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Chapter 7: Under the pale moonlight they fuck

Showered and refreshed, Makoto sauntered back to Ragna's room where she hoped to entice him into a quickie. Her libido ran high and she planned to milk it for all its worth—or him, rather. Fantasies were great and all but couldn't beat reality; bent over the balcony, the possibility of someone catching them nigh… Makoto hummed down the hall at the prospect, nipples pronouncing themselves somewhat through her crop-top and an obvious spot form on her shorts.

Rounding the corner to Ragna's room, she entered and found him, thankfully, awake and throwing a white shirt on for bed. Her clothes were still tossed about in an effort to get his gears turning, but since they laid in the same places she threw them, her plan failed. Time for a direct approach. "Ragna?" she locked the door and purred, flaunting her wide hips with each step toward him. Licking her lips, Makoto employed every seductive tactic and skill she ever learnt and made herself look as amorous as possible and grinned as he glanced back at her.

"You left your crap all over the place walkin' out." Ragna said, glossing over her flirtatious advances. "Anyway, whaddaya want now? Came to clean up, cause I was right about to toss em out the window."

"Shouldn't that be obvious?" Ragna glowered as she traced his jawline and traveled down to circle his chest. She splayed a hand over his muscles; they were fabulous, well-sculpted, nice and firm. On the beach frolicking with family, she only inspected, not touched, and damned herself not giving in before and groping him no matter who watched. She took his hand and led him onto the balcony.

"Why'd you bring me out here? View is nice, but I've seen enough." Ragna, again, tried to evade, but Makoto persisted.

"You. Me. Right here, right now."

"Ain't interested." Ragna turned back to head to bed, or at least tried, stopped as Makoto held him from behind.

"Are you sure?"

His brow twitched, slightly irritated now. No one could say, if anything, he wasn't patient. Now, he could toss her out but felt it proper to end this without garnering attention from hotel occupants or resorting to physical means. It was the least he could do since she invited him to one of the most expensive hotels across the hierarchical cities, even if her intentions were clearly not targeted for leisure play. "Positive."

"I don't know..." Makoto reached for and grabbed his bulge, able to feel its heat through his shorts and felt a spot form by pre-ejaculate swirling a thumb around his head. "You don't seem uninterested."

Ragna swatted her hand away and blushed. "It's a natural reaction. You push your tits against any guy and the same thing'd happen. Anyway, shouldn't you be with your folks?" he tried to divert the topic but Makoto wasn't having it.

"They're sleeping," she pressed her breasts against his chest, voice sultry, "so you don't have to worry about making too much noise and waking them up. They're pretty deep sleepers."

"So… I can toss you out and they won't wake up, is what you're tellin' me?"

"Or! Or?" Makoto put a moratorium on that. Knowing him, he'd literally toss her out. "We can make the most of our time together, experience each other's bodies." Her eyes fell into a seductive gleam as she slipped into his shorts and grasped his hot organ. "You're so backed up. I don't mind being your little cock sleeve tonight, Ragna, if you want me too. Or maybe a," she kissed his neck and whispered, "demonstration of my services would help persuade you?" Makoto slithered to her knees in a coquet manner, dragging his shorts and trousers down with her, glad how lively his cock deployed. Precum furnished his head, tool hot in her hand and coursing with veins, blunt-red. So, she began.

Leaning forward, Makoto parted her lips and slowly slid them across his tip. A profuse amount of precum poured onto her tongue and she swallowed. She shuddered at the taste, eager tongue swirling and dancing across his head. Inching her lips downward, Makoto consumed as much of him as she could without choking before holding his shaft in place. She suckled and jerked him, letting loose a few moans which vibrated his cock and sent ripples of pleasure through his body.

Slow and torturous, Makoto pulled back up his shaft, the base of his cock dry whilst the part that had been enveloped in her mouth retained a glossy sheen. Under the moon's silver rays it shined, the chilly night causing him to shiver, but when taken back into her mouth he realized how warm it was. Drawing herself all the way up to the tip, her hands following her movements, she planted a simple kiss on his tip then licked the slit. She could feel her thighs rub together subconsciously and removed her shorts and panties, needing them no longer. Quim dripped from her cunt to concrete as her arousal built more and more and summoned two slender fingers to ease herself. Casting one last tantalizing look toward Ragna, she swallowed his entirety.

Instead of ripping her lips back up, Makoto went for a slower, measured pace. She dragged her lips to his head, and only then, did she plunge back to his crotch. Going deep and fast on the way down, but slow and steady on the way up kept his cock in a state of pleasure and vehemence. Makoto grinned around his sex tool, soon building a slick, perfected rhythm as she melted away in her own perverted fantasy. Soon, that fantasy would be a reality.

A few more strokes and she plucked her lips from his length, planted one final kiss on his crown, and traced the underside of his cock towards his balls, untouched by her fingers or mouth. Both hands jerked him while she popped his balls in and out her mouth, waiting for the chance to lunge back and devour the torrent of come churning in his heavy sack. From her vantage point she observed the scrunched expression Ragna had and gave him props from stubbornness, not making a sound in a show of indignance. But that made her work harder.

Makoto heard him groaning, his submission at hand along with the wellspring of semen built up within him. Proclaiming it time to strike, Makoto replaced her hands strong grip with her warm mouth, the swift alteration bringing forth a torrent of come to fill her mouth in an instant. Makoto's eyes bugged out, the load far more than she anticipated despite knowing a generous quantity awaited her. Retrieving her bearing, Makoto swallowed the copious load and those that came after down her gullet. The hot flow ended shortly after its beginning, a relieved sigh passing her lips when his wilted member slipped out and she stood up. "How was that?"

"Alright."

Makoto couldn't make sense of his expression or response, which wasn't more an answer than a sound of resignation. She didn't have much time to dwell on those thoughts being hauled against the cold wall though. His tight jaw loosened as if done holding back. Immense satisfaction rolled her eyes skyward when his fingers lanced into her cunt. "Wanna fuck so bad?" Her jaw slacked when he gripped his breast, dark emerald-ruby obscuring her vision of the captivating city skyline ripe with vile intentions. "Fine." Ragna crashed his mouth over hers, hot, heard, demanding. He shoved his tongue inward, hot and sensual, licking the roof of her mouth.

Ballooned eyes fell shut as she sighed, allowing herself to melt into his embrace. He possessed her with a kiss. She became boneless, seeking more. More from him. His heat, his touch, that sinful mouth fucking hers with a vengeance and getting rougher by the minute. Her lips tingled from his debauched assault. It resembled a buzz, Makoto in seventh heaven. Courtesy of her father, Makoto enjoyed a shot of liquor but not enough to haze her. It was him. Plain and simple. He was lethal to her senses and oh God she loved it. It was everything she could have possibly dreamed of and more! His teeth grazed over her bottom lip and nipped at the fullness. She winced at the puncture, the bite holding enough sting to apprise Makoto who ran the show now.

Whimpers resounded between their mouths as she bucked, almost throwing a tantrum, moving to his pumping digits that turned her sex into a dripping mess. She wanted to fondle his muscles more than the little tap she got earlier and something told her he wouldn't need his shirt any longer and tore it off, allowing free exploration of his chiseled muscles. Makoto managed to break away at times and get a word in… yes, more, harder… before his mouth pressed against hers to continue their dance. Makoto tried to push his head in for a harder kiss and gasped when he pinned her hands.

One hand cuffed her wrists above her head; the other groped her breast. Ragna tore the crop-top off and idly toyed with her nipple through the satin bra. Why she wore one? He guessed foreplay of some kind but didn't linger much on unimportance, they would be off soon anyway. Her nipples were puckered and strained against the lacy cups, touching and pinching turning them into hard points pleading for freedom and Ragna obliged not a second later.

Bra ripped off and mounds free, he grabbed a swell; they were round and full, perfect and proud, glorious catnip to male desire. Fire raced from her body to his, the shared heat thrilling. Two fingers became three, wiggling, stretching and moving about, hitting that perfect spot that almost brought her to an early orgasm. His nails left red crescents on her supple mound, and soon his mouth attended to its sister. He licked and sucked, bit and gnashed it between his whites, overstimulation pouring disjointed phrases off her lips, trading between both erect teats.

Cock erect once again, Ragna pulled Makoto against the balcony railing and bent her over. From the position setting Makoto was ready to cream herself, trembling feeling his cockhead graze her entrance. Below the ongoing party celebrating the anniversary of Ikaruga's independence could be seen, a perfect mask to divert attention away from them, not like anyone could see them properly five stories up, anyway.

Pushed in enough to feel expansion, Makoto gripped the metal railing as he buried himself up to the hilt. Much tighter than he anticipated but should have seen coming, Ragna paused and calmed before withdrawing. His cock gleamed, slathered in precum, saliva, and now the glistening juices of her wet pussy lubricating his vehement exit and entry. She descended back into the familiar flurry of sexual bliss, pushing back against him, panting and moaning like a mare in heat adorned in an exhaustion-evoked layer of sweat. The sound of his balls slapping against her brought not only great satisfaction but a sensation she would forever adore.

Her ass rippled and shook into place, hands busying themselves with the lissome meat, grip like steel. He then parted them and rubbed his finger around her asshole before letting the meliable meat bounce back into place. Ragna did so a few more times, then slipped two thick fingers into the tight orifice to explore. She gasped and tightened, knees growing too weak to support her weight. Makoto never attempted putting anything into her ass, the feeling unfamiliar but accepted all the same and she had to say she was saddened when his fingers left.

Makoto faced him, and using the ledge as a boost, secured both arms and legs around him. In this position she had a far simpler time moving, his cock curved and hitting that nice little spot again. She poured every faucet of concentration speeding up his orgasmic process so they could come in unison, spasming around the spurious veiny tool. Makoto felt her stomach tighten, pinnacle slowly building and within reach, sex growing more sensitive.

Becoming a little weakened, he pressed Makoto against the railing for assistance. His cock was on the verge of spurting deep inside her, balls tingling, ready to fill her to the brim with come. And though Makoto wanted this to be a joint effort, she couldn't hold on for another moment and sank into a boundless realm of bliss. Makoto fell limp on him, gasping in the crook of his neck, soon keening as the fluctuating tightness became too much for him to handle. She let her eyes roll back into her head and simply revel in the delicious sensations Ragna bestowed.

Ragna felt his cock twitch as he submerged inside and spurted one massive chunk of come, several strands following. Her agape mouth released no sound, body spasming a bit feeling his searing hot spunk fill her. The wet slapping sounds of his erratic and wild thrusts no longer echoed on the balcony, the tryst over. Proper thought and judgment dictated she have him pull out since no protective means were taken were snuffed out, and even after he slipped out and put her down she decided to deal with whatever consequences could or would follow at a later date.

"Damn," was all Makoto could muster at the moment. She leaned against the railing for support, stroking her sex, feeling the muddle of their productions. Though slow, gave chase to Ragna who retreated to his bed and made herself comfortable beside him.

"Could you leave now? You got what you wanted, right?"

"I can't leave now! When you wake up, it'll be round two and you're coming first big boy."

"I— You know what? Do whatever you want." Ragna turned away. "Just make sure you don't wake me up or try to touch me in my sleep. One peep or I even think you're up to somethin', you're outta here. Only reason I don't give you the boot now is because I'm fucking tired."

"I won't!" Makoto giggled and spooned him, then whispered with a deep blush. "You need all your strength tomorrow, anyway. That morning wood has a pussy to pound."

"Hands outta my shorts and away from my dick, now, Makoto."

"Fiiiine. Killjoy..."

Merry belated Christmas and have a Happy New Year and expect (if I'm quick) another chapter to start us off! I would say my New Years resolution is to produce a smut every week but probably cannot commit to that. I can try, right?