Happy new year everybody!
After my holidays I'm feeling refreshed and ready for more chapters. I had planned something else, but the most recent Boruto Manga chapter (no spoilers in the chapter) made me want to write Shika x Tema; so I did that.
In their cosy house in the Hidden Leaf Village, Temari watched her husband Shikamaru collapse onto their bed after a particularly stressful day as the Hokage's advisor. His usual "what a drag" expression was even more pronounced than usual.
"You look tense, baby," Temari purred, crawling onto the bed. "Let me help you relax..."
Shikamaru's eyes widened as his wife's skilled fingers began undoing his vest and pants. "Temari..." he breathed, already hardening at her touch.
"Shhh," she whispered, "just lie back and let me take care of you." She pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing his impressive length. Her eyes darkened with desire at the sight. Starting at the base, she pressed her soft lips against his heated flesh, placing feather-light kisses up his shaft.
"Fuck..." Shikamaru groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. Temari smiled against his cock, her tongue darting out to taste him. "You taste so good," she murmured, her hot breath making him twitch. She lavished attention on every inch, alternating between gentle kisses and long, slow licks.
"Your lips feel amazing," he gasped as she focused on his sensitive tip, swirling her tongue around the head before pressing a series of wet kisses there. She took her time, worshipping his length with her mouth, paying special attention to the spots that made him moan the loudest. Her lips traced the prominent vein on the underside, making him buck his hips.
"Tem... you're driving me crazy," Shikamaru panted, his usual lazy drawl replaced by desperate need.
"That's the idea," she smirked, before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm. Her kisses grew more passionate, wetter, hungrier. She loved feeling him throb against her lips, loved knowing she could reduce the genius strategist to a quivering mess. His breathing grew increasingly laboured as Temari continued her loving assault. Her lips traced patterns along his thickened shaft, each kiss sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
"You're so beautiful like this," she whispered against his flesh, her hot breath making him twitch. "So hard for me..." She alternated between feather-light pecks that barely grazed his sensitive skin and open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails along his length. Her tongue darted out to taste him between kisses, making him groan deeply.
"Temari... please..." Shikamaru gasped, his hands tangling in her blonde hair.
"Please what?" she teased, looking up at him with desire-darkened eyes. "Tell me what you want..."
"Take me deeper," he pleaded, his usual composure completely shattered. With a wicked smile, she wrapped her lips around his tip, savouring his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, tortuously, she began to take him in, inch by glorious inch. Her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock as she descended, making him buck his hips involuntarily.
"Stay still," she commanded, pulling back slightly. "Let me do this my way." Years of intimacy had taught her exactly how to relax her throat, how to breathe through her nose as she took him deeper and deeper. She felt him hit the back of her throat and didn't stop, swallowing around him as she continued her descent.
"Oh fuck... Tem..." Shikamaru moaned, watching in awe as his wife took him completely. Her nose brushed against his dark curls, and she hummed in satisfaction, sending vibrations through his entire length. She held him there, buried to the hilt in her warm throat, swallowing rhythmically around him. His coarse hair tickled her nose with each subtle movement, but she didn't mind - she loved feeling him this deep, loved knowing she could take all of him.
"You're incredible," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking good at this..." She began to bob her head slowly, never letting him slip completely from her throat, maintaining the deep connection that was driving him wild. Each movement was precise, practised, perfect - the result of years learning exactly how to please her husband.
"Temari... I'm close..." he warned, his fingers tightening in her hair. She only took him deeper again in response, increasing her pace slightly as his control began to slip. The feeling of his thick length filling her throat completely, combined with his desperate moans and the slight tugging on her hair, had her moaning around him.
"Can't... hold back..." Shikamaru gasped, his entire body tensing as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His fingers tightened in Temari's hair as his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Mmmmm," she hummed encouragingly around his length, still buried to the base in her throat. The vibrations of her moan were the final trigger. His release hit him like a tidal wave, making his vision blur and his toes curl. The first powerful surge flooded her eager throat, and she swallowed instinctively, her throat muscles massaging his pulsing cock.
"Temari... fuck... oh kamis..." he moaned, lost in the intense pleasure as rope after rope of his hot release filled her waiting mouth. She didn't miss a beat, swallowing rhythmically as each wave hit, her throat working overtime to handle the copious amount. Days of stress and pent-up tension had made his release particularly abundant, but she was determined not to waste a single drop.
'So much...' she thought proudly, feeling him pulse against her tongue again and again. The salty-sweet taste of him filled her mouth as she continued to swallow, her nose still pressed against his dark curls. Shikamaru's whole body shuddered with each pulse, his usually sharp mind completely blank except for the overwhelming pleasure. His legs trembled as another surge hit, and still Temari didn't pull back, determined to milk every last drop from him.
"You're... amazing..." he managed between gasps, his chest heaving as the intensity of his orgasm gradually began to ebb. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, the pulses slowed and then stopped. Temari gave one final, thorough swallow, making sure she hadn't missed anything, before slowly pulling back. Her lips made a soft 'pop' as she released him, and she licked them clean with obvious satisfaction.
"Mmm," she hummed, her voice slightly hoarse. "Seems like you really needed that release, baby. You came so much..."
"You're going to be the death of me," Shikamaru panted, still trying to catch his breath. His entire body felt boneless and relaxed, all the tension from earlier completely drained away.
"But what a way to go," she teased, crawling up to kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. "Besides, you know what they say about genius and their... output."
"Troublesome woman," he chuckled weakly, pulling her close. "Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll show you just how much genius I have left..."
"Promise?" Temari whispered seductively, nipping at his ear while her hand trailed down his chest. She could feel his cock already starting to show interest again despite his recent intense release.
"Let me help you recover faster," she purred, reaching for the ties of her kimono. With practised ease, she loosened the fabric just enough to free one full, round breast, the desert-tanned flesh contrasting beautifully with the purple silk.
"You're so beautiful," Shikamaru breathed, his eyes darkening with renewed desire as he watched her nipple harden in the cool air.
"Come here," she encouraged, guiding his head to her breast while her other hand wrapped gently around his semi-hard length. "That's it, baby..." Shikamaru's lips latched onto her nipple, making her gasp as he began to suckle. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak as she stroked him with feather-light touches, coaxing him back to full hardness.
"Mmmm, you like that?" she moaned as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing her nipple just the way she liked. Her hand maintained its gentle rhythm on his cock, feeling it twitch and grow beneath her touch.
"You taste so sweet," he mumbled against her breast, his free hand coming up to knead the flesh. "Could do this for hours..."
"We have all night," she reminded him, her thumb circling his sensitive tip as she felt him hardening further. "And I have so many plans for you..." His answering groan vibrated against her breast as he switched to long, slow licks around her areola before capturing her nipple again. Meanwhile, her skilled fingers continued their loving torture, alternating between firm strokes and teasing caresses.
"Someone's getting excited again," she teased as his cock reached full hardness in her hand. "Ready for round two already?" Instead of answering, Shikamaru bit down gently on her nipple while thrusting into her hand, making her gasp with pleasure. The combination of his hot mouth on her breast and his throbbing length in her palm was making her own arousal build rapidly.
"Patience," Temari chided playfully, releasing his length and standing at the foot of their bed. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly untied her kimono.
"Troublesome woman," Shikamaru breathed, propping himself up on his elbows to watch. "You're such a tease."
"You love it," she smirked, letting the purple silk slide sensually off one shoulder, then the other. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her mesh undershirt and shorts.
"More than you know," he admitted, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin. Temari took her time removing the mesh shirt, revealing her full breasts that had grown even more generous after motherhood. Her desert-tanned skin glowed in the dim light, marked here and there with the subtle silvery streaks she'd earned carrying their child - badges of honour that Shikamaru found incredibly sexy.
"Like what you see?" she asked, hooking her thumbs into her shorts.
"You're even more beautiful now than the day I married you," he said sincerely, watching as she slowly pushed the shorts down her strong thighs. Standing completely naked before him, Temari was a vision of kunoichi perfection. Her body told the story of both warrior and mother - powerful muscles toned from years of training rippled beneath softened curves. Her breasts were full and heavy, topped with dusky pink nipples still wet from his earlier attention. Her stomach, while not as flat as in her younger days, showed the subtle definition of well-maintained core strength beneath a gentle feminine softness.
"Your body is incredible," Shikamaru murmured, taking in her strong thighs, shaped by years of wind jutsu training, the subtle flare of her hips that had widened slightly with motherhood, and the proud way she carried herself - completely confident in her skin.
"You're just saying that," she teased, though she blushed slightly at his obvious admiration.
"I never say anything I don't mean," he replied, reaching for her. "You're perfect. The strongest, most troublesome, most beautiful woman I've ever known."
"Flatterer," she smiled, but her eyes softened at his words. She moved closer, letting him run his hands over her curves. "But keep talking..."
"Your body is a masterpiece," he continued, his fingers tracing the subtle marks on her hips. "Every change, every mark, every curve tells our story. And I fall more in love with you every day."
Temari's breath hitched as his hands explored her body with reverent touches. "Show me," she whispered, climbing onto the bed to straddle him. "Show me how much you love this troublesome body of mine..." The look in Shikamaru's eyes changed from admiration to pure hunger. Without a word, he gripped her hips and guided her up his body. She knew exactly what he wanted - what they both needed.
"Someone's eager," she teased as she moved to position herself above his face, her powerful thighs framing his head. Years of wielding her giant fan had given her incredible leg strength, and he loved feeling that power surrounding him.
"You have no idea," he growled, his hot breath against her sensitive flesh making her shiver. His hands slid up to grip her thighs, feeling the muscles flex beneath his fingers.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as he pulled her down closer. "You really do love being between my thighs, don't you?"
"Best place in the world," he murmured, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. "Strong enough to crush enemies... soft enough to drive me wild..."
She gasped as his tongue made first contact, her hands flying to grip the headboard for support. "Shika..." His only response was to pull her even closer, completely lost in the taste of her. His hands kneaded her thighs as he worked, encouraging the slight trembles that ran through her powerful muscles.
"Oh god..." she whimpered as his tongue found her most sensitive spot. Her thighs tensed around his head, making him groan with pleasure.
"That's it," he encouraged between licks, "let me feel how strong you are..." She began to rock against his mouth, her powerful legs controlling the movement as he held on for the ride. All thoughts of work stress had vanished, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of being surrounded by her strength and softness.
"You're so good at this," she panted, one hand leaving the headboard to tangle in his hair. "Don't stop..." Shikamaru groaned deeply as he continued his passionate worship, savouring every nuance of her flavour. Years of intimacy had taught him exactly how her taste had evolved - where once she'd been sweet like desert honey, motherhood had added deeper, earthier notes that drove him wild.
"You taste incredible," he mumbled against her sensitive flesh, his tongue tracing intricate patterns. "Even better than before..."
"Really?" Temari gasped, her thighs trembling around his head as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "You like how I've changed?"
"Love it," he growled, pulling her down harder against his mouth. "Love everything about how you've changed. So fucking sexy..." His tongue delved deeper, making her cry out as he explored every fold and crevice. The complex mixture of sweetness and musk was intoxicating, making him light-headed with desire.
"Shika... oh kamis..." she moaned, grinding against his face as his tongue found her most sensitive spot again. Her powerful thighs clenched around his head, but he only groaned in appreciation.
"That's it," he encouraged between long, slow licks. "Let me taste all of you..." Her fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as his tongue worked magic between her thighs. Each broad stroke drew more wetness from her core, while his focused attention on her sensitive bud had her trembling uncontrollably.
"Shika... fuck..." she gasped as he sealed his lips around her clit and began to suckle insistently. The sensation was overwhelming, making her hips buck involuntarily against his face.
"That's it," he encouraged between sucks, "ride my face, show me how much you want it..." She couldn't help herself - his words and skilled tongue drove her wild. Her powerful thighs tensed as she ground down harder, chasing the building pleasure. Her whole body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with need.
"Oh kamis... oh kamis..." she chanted, her movements becoming more desperate. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, encouraging her to take what she needed. The wet sounds of his eager mouth filled the room, mixed with her increasingly loud moans. Her essence coated his chin as she rocked against him, lost in the sensations he was creating.
"So close..." she whimpered, her thighs beginning to shake. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Shikamaru doubled down, sucking her sensitive pearl harder while flicking it with his tongue. The combination of suction and movement had her seeing stars.
"I'm gonna... oh fuck... SHIKA!" she cried out as the pleasure crested. Her thighs clamped around his head as her body convulsed with waves of ecstasy. He didn't let up, continuing to suckle and lick through her intense orgasm, drawing it out until she was practically sobbing with pleasure. Only when her thighs began to relax did he ease the intensity, switching to gentle, soothing licks as she came down from her high.
"That was..." she panted, trying to catch her breath, "incredible..."
"You're incredible," he corrected, placing soft kisses on her inner thighs. His face glistened with evidence of her pleasure, and he looked incredibly pleased with himself.
"Give me... just a minute..." she gasped, still trembling slightly. "Then it's your turn..."
"Take all the time you need," he smirked, his lips brushing teasingly against her inner thigh. "We have all night, remember?"
Temari gripped the headboard tightly, her legs still trembling as aftershocks rippled through her body. Though she knew Shikamaru wouldn't mind - he'd told her countless times how much he loved being completely surrounded by her thighs - she tried to keep some of her weight off him as she caught her breath.
"Mmm, someone's excited," she purred, glancing over her shoulder. Her eyes darkened with desire at the sight of his cock standing proudly at attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. "Very excited..."
"Can you blame me?" he growled, nipping at her thigh. "Having the sexiest woman in Konoha grinding on my face tends to have that effect."
She shifted her hips, making him groan as her movement gave him a perfect view. "Want me to take care of that for you?"
"Please," he breathed, his hands tightening on her thighs. With practised grace, she lifted herself off his face and turned around, straddling his hips. Her wetness left a trail along his abs as she positioned herself.
"Ready for me?" she teased, reaching behind to grasp his length. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, hot and hard and eager.
"Always," he groaned, his hands sliding up to grip her hips. "You know I can never resist you..."
"Good," she smirked, positioning him at her entrance. Her breath hitched as she felt his thick head pressing against her sensitive folds, still swollen and slick from his earlier attention.
"Take your time," Shikamaru murmured, his hands steady on her hips even as she felt him trembling with need. "Let me feel every inch..." She began to sink down slowly, gasping as his impressive girth stretched her. Even after years together, the initial penetration always made her shudder with pleasure from the initial stretch, her body adjusting to accommodate his size.
"God, you're so big," she whimpered, pausing halfway to catch her breath. Her inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, making them both moan.
"And you're so tight," he growled, fighting the urge to thrust up into her welcoming heat. "Every single time..." She rolled her hips experimentally, taking him a little deeper. The movement drew a groan from both of them as he slid further inside, stretching her deliciously.
"Almost there," she panted, feeling him pressing against her deepest spots. With one final movement, she sank down completely, taking him to the hilt.
"Fuck..." Shikamaru cursed, his fingers digging into her hips. The sensation of being fully sheathed inside her was overwhelming - hot, tight, perfect. Temari stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of fullness. Her thighs trembled as she felt him throbbing inside her, every pulse sending shivers of pleasure through her core.
"You feel amazing," she breathed, grinding slightly in his lap. The movement made them both gasp as he shifted inside her, hitting new angles.
"So do you," he managed, his voice rough with desire. "Always so perfect for me..." Temari began a slow, sensual rhythm, rising and falling on his length with practised grace. Each downward movement was deliberate and deep, drawing moans from both of them as she took him completely.
"Love watching you like this," Shikamaru breathed, his hands caressing her thighs as she moved. "So beautiful..."
She smiled, rolling her hips in that special way she knew drove him wild. "And I love watching you lose that lazy composure," she teased, clenching around him deliberately.
"Fuck..." he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. "Do that again..." She obliged, adding a twist to her movements that had him cursing under his breath. The familiar dance of their bodies was intoxicating - they knew exactly how to please each other, yet it never grew boring.
"Right there?" she purred, grinding down at just the right angle to make him hit her sweet spot.
"Yes..." he hissed, his fingers digging into her hips. "Just like that..." She maintained the tortuously slow pace, savouring every sensation. The way he filled her completely, the delicious stretch, the perfect angle that sent sparks of pleasure through her core with each movement.
"No rush," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "I want to feel every inch of you..." His hands slid up her back as they kissed, then moved lower to grab her perfect ass, kneading the firm flesh as she rode him. The way her muscles flexed under his palms with each movement drove him wild.
"Mmm, someone's handsy tonight," she teased, grinding down harder as his fingers dug into her flesh.
"Can you blame me?" he groaned, squeezing appreciatively. "Have you seen yourself?" She had always been fit - a warrior through and through - but motherhood had added delicious curves in all the right places. Her ass was a perfect example - still toned from training, but with an added fullness that drove him absolutely crazy.
"Like what you feel?" she purred, arching her back to push more firmly into his grip.
"Fuck yes," he growled, spreading his fingers wide to grab more of her. "You have no idea how much..." Actually, she probably did. He might never admit it to her face, but he'd definitely let it slip during a drunken night out with the guys how much he worshipped her ass. Kiba had nearly fallen off his chair laughing at the usually composed Nara getting so worked up.
"Show me," she challenged, grinding in tight circles that made his eyes roll back. He responded by gripping harder, using his hold to guide her movements. Each roll of her hips had him seeing stars, the perfect combination of her tight heat around him and the feel of her ass flexing in his hands.
"That's it," she moaned, picking up the pace slightly. "Just like that..." His fingers dug in harder, leaving marks that would remind her of this moment tomorrow. The sight of his handprints on her perfect ass always drove him wild the next day.
"Temari..." he groaned, his voice thick with desperation. "Please... I need..."
"What do you need, baby?" she purred, still riding him at that maddeningly slow pace.
"Need you... on your hands and knees," he practically whimpered. "Please... want to take you from behind..."
She smirked, loving how he lost his usual composure. "The great strategic genius, reduced to begging?"
"Yes," he admitted shamelessly. "Please..."
"Since you asked so nicely..." she teased, lifting herself off him with deliberate slowness. His cock slipped free with a wet sound that made them both shudder.
She turned around, positioning herself on hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder with a sultry smile. "Like this?"
"Fuck..." he breathed, taking in the view. Her ass was raised invitingly, her wetness glistening between her thighs. "Perfect..."
He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips. His cock slid through her folds, coating himself in her essence.
"Don't tease," she whined, pushing back against him. "Need you inside me..."
"As my beautiful wife commands," he growled, lining himself up. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, making them both cry out.
"Yes!" she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Just like that..." He set a steady pace, mesmerized by the hypnotic bounce of her perfect ass with each thrust. His hands roamed possessively over the firm globes, squeezing and kneading the flesh as she pushed back against him.
"God, you're perfect," he groaned, spreading his fingers wide to grab more of her. The contrast of his tanned hands against her lighter skin was intoxicating. "Every inch of you..." Her ass was a masterpiece - toned from years of training but with that perfect feminine softness that drove him wild. The way it flexed and bounced with each movement, the perfect heart shape when viewed from above, the delicious jiggle when he gave it a playful smack...
"You're obsessed," she teased breathlessly, looking back over her shoulder with a knowing smirk.
"Guilty as charged," he admitted, running his hands reverently over her curves. "Can you blame me?" He watched entranced as his thumbs dug into the firm flesh, leaving temporary indentations that quickly filled back in. The marks from his earlier grabbing were starting to show - light pink handprints that made his cock throb with primal satisfaction.
"My gorgeous woman," he growled, leaning forward to kiss along her spine while still maintaining his steady thrusts. "Perfect ass, perfect everything..."
She pushed back harder against him, making them both moan as he sank deeper. "Show me how much you love it..." He gripped harder, using his hold to pull her back onto his cock with each thrust. The sight of her ass rippling with the impact had him seeing stars.
"That's it," she gasped. "Mark me up, make me yours..." His fingers dug in deeper, surely leaving more bruises for tomorrow. The thought of her finding his handprints later made him growl possessively.
"Mine," he groaned, completely lost in worship of her body. "All mine..."
"Yes," she moaned. "Only yours... always yours..." Something in her words snapped his last thread of control. His legendary strategic mind went completely blank, replaced by pure animal instinct. His hips picked up speed, pounding into her with desperate abandon.
"Fuck... Temari..." he growled, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their increasingly desperate moans.
"Yes! Don't stop!" she cried out, pushing back to meet his frenzied thrusts. "Just like that!" He was beyond words now, reduced to primal grunts and groans as he chased their pleasure. His entire world narrowed down to the feeling of her tight heat around him, the bounce of her ass against his hips, the way she clenched around him with each thrust.
"Close..." she gasped. "So close..."
"Come for me," he managed through gritted teeth, feeling his own release building. "Want to feel you..." A particularly deep thrust hit that perfect spot inside her, making her entire body jolt with pleasure. "SHIKAMARU!" she screamed, her back arching sharply as the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clamped down rhythmically around him, pulsing and squeezing as she came hard. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her fingers clawing at the sheets as waves of ecstasy wracked her frame.
"That's it," he groaned, maintaining his relentless pace through her climax. "Come for me, baby..." The sight and feel of her coming undone triggered his own release. With a hoarse cry of her name, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Hot ropes of cum painted her inner walls as his cock throbbed inside her, each pulse drawing another moan from both of them.
"Yes, yes, fill me up," she gasped, still riding the waves of her own orgasm. "So much... so deep..." His hips jerked with each spurt, his fingers leaving bruises on her hips as he held her in place. The intensity had his vision going white at the edges, his whole body shaking with the force of his release.
"Fuck, Temari..." he managed through gritted teeth as another wave hit him. "So perfect... so tight..." She moaned as she felt him painting her insides, the hot pulses prolonging her own pleasure. Her walls continued to milk him, drawing out every last drop until they were both completely spent.
When the final aftershocks subsided, he collapsed forward, barely catching himself on trembling arms to avoid crushing her. They stayed joined for several moments, both panting heavily as they came down from their high.
"That was..." she breathed.
"Yeah..." he agreed, unable to form more coherent words. When he finally pulled out, they both moaned at the loss. A thick rivulet of their combined release trickled down her thigh, making him groan at the erotic sight.
"Shower?" she suggested with a lazy smile.
"In a minute," he mumbled, pulling her close. "Need to catch my breath first..." Temari's expression softened as she looked at her exhausted husband. Despite her usual teasing demeanour, these tender post-intimacy moments always brought out her gentler side. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss that made his heart flutter.
"Come here, you big baby," she whispered affectionately, guiding his head to rest against her full breasts. Her fingers threaded through his loose hair - he'd lost his hair tie somewhere during their passionate encounter.
"Mmm," he hummed contentedly, nuzzling against her soft flesh. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat under his ear was incredibly soothing. "Love you..."
"Love you too," she smiled, continuing to stroke his hair. She could feel the tension leaving his body as he melted against her, completely spent but utterly satisfied. His breathing began to even out as exhaustion took over. The combination of their intense lovemaking and her gentle caresses was quickly lulling him toward sleep.
"Rest now," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "You've more than earned it..."
He managed a drowsy "troublesome" before drifting off, still cradled against her chest. She smiled fondly at his peaceful expression, so different from his usual calculating look. These quiet moments were just as precious as their passionate ones - when all the strategies and genius gave way to simple contentment. She held him close, enjoying the warm weight of him against her as they both basked in the afterglow of their love.
"Sweet dreams, my lazy genius," she whispered, letting her own eyes drift closed as sleep began to claim her too...
I hope you liked that chapter; the next one will be really lewd.
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