Some time had passed since Kuro had given Osakabehime a room.
Now, Kuro sat in a dimly lit room with Kama, who had taken on her teenage form.
Kama was straddling him, facing him, small hands wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
"Ahh… haah… hngg… haa…"
Her soft, breathy moans filled the shadows, vibrating against his chest. Every rise and fall of her hips was gentle, deliberate, yet enough to make the bed creak softly.
Her long silver hair swayed with each motion, clinging in damp strands, beads of sweat catching the faint light, giving her skin a delicate sheen.
Kuro's warm rod pressed just right against her wet petals, the subtle friction coaxing a steady flow of warmth, soaking the sheets beneath them. He watched her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
"Master-shan…♡" Kama's voice trailed off in a soft moan, "how… love… haa… that…♡ I'm giving…♡"
Kama's face slowly leaned closer.
Her hands, which had been resting on Kuro's shoulders, slid downward, now gently gripping him with meaning beyond words.
Her red eyes stared straight at him, deep—seeming to hold something unspoken.
"You… haa… like it, don't you?" she continued, "my love…♡ feels… haa… pleasurable, right? Your body can't…♡ ahh…♡ lie…♡"
Kuro chuckled at her words.
"That's a biological reaction," he replied. "If I react like this, it means I'm a normal male."
"Master-shan…♡"
Kama's voice drifted softly, tenderly, almost like a deliberately drawn-out whisper at the end.
Her breath was still slightly ragged, yet her smile deepened—not with embarrassment, but with certainty.
She leaned in again, her forehead nearly touching Kuro's, her hands now holding his face so he would keep looking at her.
Her red eyes glimmered faintly.
"…biological reaction?" she repeated softly, as if tasting the words.
Then she let out a small, mischievous giggle.
"If that's all… haa…♡" she whispered, her tone still moaning, "why didn't you stop me… aah…♡ all this time…?"
The girl's fingers danced along Kuro's jawline again, tracing each contour with slow, deliberate movements.
"Your body… haaa…♡ may be honest…♡ but your heart…♡" she murmured, tilting her head and gazing into him with half-lidded eyes. "…too stubborn to admit it, isn't it?"
Kama's lips curled into a sweet, almost mischievous smile.
"It's okay…" she continued softly, "I have plenty of time to make you… fall, little by little…♡ until even that 'biological reason' can no longer be used…♡"
Her hips pressed harder against him, the warmth of her body, soft and yielding, molding against him.
Every shiver, every brush of her skin, sent tremors through them both. Her chest rose and fell in time with his own breathing, and each small movement made Kuro's rod twitch, reacting to the tight, wet heat enveloping it.
Kuro's white fluid flowed, filling her with a warm, overwhelming pressure.
"Ohhh...♡"
Kama froze for a heartbeat, shivering violently as the sensation spread through her.
"Ohhh…♡ ahh…♡ hngg…♡" she moaned, her soft cries muffled yet dripping with desire.
Her thighs quivered, pressing against him, her hips shifting to maximize the friction.
"Ahh...♡ i... Cumming...♡"
Almost immediately, her own juices responded, slick and hot, dripping around Kuro's rod, coating him as her small body trembled uncontrollably.
A moment later, as her juices pooled and coated him, she leaned even closer, pressing her trembling chest against his, breasts brushing, hips slick and sticky.
"I've told you before," she murmured, voice low and breathy, lips near his ear, "it will make you end up craving my love, Master-san…♡"
Kuro's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, his hands lingering possessively on her hips, feeling the soft heat of her body beneath his touch.
"Somehow… that sounds like a warning," he murmured, voice low and teasing, drawing her a fraction closer until their breaths mingled.
Kama puffed her cheeks, feigning annoyance but failing to hide the shiver running down her spine.
"That's… my concern, you know… hyaa—"
Before she could finish, Kuro pressed her fully against him, cradling her waist with a gentle firmness that made her weak.
Their bodies moved in subtle synchrony, every inch of skin aware of the other.
"H-hei…♡ I just came out… ahh…♡" she gasped, voice trembling, breath hitching in ragged whispers.
"And yet… you wanted this, didn't you?"
Kuro's words were a husky whisper, his fingers trailing along her sides, teasing, coaxing, learning every curve and response.
"Mmmh...♡"
Kama's lips parted, a soft, needy moan escaping as her hands instinctively clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Her body melted into his, heat pressing into heat, pulse racing in a shared rhythm.
In the quiet glow of the dim room, the world outside ceased to exist.
Only the warmth of their bodies, the shuddering breaths, the intimate pressure of lips and skin—binding them, consuming them, in a closeness that left no space for anything else.
"Mmm...♡ Ahh…♡ haa…♡ hnng…♡"
Her moans trembled through her lips, a symphony of surrender, as Kuro's hands explored, worshipping, holding, claiming—every gentle, deliberate motion a promise that she belonged entirely to him in that moment.
A moment later, Kuro slowed his movements, letting the shivering pillar sink deeper into her silken bloom.
The pillar pulsed once, releasing its warmth into her, filling her with a soft, spreading heat that made her gasp.
"Ahh…♡ hngg…♡"
The next second, Kuro paused, letting the tension between them swell like a storm about to break. The energy he carried surged within her, a molten current that filled her from the inside, making her shiver with a mixture of awe and longing.
A moment later, Kama slid off Kuro's lap; the warmth lingered between them, flowing like molten silk from her hidden blossom, staining the sheets.
Her lips sought him again, tracing the trail of heat with a greedy curiosity, as if tasting the very fire that radiated from his presence.
"Mmm…♡ hhh…♡ ngah… so…♡ full…♡" she murmured, her words little more than echoes of the storm they shared.
Kuro's gaze darkened; she pressed closer, drawing the surging warmth of him into herself, accepting the flood with wide-eyed surrender.
When the wave passed, she pulled back slightly, eyes gleaming with a delicate hunger.
"Master-san's essence seems to love me," she whispered. "Ehehe…♡ again…♡ again…♡ let it flow…♡"
Seeing that, a frown appeared on Kuro's forehead, a sign of irritation he could hardly hide. For some reason, the temptation made him furious.
"Then suck my hot rod," Kuro commanded, voice low and firm.
"Yes, Master~♡" Kama whispered, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded with desire.
She leaned closer, hands gripping his hips, and her tongue darted out, teasing the tip before taking him fully into her mouth.
Warmth and wetness coated her lips as she began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch.
"Ugh…♡ haah…♡ so warm…♡" she moaned softly, muffled against him, tongue swirling greedily, licking every sensitive ridge.
Her small hands roamed, pressing herself closer, sliding along his thighs, her own juices wet and Kuro's white fluid dripping onto shet.
Each motion—sucking, slurping, pressing—made her body tremble. She tilted her head, lips greedily sliding up and down, letting him feel how completely desperate and willing she was.
"Nguh…♡ mmm…♡ haaa…♡ slurp…♡"
Kuro's fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head just right, forcing her to take him deeper.
"Heuk...♡ uguru...♡"
She gagged slightly, but her hands clutched his hips tighter, rocking her own wetness against the air as she eagerly swallowed every inch he gave her.
Juices mingled, slick and dripping, her small body trembling uncontrollably.
Kuro finally halted his movement for a moment, letting Kama's lips clamp around him. Her tongue swirled desperately over him, eyes half-closed, body shivering uncontrollably.
"Ugh.. suck this!"
Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he drove forward, filling her deep throat with his white fluid.
"Mmmrgh...♡ glup… glu..♡"
Kama gagged, eyes watering, but greedily swallowed every drop, her throat pulsating around him as her body shook.
Her hands clutched his hips, pressing back, desperately trying to take it all, her tongue lolling out, slick and trembling.
Every inch of her was drenched—her mouth dripping, her chest rising and falling in shuddering gasps, her thighs slick with their combined fluids.
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Author's note:
Oh my great readers, where are you? Is it that boring? 🗿
Sorry about that, but yeah... the main genre isn't action... the war hasn't really started yet.