TenTen x Kagome
Kagome groaned, as TenTen greedily devoured her mouth. The weapon's master refused to take it slow. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. "Ohhh—!"
Her hand had slipped up into her—!
"You like that, don't you?" TenTen demanded. "Tell me you like it."
"Nnngghh," she gasped. "I—I like it."
An equally pleased groan erupted from TenTen's throat, as she nibbled on her lover's bottom lip. She made sure it was nice and red, swollen in a way that no one would question the fact that Kagome belonged to her, before finally allowing herself to snack upon her delicate neck.
Kagome's mind was focused elsewhere, though, while she rotated her hips. It felt so good—TenTen's fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, slipping up into her…!—to have her touching her in such a rough fashion. So new and refreshing. So—"Nuuughh."
TenTen smirked, making sure to stroke her harder, faster. Her tongue was occupied as much as her hand, and if she had anything to say about it, Kagome would not be able to even comprehend anything that she demanded of her by the time they were almost finished.
—Fin