"Just Lovely"

Synopsis: The Sekiryuutei was alone, bathing. What could happen when there's only one naughty nekoshou left in the same house?


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...Rated: ["K"]...
For Kuroka

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"Huuuah..." Sighing heavily, Issei allowed himself to relax in his private and steamy indoor onsen, which was yet another room he had only just found in his massive complex. Looking around, he admired his rather new surroundings, before he slid deeper, throwing his head back, and began reminiscing his new life with closed eyes.

Only in a few months...

Only in a few months—his life has changed, in all sorts of ways, he could barely fathom how and why. He's seen all sorts of things, fought all sorts of things, and gained all sorts of things. ...And, finally, he grinned perversely, he's touched—groped—all sorts of things.

He wasn't sure for how long but he peacefully sat there, thinking, until he heard a noise.

*Spliish*

"Huh?" Opening his eyes, he heard something. He blinked at a black cat then ignored as if it were a normal occurrence since it wasn't causing any harm by shutting his eyes once more.

—Then his eyes shot open and looked back. It had two tails! He swore he saw two tails, even through the blurring steam drifting in the room. ...Although, he has seen more surprising things, like Rias' oppai!

However, when he did look back, the black feline was gone...

Yet, it only serviced to confuse him further when a sudden weight to his lap appeared.

Throwing and clamping both hands over his flooding nose, he sputtered nonsense as he struggled to look away—and look at the same time.

"Sekiryuutei-chin is all alone, Nyaaa~" The black-haired nekoshou yawned before her glowing honey eyes looked up to Issei, who was all too shocked to move. "Ne ne, did you know I was alone? I was lonely, ya' know."

In a tight ebony one-piece swimsuit, which only pronounced her sensually arousing curves, Kuroka stretched herself over his legs, bending her back akin to a cat. Her breast brushed heavily against Issei's legs. Her matching long hair swam around them both, blocking anything that was underneath, but it failed to block her raised plump torso, tails, and rising behind. Then she finished stretching by laying herself over his lap in warm, wet comfort. The sinful temptations flatted and rubbed across his inner thighs, as Kuroka shifted, making sure to not touch a certain region.

"The perverted Oppai Emperor Dragon is all to myself, Nyaa~"

She ghostly drew her fingers over his harden and scarred torso and up to the right side of his chin, where it gently played with his skin like a gentle massage. "—or does this bad n' naughty, naughty cat belong to the great big, and almighty drar~rag~gon~?" Erotic images shot through his mind—him taking her from behind, ironically, in doggy position, him playing her tails in missionary position, him doing... all sorts of things in all sorts of positions—as blood tried to force its way passed his fingers.

She tilted her head and made a slightly confused face from his visible lack of a reaction—to imitate untainted innocence, perfectly aware of her effect on the brown-eyed male, as all dragons had a weak spot for helpless and innocent maidens. "Or does the perverted Oppai Dragon Emperor not find my oppai good enough?" She shifted herself so that her knees trapped and pinned Issei's legs beneath her and her round underside rubbed against his thighs with every movement either of them made.

The water shook, suddenly. Vigorously, Issei had his hands still to his nose, and shook his head side-to-side, unable to find it in himself to speak as he stared at the quaking breast, unable to draw away.

Feinting innocence once more, she smiled brightly, as she reached around and underneath her generous yet tightly nylon-covered breasts. She spoke more sensually this time. "I'm glad, Nyaa~" Slowly, Kuroka reached over to Issei's hands with her own. Her actions caused Issei to draw away from her supple chest, but he didn't regret it, either.

Taking Issei's hand into hers, Kuroka masterfully rubbed them, soothingly, as she brought them up before her bountiful chest. "Issei-chin, do you..." She paused, purposefully biting her lip, noting his reactions. She felt Issei squirmed under her and his hand twitch with need. She resumed speaking with an innocently bashful tone "—does Issei-chin want to ...touch them?"

Blood trickled from his nose and in between his fingers, as his mouth twitched. "I—I, I-"

Kuroka's eyes glistened as she brought her hands, and by extension, Issei's pair of hands, behind her, to close the space between the two.

Issei stopped sputtering nonsense once he felt the sinfully divine sensation of her... lovely boobs. It was just so great, overwhelming—it just so... awesome! Perfect! He could feel everything, like her semi-harden peaks, and her heart, which pounded, diagonally from his own. While he didn't understand why, it was comforting to hear it. It was quick, like his own, but slower. However... it was, perhaps... nervous akin his own.

Is Kuroka... a virgin? There was no other reason to be nervous, right? Wait, no scratch that, I'm nervous... But I'm still a virgin!

Suddenly, he was drawn from his thoughts. Looking down, his thoughts were conquered by the sensual sight before him. "Hoooh! Hoh! Ooh!" Something against his chest was grinding up and down against him—something so... perfectly perfect!

"Does this feel good, Sekiryuutei-chin, Nyaa~?" Looking up from her lower position, she stared up to her appointed "donor." It made her seem even smaller than she actually was, further pushing for the timid image she was forging.

Only if there wasn't that fabric in between my exposed chest and her irresistible—magnificent breasts!

"It feels... the best!" The neko-girl giggled, which pulsated through the both of them. It filled Issei with some sort of weird emotion since he, had not only heard, but, felt her delighted laugh.

However... he repeated blinked, suddenly. He has never seen her... laugh so genuinely, before. —No, he remembered something, I lied... I have; it was when... Kuroka began to reconnecting—teasing and playing—with her sister.

He began staring at her, unconsciously meeting her mischievous golden-brown eyes with his oddly serious maple ones.

A tint of pink appeared onto her face, as she realized that he was staring at her, sincerely. Slowly, she stopped her ministrations, pulling away. "Is..." She paused, unsurely. Why is he looking at me like this? To match her thoughts, her face gained a true timid face, "Did I do something wrong? —Is it not to your liking?" His gaze was a bit nerving-raking, strangely.

"T-That's not true, but..." Blinking once, Issei nervously and instinctively scratched at his cheek, feeling he would sound odd or strange, "I... I just thought I've only since you laugh like 'that' once before..." He turned away, embarrassed.

His statement caused her to, also, blink once, as she absorbed his expressive words. Then, she smiled, satisfied at her "choice," and happily at his attentiveness, before she giggled once more.

Issei swung his head back at the sound of her pleased laughter. "W-What's so funny?" though, he was happy it sounded genuine.

"N-Nothing," she started, recovering from her amusement, and smiling cheerfully, "I-It's just you really are a strange, nyaa~ and perverted Sekiryuutei, you know that, Issei-chin?" Her hands took his hands, once more. "But, I like that, ya' know?" Pulling on them, she drew Issei back to her, a blush spilling deeper into her skin.

Issei also blushed at her closeness as they were, although not touching, cheek-to-cheek.

A whisper reached his ears, "...A lot..." before an unfamiliar sensation overtook his cheek. She kissed his cheek... After of which, she began licking him!

"W-W-What!" He could sputter again! As he struggled to move, he felt odd.

Considering his "unreasonable" confusion, she swerved his head so that her lips could meet his and that she did. It made him go silent, utterly so. The only noises made were her, playing with his tongue and each of them grunting as so.

Still dominating his mouth, she smiled slight tears to her eyes. It wasn't from grief, guilt, shame or even anger, she knew that.

She forced herself turned away from the kiss, looking down and away. "I—I..." She awkwardly paused, gathering and organize her thoughts. She glanced back to Issei, only to immediately look away as she caught his concerned gaze.

"I'm..." She stared down to her trembling hands, before she relaxed her shoulders, and let her thoughts flow through her mouth, "—I'm horny." Her eyes widened, as strange embarrassment filled her. It, for some odd reason, reminded her of the time when he stopped her from taking Shrione.

" "..." "

Silence instilled awkwardness.

Issei was still processing her words, and their bodily compromise.

Issei knew how to control himself (as shown by his dreadful stalling of Rias' virginity), but for how much longer could he? This beautiful, irresistible neko Onee-sama was just that close to getting him to forget himself. It was only by the Satan's will that his poker face hasn't fallen. He could only hope Kuroka didn't notice his struggle ...down below.

Her face was just so close and with the rather passionate kiss still fresh in his mind, he couldn't help to want more and blush everytime he glanced towards the blissful lips—and what they could do. And, by the Oppai Gods from the hidden above, her breast, though only looking larger because of her small figure, were big! They were just a bit smaller than Rias, yet they were perfect, as any other boobs! Her other bodily curves were always mystified and held hidden by her usual kimono, yet here they were fully outlined by her skin-tight black one-piece. And damn, he wanted to slide and hold his hands by them. From his position, he could see her twin tails, and if his "stash" was anything to go by, he wanted to stroke them and see if they were soft and a tool of pleasure.

—She was a seductive creature, he knew then more than ever. He could only hope, she didn't look down.

Kuroka had by then had enough of the awkwardness; she hated the feeling. Swiftly, she pulled back, scanning him. When she landed to the raised towel at his lap, her mouth fell open in surprise.

She grinned, mischievously as Issei realized that he had been caught, and so, he covered his rising groin, blushing. "Nyaa~" She purred, and drew close to him. "Issei-chin is naughty~" She draped herself over him, once more. "Making me embarrassed, wait and letting his secret stash be found by this curious kitty." Using her breast, she effortlessly pushed him back until his leveled back hit the edge, leaving him in the lounging position since he propped his arms upon the rocky edges to balance himself. "I think he needs to be punished."

She pulled back, her breast shook as looked away, "—or does this naughty, naughty cat need to be punished for scouring through the scary dragon's treasure, Nyaa~?"

Issei didn't respond but he looked around, quickly searching for signs of other residents. Everytime he got this close, he was always stopped. However, with no signs, he wasn't sure if he could continue. That was, only if he had it in him to stop them, which, if it was by the girl's own consent, he couldn't—wouldn't stop.

He was still debating if he could stop her when something engulfed him and caused him to shiver with pleasure. It caused him to throw his head back, considering the suddenness. "K-Kuroka!" Her smooth hands moved quickly, stroking him and turned him into groaning putty. How was she so skilled?

Excited and a bit nervous at the fact that she never has done the action before, she intriguingly peered at his reactions. "It's getting harder in my hand, Nyaa~!" Titling her head, she looked up from her left hand and the strange object in between them, to Issei's face. "Does this feel good?"

Trying his best to ignore the sensations so that he could respond, Issei let out, "T-The Best!"

Feeling pleased with his answer, her smile widened and she drew her fingernails of her other hand up his chest with a ghostly and dazzling feel, causing shivers alongside the sensation of her lower actions to overwhelm him. "I'm glad~" Once she reached his chin, she didn't play with his skin, she drew his face to hers. She watched his face twist with ecstasy; it made her happy that it was she who was causing him to feel pleasure. "Issei," she started, barely realizing she didn't use any suffixes, "could we move, Nyaa~?"

Dumbly, he nodded, taking them both out the water and down against the dew-covered floor behind him. They both shivered at the new chillier temperature. Thinking about her and the sudden change in temperature, he moved one arm around her waist, lopsided with his hand groping her plump underside. His other arm was busy stabilizing him from behind, both their weight insubstantially pressuring him.

However, it wasn't needed, as Kuroka pushed him down again. "Issei," she pulled the towel from lap, making him shiver with the updraft. "—Do you want... it between my beloved," she paused once more to squeeze her breast together, "Tits?" In her left hand, Kuroka didn't let her smirk show when his smelly thing twitched.

"Y-Yes..." It was more of a murmur than anything else as he turned his head away, unusually embarrassed.

Kuroka couldn't help but smirk. "What was that, Sekriyuutei?" She couldn't help but tease him; she was a naughty cat after all. "I couldn't hear you, Nyaa~"

"Y-Yes!" He was blushing heavily, once he said it.

She giggled, as it was lusciously cute, seeing him that way. "Now now, was that so hard?" Her speech had a double meaning, which Issei had also caught. But, she dreadfully retracted herself from their physical contact, slipping her hands, and allowing her hand to pause at the tip. She spoke again, a bit coyly, "E-Even if it's embarrassing, please watch; this is for you, Nyaa~"

At that, he finally turned back. He watched her take both shoulder straps into each hand and tantalizingly slip them down her shoulders. With that, he got a bit of her physical crevice appearing.

Seeing his perverted attentiveness, Kuroka felt exposed unlike ever before. But no matter! She would drive forward as she has always done. "This is embarrassing." She only immediately confessed to copy his various eroges, but the statement did withhold some truth, as she was rather inexperienced in the "art" of procreating. With that, she pulled the straps lower, and finally, presenting her perfect womanly curves with a slight jiggle from their release from their nylon prison.

Issei followed everything, gapping. His hands twitched as they laid by his side, without meaning, at least at that moment.

Smiling cutely, Kuroka got to her knees, her one-piece exposing her large breast as it hung loosely beneath them. "I'm starting, Nyaa~" She pushed aside Issei's stiff legs, and seized her breast by the front. That action brought chills up her body as she had rubbed up against her stiffened pink peaks. Finally, she swiftly plunged Issei's rigid penis within them.

"Gah!" Issei grunted, throwing his head back slightly. He's touched—groped—all sorts of things. But, he has never had boobs surround his penis for a boobjob. —And by the almighty Chichigami, this is splendid! Perfectly so!

From the corners of his eyes, he watched as her perfect peaks came up then down then up again and then down again swallowing his harden flesh. It was memorizing. The pressure that made shutter with rapture was utterly perfect. The way her hands held her large chest, simply put, it was erotic the way her own hands dug into her smooth flesh. He even watched the waves of hair that lifted and fell, yet with upmost grace.

Then with a face of concentration, her dark honey orbs met his chocolate ones. Her expression relaxed with a mischievous visage as she licked her luscious lips that asked to be kissed, endlessly. Kuroka knew she couldn't help but find him cute with his face full of pleasure. If she were to describe it, she probably would say she could even get drunk on it. Or perhaps—

"Nyaa~" She mewled, successfully gaining Issei's attention, "I think I 'ought to use my mouth," She stared him straight on, as her neck craned down. Her tongue reached out and watered her pink lips once more. "Nyaa~?" Her saliva drooped from between her lips, onto the raging rod that wasn't going to leave her cleavage anytime soon.

Her grin widened at his shiver when her lips met his shining and swollen tip. "Mmm~" Humming gently, she swirled her tongue over the tip. Sucking on the skin, she took in more of the hard-on. She then ran her tongue as low as her mouth could reach.

"Urrgh... Huaa..." Hearing Issei moan and grunt at her ministrations, she felt greatly delighted at her perverse effort. She kept her eyes straight towards Issei, who tried his best not to twitch or throw his head back in pleasure. He was trying to maintain eye contact as he had "learned" it was important but—it was just so much. Either that, or Kuroka was just that skillful. To be truthful, he thought it was a little of both, but more so the former as breast were perfect!

From between her bountiful pillows, she felt Issei's hard flesh twitch harshly, before he groaned heavily. "Nrggg!" The colorless liquid shot forth into Kuroka's mouth. Unused to drinking any kind of fluid at such a rate, she had some drip from between her lips, onto the back of hand, which originally was going to wipe at her lips. To be honest, Kuroka would have been taken by surprise if it weren't for the fact that she had watch Issei's collection, which included the very predicament they were in and she had predicted. Though she wasn't too sure how she should feel about that...

However, Kuroka kept her hold on his manhood as she rose from her position. Her other cupped her hidden wetness and took the texture of her skin-tight suit among her fingers. She wasn't lying when she said she was horny, after all. She's naughty, yes, but she was no liar. "Issei," She pushed the bottom of her skin-tight one-piece to the side, exposing her fleshy lower lips and the moisture that leaked. "...I'm wet."

Hearing that, Issei looked down, only to gulp as he saw juices either drip from her thin slit or slither down her perfectly toned thighs. Barely thinking, for the extraordinarily tantalizing scent of her womanly juices made him feel strange, making he take her by surprise. Her curvy butt was grasped into his palms, and then drove them towards himself, and thus, Kuroka fell towards him, taken aback, by his directness.

"H-Hey! !N-Nyaaa~" Suddenly, her eyes widened as she abruptly moaned with pleasure and her legs gave in. "!" Quickly, on instinct, her small hands placed themselves into Issei's brown locks, holding him still—and driving him even closer. Issei was licking her like a cat to milk, and she never thought something would feel so great! Gods, what is t-this! "Oh my!" Her voice became strangled as her head swerved.

There was still one hand, holding her still—by her ass—when she threw her head back. Something—a rough thumb—touched that nub just before her virginal pink lower lips. It was... It was called a "clit," or something that she had learned from finding Issei's porn stash. —But, when Issei used his rough digit to rub, stroke, and massage it "—N-NyaaH~! Ise! I-Issei! Wait" She couldn't help but moan and mewl.

Issei, despite Kuroka's forceful hands, moved away from Kuroka's nether region, causing her to sigh out in fading bliss. "Hwuaah~" He then let her fall into his arms, her knees between his. He started at her, in her disheveled mess. She seemed to be shuttering yet she hadn't climaxed, which she unknowingly dreaded, as shown by the amount of secretion leaving between her legs.

Pulling her into his lap, his manhood barely brushing Kuroka's wet lips, allowing her to face him. His hands hesitantly went towards her cat ears. "C-Can I touch them?" He asked nervously, losing his forcefulness.

Surprised by his sudden change, yet not deterred, she answered as she saw his rather pleasurable curiosity emerge, "I do belong to the perverted dragon—Hyoudou Issei." Seeing him gulp heavily, her smile widen, while adding more fuel to the fire. "You can touch me whenever, wherever, however, nyaa~"

Issei wouldn't (possibly, at the moment, at least) admit it, but that really did turn him on and send more blood to his manhood. Especially, with them the very possible and promising scenes still were flying through his perverse mind.

However, he pushed past that to gently rub the tips of her black-fur ears. "Yaah~" A soft moan slipped through her lips. That spurred him on to continue. Thus, in between her thumb and pointer finger, he rubbed with more force and covering an even greater area. Her shivers increased in fever as his right hand went to stroke her tail with curiosity.

"Nya! M-My tail i-is a weird place t-too? —Hahn!" She jolted suddenly at his fierce grab.

Kuroka didn't know it but Issei had other plans. He used the hand that once held her ear in pleasure-pickling touches to her waist to pull her towards him, her back meeting Issei's chest. Whispering huskily into her ear, he almost let his restraint cease, "Are you sure about that?" His flesh met it's dripping female counterpart, causing them both to shiver in the wake of his words. "About having me touch you?" Was it okay for him to be dominate?

Moaning as she did so, Kuroka rolled her hips, thus her drenched lips across his girth, coating it in her womanly juice as she threw her head back to look up to Issei. Her face was velvet with pleasure and the smile that showed her outright happiness seemed to widen with challenge. "I dunno, nyaa~? I want babies, you want..." she paused to grab at her bountiful pair, "these, don't 'cha, Sekiryuutei-chin?" The glint in Kuroka's dark honey orbs shined as his eyes instantly moved to the drawing nipples that rested below her thumb, which shamelessly rubbed herself.

Issei blinked, and then grinned again. He didn't respond with words but actions. Actions that that drew pleased moans from the both of them.

He brushed up against her. His swollen and vulnerable tip sent the deepest of chills with a just of bit of it entering her then leaving to massage and brush up against her. "—Gods..." Neither one of them were sure who said that. However, Kuroka felt herself grow wetter at the thought of what his cock could do if it penetrated her entirely. And, yet, she didn't move.

Again, she shivered as the tip entered her, but Issei didn't remove it again or push further. Instead, he said, "...Are you sure I..." He gulped as he stopped.

Kuroka smiled at his hesitance. It was endearing. He cared for her like no one ever has. It was more than she ever wanted. He definitely was a pervert but... he definitely wasn't a bad person—not at all. Her sight blurred, to a point she felt soft warmth stream down her cheeks.

"O-Oh! I-I'll, uh!" But he was short-sighted for his inability to be unable to see her true intentions of her tears. Although it necessarily wasn't a bad thing as it was one the many things that made who the man Issei was, and added to the endearing factor. But, he really did need to... 'grow a pair,' as they say nowadays.

However, Kuroka would be gentle with as he was to her as it was both their first times. She really liked the sound of that thought. She bit her lip as her tears dried and she almost pleaded. "Please, Ise ...make me feel it, completely." Was that gentle? Kuroka didn't know.

Patiently, she watched as his expression twisted between pleasure and worry before he responded with "I heard it... this hurts the first time." He sucked in a breath of air. "I'll try to make this as painless as I can."

He doesn't have to do that... All he needs to do is... finish within me. Yet, she wouldn't deny that she liked that he was thinking about her. She gasped—something between an inhale and exhale—as he entered deeper than before.

Her legs squirmed, her ears twitched, and her eyes were shut tight as she tried to regain control over body and when he stopped at the certain barrier. She opened one eye as the suddenness from Issei's intrusion began to fade. Her eye didn't meet Issei as he was watching his girth. So, to get his attention, she pulled at his arms that wrapped themselves just under her breasts, causing him to enter a bit deeper, but by then, Kuroka was a bit more accustomed to Issei spread her apart. Issei's comfort eyes moved to hers as he barely hovered over her. "K-Kuroka?"

"Eee..." To be honest, Kuroka felt the pain was far too exaggerated. She's felt worst, but she couldn't deny the sense of pleasure that slowly began engulf her form. He didn't move after piercing a bit deeper. Perhaps, she thought, it was he who was being gentle with her. "I'm f-fine." She bit her lip before she confessed, "Just—go all the way."

"Al—Alright." He said with finality. He grunted softly as he pushed her down so that he went into her depths, until he couldn't. It was what she asked for, right? Issei didn't realize it but many emotions flashed across his face with closed eyes.

Seeing the emotions, Kuroka paused. He was really cute; it caused her to smile to herself as she tried to hold back a snicker. He didn't have to hold back, she was already more than ready, especially after see what he liked.

They stayed connected for a moment before Kuroka felt like she wanted to his face twist with even more pleasure. What could she say? She was a naughty cat, after all. She signaled him by rolling her hips, mewling softly at the new sensation. Of having something within her. "Haauh..." It wasn't just the pulsing man flesh, no, she felt love searing through her veins, like the love for her sister, but for another—for Issei. He didn't abuse her or the choice she gave him. She really did like him, but now she realized it blossomed so beautifully, so marvelously. —I... I love Issei? Her face became a deeper red as her ministrations slowed. Liking someone wasn't new, as she did have a slight crush for Vali at one point. However, love? That was so foreign after she did the unthinkable and ...left her sister for dead.

She shook head slightly. That was in the past, and to be forgiven, not to be listlessly dwelled on.

"Kuroka..." Issei moaned, but noticed her motions slowing.

"Nyaa~" Kuroka pulled her arms from his thighs and wrapped them around his neck. Issei didn't resist when she pulled. She moved her head so it rested on his shoulder, aback and just a centimeter from Issei's face. "Issei," she adverted her eyes, "I love you?" She didn't move; she knew Issei wouldn't either.

Issei blinked and didn't respond for a moment.

"I..." He started slowly, unsure if he was about to say the right words as he wasn't one to think before speaking. "I like Kuroka because she has help me. She has tried her best to play with her sister. She works hard, but isn't sure how to do something so it wouldn't cause problems." He smiled awkwardly. "I like Kuroka because she is like me, but I can help her because I know how it is."

If anyone was looking at him, one would think he was one of the holiest of saints; He began removing Kuroka from his lap! Despite his hard-on and thoughts!

—Harshly, he was thrown towards the ground, his back against the floor. "K-Kuroka?"

"I wasn't actually planning to fall in love," she confessed, quietly. "But, Issei?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I love you," she declared with finality. "Now, give me your babies, nya~!" She pounced onto him, doubts were gone; it was only them, his hardening penis, and her soaking entrance. She knew that more than ever, and wouldn't haven't any other way.

She sat herself so she was facing him, her palms pressed against his chest. Pressure built underneath her hands as she began nearing towards his right ear. "Sit back and relax, ne?" They both shivered with she replaced herself over his manhood.

Swiftly, she came down upon his flesh, plunging herself deep within her, releasing urges she never knew of. Yet unlike the first time, there was not a sign of pain. Simply unadulterated pleasure. "Huah!" From there she moved without reserve, focused on pleasure the one she loved—and if she were honest, herself also.

Issei grunted, trying to last as her swaying breast in all their perfect glory hypnotized him. Slowly, he reached up to grabbed the breast that for so long tortured him. Kuroka's eyes widen as she moaned, "I-Issei, t-those are my-Yess!" Her left hand left her side to grab at his right hand, and pressed them deeper. "F-Fondle them more, Nyaa~! My tits!" Issei couldn't help but hold them a bit harder and follow Kuroka's request.

"More..." Kuroka allowed him to penetrate her tight folds all down the base, then grinded, pulling her hips back and forth before she pulled it from her—only to shove it right in, moaning all the way. "More!" Her voice was seductively husky as her movements began picking up pace, her juices seemingly spilled without reserve, akin to her yells of bliss. "I'm—N-Nyaaaah~!" With that, she collapsed upon him.

However, Issei was far from done, and too drowned in his lust to wait and listen to reason.

Issei rose from the ground, taking Kuroka with him on his lap. His hard-on still deep in her drenched folds. He flipped her so she face the other way, her back against his chest. He simply moved on instinct, perverted things were second nature to him, after all.

"I'm going to do, however I want."

Gods, his voice dark, rough, and promising, didn't fall short in turning Kuroka on. Not. At. Fucking. All. "Nyaa..."Kuroka seemed to like the way he held her, shown by her soft mewling of his rather rough handling; one arm tightly, not so much that it hurt, around her waist and the other rough arm up against her bountiful chest, every once and a while, it rubbing against her peaks. She felt his hardness, rub against her own hard clit. "Haauh, I-Issei, I'm s-still sen—si—!" Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open, "TIVE~!"

He didn't her give any time to recover. He just keep plowing into her. The resonances of their wet flesh resounded in the steamy room. His hip thrusted up against her lower lips, never slowing or failing to make her shout his name or indecipherable words. The hand that once held her by her hips was playing with the hard tip of her breast, tweaking it, pinching it. He released her hips because he felt her trying to ground herself against him whenever he thrust down to the base, where he met the womb.

Wherever that was, it made her peak of ecstasy after a few well placed thrusts in the same spot, which guess was her "soft" spot. "Y-You're reaching... my... !—WOMB~!"

The sultry yells, her tight—tightening—walls caused him to also reach a similar high, not to long after. "I-I'm c-cumming!" With that, his fluid shot from him into Kuroka's tight depths, shivering it the sudden warmth.

She slumped forward, her arm shook as they held with barely enough strength. "T-This is... Issei's milk..." With her head down, she observed the whiteness dripped like her own fluids, but unlike her own, she felt the warmth leave her as it cooled sliding down her almost numb legs. She could chillingly still remember the oddly addictive taste the fluid withheld as it shot into her mouth.

Remembering that, she put her left arm underneath her head, relaxing over it as her other went to her pussy to capture the white baby-making fluid, so she could relish in it. Relish in it, she did, humming lightly as she did so.

However, she didn't notice his cock that stood stiff still, almost proudly as the sight of her. What man couldn't do so at the sight of her? Her rear was shamelessly held in the air. Various liquids dripped from her core. She was covered in sweat, her fluids, his fluids, showcasing their very actions, especially when she was willingly drinking his essence. And man, did he want to continue. Therefore, he trusted her and her words in allowing him taking her whenever, wherever, however.

His hands grabbed her by her sides as he aimed at her entrance once more. Feeling the hands, Kuroka moved from looking at her hands, and looked at him, "Huh?" She shuttered at the feeling of her remembering his intenseness. Having more time to recover than last time, she was a bit more ready for him. And so, with a sultry and seductive tone, she urged him on, so that he could discharge all he had. "Make me feel it completely, in my pussy, Nyaa~"

Bending over, he entered her slightly. "Oh?" His expression held mirth, unusual across his face. "I will." He inched a bit more. "'Til you climax in every, little, thrust." Right on his last word, he did so.

"It's s-still so b-big!" Her arms held her head as his girth seemed to be bigger in her tightness.

"Y-You're even tighter than before—S-Shit!" He began entering faster and with more force. He was like an animal—a dragon—fierce, swift and unrelenting, and Kuroka wouldn't have any other way!

He hit that spot again! A mass left her, gushing her tightly grasping lips. "Ohh! R-Right there —Nyaa~!" He didn't stop and she couldn't find in herself to mind, not that she think she would. Her knees fell inwards, "Ohm! M-More..." But Issei caught her by her plump ass in both hands, and groped them everytime he pulled from her.

"I'm not d-done!" Bent over her, he held her and seized her majestic tits. Fondling her breast had also pushed towards yet another legendary high and shriek of unadulterated bliss.

"Y-YES! Rub my pussy~!" Fluids burst from within Kuroka at an increasing rate. "Make me feel it! Completely! Y-Yes!"

"I'm almost—"

"Nyuah!" Kuroka couldn't believe the amount of bliss that overwhelm all her senses. One of Issei's hand—she couldn't tell which—wrapped around both her furry tails. And "!—Oh My Gods!" She seemed to think—if she could that was—she was reaching her high and yet higher every. Fucking. Thrust. "...Oh no... it feels t-too g-good, huuah! Nyaa~!"

"—Almost." Kuroka couldn't hear him between the pleasure, and their flesh, and pleasure, but she could feel his cock pulsate within, reverberating throughout her.

"Issei's c-cock!" She didn't even know those words left her throat. "I-It's the best!"

"Take it! My babies!" He breathed heavily. "...I'm c-cumming inside you!"

Her eyes widened since she barely heard it. Her words left her mouth instantously in response. "Y-Yes, do it! Inside me~!"

With one final thrust, he plunged himself as deep as their position allowed him to and released his gathered "milk."

"...Issei's milk, it's..." She mewled and twitched at Issei's movement of leaving her. "It's flowing in me." Issei had moved her so he was still within her, though flaccid and so she laid in pleasure-induced limpness.

After a while, they still huffed heavily as the black seductress rose from his chest, She looked down her filled womanhood, noticing Issei watching her with his full attention. She took two fingers and swiped them at the still flowing liquid. She smiled mischievously, locking eyes with Issei, before plunging the fingers into her mouth, "Mmm~"

The perfect breast shook as she hmmed, only for eyes to widened slightly. The... perfect cock within her, hardened slightly within her.

"Round two?" Neither of them was sure who started.

...Or when it ended...

[Kukukuku!]


Vorpal: Did this feel... rush? Or, awkward? Different? ...Definitely OOC, pretty sure. Some of it is justified, but whatever...

I had to rewrite this about... 5 times, before even my laziness thought it was good enough to post... You know that joke about using "certain" stuff for "research?" ...Yeah, I didn't think it was a joke... lol.

...Should I do... anal?

Ravel or Rossweisse? I'm leaning towards the former—just 'cause.

I think I may take a break from the DxD fandom, despite just starting a story in the DxD section...

"Have a Nice Day."
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At first I was going to make this so it was Kuroka's dream, hence the title.