Enma, I-" He managed to pant out.

"Shut up." She pushed him flat on to the bed and mounted him, continuing to kiss him passionately. Her glasses went askew again, pushing a bit against his own nose but he didn't mind.

Kain groaned as he felt her grind against his crotch, his arousal spiking and quickly replacing his initial confusion. All thoughts of trying to remember an eldritch being went out the window as he focused on the beautiful lady on top of him.

Enma moaned in approval, feeling him pitch a tent. She rubbed harder against his member, pleasuring herself even through the layers of clothing between the two lovers. Idly, she slipped her left hand lower to unbutton her shorts. She smirked as Kain reluctantly let her go to kick her shorts off, leaving her legs clad in black pantyhose. She fixed her glasses in place and noted her black panties were starting to get wet, her arousal leaking through the lacy garment.

Her partner noticed the damp spot, prompting him to also unbutton his jeans. Due to his position lying back on the bed, Kain struggled a bit to kick his pants off before Enma helped him out, hastily pulling them down his legs. Once his pants were flung away to a corner of the room, his erection was all but visible for both to see, straining against his blue boxers.

"Hmm, you must be really pent up." Enma trailed a dainty finger over his tip, teasing a groan from him before lightly flicking it. "When was the last time you relieved yourself?"

"Mnngh, the, ah, previous night," Kain grunted out.

"Really?" Enma slipped her right hand through the hole in his boxers and grasped his throbbing girth. She could intimately feel the heat radiating from the shaft as she pulled it out into the open air. "You were thinking of me, weren't you?"

Kain couldn't speak, too overcome from the sensation of her warm hand on his dick. He let out a moan when she started to jerk him off slowly, rubbing the tip with her thumb on each upward stroke. Cruelly, she halted her motions and firmly gripped his cock by the base, watching it pulsate in her hand.

"Wh- why'd you stop?"

Enma glared at him and squeezed, making him wheeze. "Answer the question, Kain."

He groaned as his full mast was squeezed again. "Yes, yes, I thought of you while doing it," he admitted.

As if to reward his honesty, she slowly stroke him again. However, it was still too slow, leaving Kain wanting more. Instinctively, he tried bucking his hips up but Enma pinned his pelvis down with her left hand.

"Tell me more," she demanded. "How did you fantasize about me, you pervert?"

"Gah, d-dammit," he choked out, "you're serious?"

"I could just leave you to jack off alone." Enma stated as she leaned over to blow hot breath over his tip. "Or we can help each out. Your choice."

Kain breathed heavily as the manager teased him before finally relenting. "I, mm, I thought of us doing it in the bar after everyone left."

Enma's strokes sped up just a little bit, but it was still not enough. So he kept on confessing.

"I'd bend you over one of the booths and just, ah, take you right there."

Just a little more.

"Y- you'd lie back on a table and spread your legs for me," he continued, "then I'd rail you until exhaustion."

She started squeezing his length in random intervals.

"You'd give me head in the restroom. Then I'd pound you against a wall."

Enma was stroking him fully now. "You really think I'd be so submissive like in your fantasies?"

"Uhh, no?"

She smiled deviously at him. "Good. Then let me show you what I would do."

Her tongue slipped out and she took a long, sensual lick from the base of his shaft to the tip. She rubbed his cockhead with her palm in a circular motion, eliciting even more groans from him.

"Enma, f-fuck..."

Kain made eye contact with Enma as she grinned smugly at him. The way her red eyes shone behind her glasses added to her beauty. He shivered with arousal, watching her lick his cockhead erotically and lapping at the pre-cum he was already leaking out.

"Patience, we'll get to that," she cooed, "for now..."

A gasp escaped Kain's lips as she took his length into her mouth, slowly but surely beginning to blow him. Deeper and deeper she pushed with each bob of her head, his cock throbbing against her tongue as she lovingly licked the underside. Soon, his tip was pushing near the back of her throat, making her gag slightly at the intrusion. Enma wrapped her pretty pink lips tightly around his girth and gave a strong suck, causing Kain to moan appreciatively.

Back and forth, up and down, Enma sensually gave him head in tandem with the strokes of her right hand. Eventually her lips met her fingers as she took his dick in deeper, prompting her to release him as she finally dropped all the way down, deep-throating him. Her left hand kept him from bucking up too much, although he didn't mind one bit that she was in control.

Enma moaned, rubbing her clothed pussy with her right hand. The humming of her voice sent pleasurable vibrations through Kain's cock, coaxing even more groans and expletives from him.

"S-shit...I ca- ffuck..."

Kain tried to resist letting go, to prolong this sensual experience as much as possible, but it was proving too much for him. His breathing got quicker and Enma heard it, prompting her to deep-throat him even faster.

"Glkh, glkh, slrrp."

The gagging and sucking sounds from Enma's throat turned Kain on even more, his cock pulsating in her hot mouth. Then with one strong suck, Enma took him all the way in and held it there, finally causing him to climax.

"Oh, gods!"

Kain cried out in bliss as he came, thick spurts of his seed shooting down Enma's throat and splattering all over her mouth. She swallowed the first couple spurts before giving one last lick and popping her lips off.

More ropes of cum streaked across her face and her glasses, a barrier preventing her from getting some in her eyes. The rest of his hot load splattered on her collarbone and the front of her shirt, almost mimicking the earlier beer accident.

Enma hummed appreciatively as his orgasm came to an end, softly jerking his cock to squeeze out a few more drops of his seed. She was impressed, yet slightly annoyed that her glasses and shirt got messed up.

"Huh, guess you really were pent up." Enma quickly unbuttoned her white shirt and stripped it off, exposing her modest bust in a black lacy bra. She removed her glasses, and began wiping it and her face down with the fabric before tossing it over her shoulder. She carefully placed her glasses on the nearby drawer.

Kain could only nod, panting for breath from the amazing blow job. His lust-addled mind took over when he laid eyes on Enma's bare torso, her pale skin contrasting with her black pantyhose and underwear. He sat up, catching her by surprise, and mashed his lips heatedly against hers.

"Mmph!"

Enma's eyes widened in surprise before submitting to the kiss, closing her eyes and looping her arms around his neck to bring him in closer. Kain's hands groped her back, massaging her shoulder area a bit before dropping down to squeeze the supple flesh of her ass.

The smooth pantyhose only added to the eroticism of touching her ass. His fingers fumbled around to try and get under the waistband so he could touch her directly. Instead, Enma took his hands and placed them on her boobs.

Kain didn't mind and he started kissing his way down her jaw, her jugular, and her collarbone before reaching the top of her tits. His hands cupped her breasts lustfully, groping them as he licked at her bare cleavage.

"Mmm, just like that~"

Enma groaned, already loving the sensual touches on her body. Hastily, she reached down with both hands and ripped her pantyhose at the crotch, exposing her black panties. Then she reached over to stroke his flaccid cock back to full mast with one hand, while fondling his balls with the other. Her lover responded by reaching behind her to unlatch her bra, the straps going slack her breasts were freed from their confinement.

She momentarily let go of Kain's dick to allow her bra to slide off her arms. He rushed the process by quickly grabbing the undergarment and flinging it away before fondling her bare tits. Enma let out a blissful sigh as her boobs were groped, her pink nipples stiff with arousal as his palms caressed them. Kain dipped his head lower and licked her naked breasts, circling his tongue around her left areola before taking the pink nub between his lips and sucking.

The manager shuddered as she held the back of his head with her left hand. With her right hand, she reached back down to grasp his hardening cock once more and began to jerk him off at a steady pace. He responded by gently rolling her nipple between his teeth and giving a hard suck, before popping his lips off and switching to her right tit and giving it the same treatment.

Enma temporarily let go of Kain's head to undo her hair-tie, letting her black and red locks fall slightly past her shoulders. She pushed his head back into her chest, savoring the feeling of his lips on her boobs. A gasp was elicited from her as he reached down with his right hand to push against her damp panties, before pushing the fabric aside to directly rub at her wet lower lips. As if competing with him, she gripped his shaft tighter and sped up her hand job, smearing his hot pre-cum all over his girth.

"Hah, Enma, I'm putting it in."

Kain spread her labia with his index and ring fingers, rubbing along the sensitive flesh and teasing her hot pink insides with his middle finger. Enma's breath hitched at his touch, turning into a low moan as he slowly eased his finger into her pussy. Her inner walls were hot to the touch, enticing him to push in his ring finger as well to better savor the addictive heat.

Enma clamped tightly on Kain's two fingers, panting as she was fingered. In and out, he pumped into her pussy, matching the pace of her hand job. The couple were eager for more, however, and they looked into each other's eyes after ceasing their ministrations.

"I'm ready," she whispered breathily.

The couple shared a chaste kiss before Enma leaned back and turned around. Kain's eyes roamed across her figure, appreciating the sight of her toned back muscles and her firm butt. His erection twitched as she got on all fours, reaching under with her right hand to spread her pussy lips for him. Her moist pink cavern looked so inviting among the creamy expanse of her inner thighs, highlighted even more by the black undergarments she wore.

Kain slowly got into position behind Enma, the slight swaying of her ass teasing him to action. His right hand settled on her thigh, and his left hand grasped his throbbing member and rubbed the underside along her wet slit. Sparks of pleasure teased his length, his lover also shivering with anticipation from the heat pressing against her womanhood. Hearts hammering in their chests, the pair held their breath as he finally lined his tip up with her entrance before slowly pushing in.

"O-ohhhh, yessss~" Enma hissed in pleasure as her pussy lips were pried open by the thick girth.

Her partner grunted in agreement, thrusting his hips slightly as he fed more of his dick into her drooling snatch. Inch after inch of his shaft sunk in, letting it go to grab on to her ass instead.

Soon, Kain's pelvis bumped against Enma's ass and his entire length was now throbbing inside of her. Her tight inner walls embraced his girth so snugly, clenching and squeezing at random intervals as she got accustomed to the raw feeling.

"Enma, you're so, nnggh, tight."

"Gods, Kain, you're, mmm, quite big."

His cock twitched inside her pussy, making her clamp tighter on instinct. The couple groaned simultaneously at the little movements. Enma wiggled her rear slightly, growling lowly at him to just start fucking her already.

Kain eagerly obliged, firmly gripping her waist as he drew his hips back. The both of them moaned as his girth scraped against her fleshy insides so pleasurably, her pussy gripping tightly as if trying to keep him in. Once only the tip was left in her clenching walls, he thrust forward and drove his cock back in, ramming against her deepest parts.

"Mmmpph, fuck!"

Enma's cursing egged him on further and he repeated the motion. Back and forth, he thrusted into her tight pussy at a steady pace.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound of skin smacking echoed in the bedroom, their joined sexes slick with arousal. Kain couldn't get enough of her, and soon he sped up his movements.

Enma bit her lip as he picked up the pace, pushing her hips back in tandem with his thrusts as their pelvises clapped together more frequently.

Clap, clap, clap.

He was railing her full-force now, grunting and gasping together as they chased their orgasmic highs. In and out, in and out, his dick pounded into her slippery pussy, the searing heat of her quivering folds enticing him to just. Keep. Fucking.

More of Enma's slick juices dribbled down her inner thighs, staining her black underwear and bedsheets below. She couldn't bring herself to care; too drunk on lust as she endured the powerful thrusts that left her moaning for more.

Enma suddenly pushed herself upright, reaching over her right shoulder for Kain's head. He leaned over her shoulder and their tongues met once more, lips barely kissing due to the intensity of their copulation.

The new angle of penetration was too much for the both of them, their ends fast approaching. His cock throbbed with more frequency as her pussy clenched repeatedly around him.

"Enma, I'm close..."

"Mmph, nnggh, don't, ah, you dare, mmm, stop!" She was able to let out between breaths.

With a husky growl, Kain pushed her down flat on to the bed, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. Any complaints she had was replaced by cries of pleasure as he kept prone-boning her in this new position. His hands shifted from her waist to her shoulders, lustfully massaging the same areas as before.

It was too much for Enma; with a choked cry, she pushed her face into the sheets and cried out as her orgasm hit. Her vaginal walls clamped tightly as her honey squirted out around the thick shaft inside her, squeezing erratically.

The immense pleasure tipped Kain over the edge. With a stuttering groan, he buried his cock in as deep as he could and came. Thick wads of hot cum shot deep into her seizing pussy, splattering all over her inner walls and pumping into her womb.

The lovers laid there as they rode out their orgasms, Kain humping gently into Enma as he dumped the rest of his load into her leaking pussy. Their combined fluids mixed inside her womanhood before some of it seeped onto the sheets below, staining it for sure.

"Gods, Enma..."

With a satisfied sigh, his softening cock slipped out with a wet plop, rivers of cum dribbling out of her quivering hole. Grunting, he pushed himself to lay next to her side and both of them took the time to catch their breaths.

"You, hah, finished inside," Enma finally said.

Kain nodded guiltily. "Sorry, I got carried away."

Enma turned her head, one red eye peeking at him from the sheets. "...it's fine. I didn't say you couldn't."

He found himself getting hard again, the mere idea of her possibly getting impregnated reigniting his arousal. She looked at his crotch and noticed, his erection slowly rising up once more.

Glaring back at him, Enma huffed before pushing herself off the sheets. She sat up on the bed and started to remove her torn pantyhose and soaked panties. She fingered some of the cum dripping from her pussy lips, bringing a finger up to lick it clean.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go another round."

Kain was quick to oblige; kicking his boxers off and pulling his shirt over his head to toss it somewhere. He then wrapped his arms around her back while mashing their lips together.

Enma moaned into the sloppy kiss, grabbing his cheeks and holding him there. Then, without warning, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on to the bed.

"Oof!"

He grunted as he found himself on his back, shivering as he saw the eager glint in Enma's eyes. She licked her lips and rubbed her wet slit against the underside of his shaft, their combined fluids making slight squishy sounds as they grinded.

"My turn," she said.

Enma grasped his dick and positioned her weeping slit over it, rubbing the head against her labia before slowly pushing down. Once more, the couple groaned as they connected. Her inner walls conformed to the shape of his girthy cock, the combined fluids of their earlier orgasms allowing for a smoother entry.

Kain laid his hands on her hips and helped her along. He pulled Enma down his shaft, his mind overcome with pleasure from the searing heat of her pussy. It felt like they were meant to be, his cock throbbing in tandem with her vaginal contractions, the wet warmth of her tight hole so inviting.

Soon, their pelvises met and his cock nudged deep against her cervix. He twitched within the snug embrace of her womanhood, her fleshy walls caressing every inch of his thick meat.

"Enma, please..."

Hearing him beg for her to move made her heart flutter, giddy that she was the one making him feel this way. With a smooth motion, Enma lifted her hips, intimately squeezing his cock with her pussy-

-before dropping back down.

"Mmph!"

Up and down, Enma rode his cock while rolling her hips. She voluntarily contracted her pelvic muscles, relishing in the small gasps of pleasure from Kain as his shaft was strangled so pleasurably.

Smack, smack, smack!

Kain started bucking his hips up, their skin colliding with wet impacts more frequently as he thrusted into her quivering pussy. Enma moaned and pushed herself into another sloppy kiss as she rode him harder and faster. Her bust squished against his chest, the sensation of her nipples rubbing against him adding to the eroticism. They exchanged saliva as their tongues coiled together before exploring the warm insides of each other's mouth.

His hands moved from her hips to her ass, grasping the pale flesh and pulling her down. Enma gasped as she felt her deepest parts get pounded, the tip of his cock battering her insides.

She stopped her bouncing in exchange for stirring her hips in a circular motion, the slick insides of her pussy gripping Kain's dick so tightly. He grunted in pleasure as he started to pulsate uncontrollably, his tip leaking pre-cum to smear against her cervix.

Enma felt it all; the telltale throb, the hot spurts coating her inner walls, and the tightening grip on her ass that was sure to leave marks the next day. Her own orgasm was approaching and she resumed her bounces, riding Kain for all his worth.

Kain knew he wasn't going to last much longer. So instead of staving off his looming climax, he wrapped his arms tight around Enma's sweaty back and kept railing her. He gasped as he felt her rake her nails down his back while leaving hickies on his neck. He returned the favor to her own neck, sucking on her jugular and kissing along her jaw. The tightening sensation in his balls grew stronger, no longer able to resist.

"You're so beautiful, Enma," he breathed huskily into her ear.

Enma squeaked at his endearing tone, causing her to blush furiously and tighten up. It was too much for Kain and with a final gasp, he yanked her all the way down his pulsating cock and unloaded everything inside of her.

Rope after rope of cum painted Enma's inner walls white, the hot sensation of his seed all but dragging her over the edge with him as she also came, her womanhood clamping tight as squirts of honey sprayed around his cock. Her wail of pleasure was stifled as she crashed their lips together, kissing each other messily while he kept blowing his load.

The couple grinded their pelvises into each other, their mutual orgasms overwhelming their minds. Her pussy milked his cock, almost wringing him dry as he emptied his balls, his thick cum filling her womb.

Gradually, they came down from their highs as they laid there, breaking away for air. Enma rested her head against Kain's shoulder, twitching slightly in the aftershocks of her climax. She couldn't find the strength to lift herself off just yet, leaving Kain to shudder as he slowly pulled out of her creampied pussy.

Like a dam that had broken, dollops of cum poured out of Enma's pink folds now that Kain's dick wasn't plugging her up, her quivering insides dilated from the intense rounds of sex before closing back to normal.

"You finished inside again," Enma said quietly.

Kain cleared his throat nervously. "Ah, sorry. I couldn't help it. I..."

Enma shook her head. "Don't worry about it, I can take the pill." Then she turned to glare at him. "But if you did knock me up, you're taking responsibility, capiche?"

"Okay, yeah. I got it." Kain kissed her on the nose. "I wouldn't leave you like that."

She huffed and turned her back to him, hiding her flushed cheeks. "You better not. I know how to find you. Now be a good big spoon for me so we can sleep. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled and pulled her into an embrace. "Of course. After all that, I'm sure we're both tuckered out. Sweet dreams, Enma."

Enma couldn't help but smile. "Hmph. You too, Kain."

END

Wow, uh, writing this kinda tuckered me out. This will probably be my last smut for a while so it doesn't get bland and/or repetitive for me. Hope you enjoyed reading this degeneracy.