"Good morning, Melo. Sleep well?"

"Yes. But I still have odd dreams. You promise you're not upset by me going to see him without you?"

"Never, darling. It is equally your duty to serve the Master as it is mine."

"As long as you're okay with it, I guess. I feel…I've felt unworthy since then."

I rolled onto my side, tucking my arms against myself as I leaned against Kabuto's chest. I felt his strong arms drape over me, pulling me close.

"You're not unworthy, you're the most perfect person in the whole world to me. Please see that."

"I know, but I still feel…I mean, I can't logic my way out of emotions, you know? I think that's a skill that only you have."

I watched Kabuto's face shift as an idea slid into place behind his eyes. He smiled down at me, rustling my hair.

"Would you like to try something less logical?"

I couldn't say I wasn't curious.

"Alright? What do you have in mind?"

He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his, allowing him to help me to my feet. He led me to the bathroom, turning the shower on and dropping his cloak on the ground. I watched him curiously, then began to undress.

We're going to shower? Alright, that doesn't sound like a bad time.

"Stop, let me."

He crossed over to me, taking the hem of my shirt in his hands. He lifted it gently over my head, dropping it onto his cloak. His lips found my shoulder, his kiss cool and calming. I felt myself relaxing against him, giving myself over to soothing attentions. He knelt in front of me, pulling my pants off and allowing me to lean on his shoulders as I stepped out of them. He tossed those over to join my shirt, then kissed his way back up my exposed body.

"I do feel a little better…"

"Well, I'm glad. I was thinking that while the water got warmer, I could show you how much you meant to me."

I giggled, forehead resting against his chest. He tipped my head up and kissed me, bowing me back over his arm to deepen the kiss. His taste spread over me, as intoxicating as always. I sucked at his split tongue, eager to take in more of him. He broke the kiss off and swept me up into his arms.

"Ah! Where are we going?"

"Not far, don't worry. Don't you trust me?" He teased. I answered too seriously.

"With my life."

I heard his sharp intake of breath, then he took me over to the bathroom counter, leaning me against the clear space between the sinks. His things, unscented lotion, toothbrush, etc., were by the sink on the left, and mine were on the right. Behind me was a long, unbroken stretch of mirror that spanned most of the wall. He kissed me again, and I felt myself slide onto the counter.

"I can't stand the idea of you not feeling as perfect as you are. Let me take care of you, Melo."

I placed my hands on the counter behind me, leaning back against my arms. He knelt again in front of me, bringing his face level with my hips. I spread my legs on the counter, and he brought his lips to me. He moved as if he was as eager to taste me as I was to feel him, tongue slipping over the sensitive nub of my clitoris and flicking back over it again and again. I crossed my legs behind his head, rolling my hips against him. A gasp slipped out as he locked his lips in place around me, staring up at me as he sucked harshly.

"You're getting better at that~Ahh~! If you keep going, I'm not gonna last very long…"

He slipped his mouth down over my entrance and licked, pressing his tongue just barely into me. His fingers came up to work on my reddened clit, still sensitive from the attention of his mouth. I felt myself already getting warmer, a pit in my stomach growing tighter. He pulled off of me, still staring up to keep my gaze.

"Feeling better, Melo?"

I laughed before I answered, moving my hips towards him.

"As I'm sure you can tell, I'm feeling pretty good right now."

"I'm glad to hear it~"

He stood up, and I had to suppress a whine as his mouth moved further away.

"Turn."

I looked at him, confused. He took my hand and helped me off the counter, then spun me in a half circle, pressing my hips against the edge of where I had just sat. I felt his breath on my neck as he stepped against me, his hands resting on my shoulders. He turned my head up to kiss him, then pushed one of his hemipenes into me. The other one slipped between my cheeks, cooling as it rubbed up against my skin.

"I want you to see it, Melo. I want you to see how much you mean to me."

He started fucking into me, his hips slapping against mine as he bent me over the counter, closer to the mirror. I felt his hands in my hair, pointing my face towards my reflection.

"Do you see that expression? It's breathtaking."

I blushed, looking up at his own reflection instead. His glasses were beginning to fog in the steam from the shower. The way he bit his lip, the way he strained as he buried himself in me, it was all on display.

Is that what I do to him?

"Yeah…breathtaking."

He pushed me closer to the mirror, and I pressed my palms against it to keep my face from being forced against the glass.

"Look at yourself, not me."

"But have you seen yourself? You're ahh~!"

He thrust against that special spot inside me as he redirected my face, forcing me to watch as my expression melted into one of ecstasy.

"Do you see that, my precious one? I get to see that expression every time we're together."

"This is embarrassing…"

I blushed deeply as he continued pushing into me. He pulled my head up higher, exposing more of me to myself. His hands traveled all over me, caressing the skin on my stomach, cupping my sensitive breasts in his cold hands. He let his hand rest on my collar for a moment before he released it, letting his hands return to my shoulders.

"See that collar, Melo?"

"Yes, Sir."

The lock at my neck bounced as he thrust into me, shining in the light. I saw the gaze of my reflection grow softer, more unfocused as I watched it bounce. I felt like I was drifting away. He bent down to bite the skin on my shoulder, and I watched my own lips part as a lewd noise escaped.

Am I really that pretty?

"That's our bond, remember. Every time you see it, I want you to remember how much you mean to me."

I ground back against him, watching his reflection as he twitched inside of me. His hair was loose, falling into his face and blocking my view. I longed to reach up and brush it into place, but he felt too good to move away from. The tightness in my stomach grew, and I felt my legs start to shake. I closed my eyes and sank against the counter, ready to lose myself in my release. He yanked my hair back up, forcing my vision forwards.

"Please Sir, I'm so close. Just let me…"

"You're going to watch yourself cum if you want to finish. You're going to see how gorgeous you are."

I looked back into the mirror, trying my best to relax into doing as I was told. I saw him bend, disheveled and strained, next to my ear. I saw his gaze sharpen as he caught my eye in the mirror and growled in my ear.

"Finish for me baby, you can do it."

I felt myself unravel at his command, my mouth falling open and my eyes squeezing shut involuntarily. I opened them again as soon as I was able, watching my body shake in the mirror. Kabuto pumped into me for a few more seconds before coming undone himself. Cum spurted from both heads of his hemipenes. Half of it shot into me, hot and thick, and the other half spread itself over my back. His face contorted into something desperate, unhinged. I watched as he rode his own wave of release out in me.

What a sight~

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of me. I felt him drip onto the ground below us. He pulled me up against his body, holding me tightly for several seconds with his eyes shut. When I turned to face him, the real him, he kissed me again.

"So, the water's probably warm by now. And it seems like we might need to clean up a bit."

"I feel better, thank you."

He leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"Glad to hear it."