Content Warning: Explicit sexual content
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The echo of that final, stinging slap still hung in the air when Ashen decided he was done playing warden.
Ashen bunched the kimono around her waist and glanced at her thighs, only to find them wet.
He loosened the iron grip on her tails and let gravity take over. Alice slid down the wall in one slow, trembling glide.
The moment the ball of her bare foot and the remaining sandal touched the floor, her knees nearly buckled.
He didn't let her fall.
He pinned her there with his hips, chest to her back, and reached down. Fabric rustled; a belt hit the floor. One rough hand shoved the silk higher; the other dipped between his own thighs, freeing himself. Eight thick inches sprang out, flushed dark and already dripping at the tip.
Alice's ears flicked at the sound. She didn't need to look; she could feel the heavy heat radiating against her ass.
"Still with the threats, my queen?" he rumbled, voice rough. One big hand spread her open while the other guided himself, dragging that swollen cockhead through her soaked folds in one lazy, filthy stroke.
Up... down... nudging her clit until she jolted, then retreating just to do it again.
"Nngh♡... stop playing already," she whined, pushing back, trying to catch him on every pass.
He only laughed under his breath and kept teasing, letting her slick coat every ridge and vein until he shone. Each glide made her squirm harder, tails lashing against his chest like frantic ropes.
"Greedy little fox," he growled, nipping the shell of her ear. "You've been dripping down your thighs since the dance. Don't lie."
Alice's forehead thunked against the wall. "Then stop fucking around and—"
He pressed forward. Just the fat crown breaching her, stretching that tight ring of muscle until her breath hitched. Then he stopped.
"…hn—…hah—"
She sobbed a broken, needy sound.
He pulled back. Did it again. And then again. Shallow little dips that promised everything and gave nothing.
Only when her legs started shaking in earnest did he finally sink in—one slow, continuous thrust that carved her open inch by burning inch.
Alice's spine bowed; her tails flared wide, then collapsed against him. When his hips met her ass and he bottomed out, they both let out the same ragged, soul-deep sigh, like a hunger years in the making had finally been fed.
"Fuuuck..." Ashen groaned, forehead dropping between her shoulder blades. "Finally home."
Alice laughed, shaky. "Gods, I missed this cock and the way it stretches me stupid."
He gave a single, lazy roll of his hips, stirring himself deep, and grinned at the wet sound it dragged out of her.
"First time you've taken every inch, little queen," he taunted, voice smug with satisfaction. "Not a single bit left for anyone else."
She clenched hard around him in retaliation and savored the way his breath punched out.
"Then move," she purred, grinding back greedily. "Ruin your queen properly."
Ashen drew back until only the crown kissed her entrance, then slowly slid home again, letting her feel every inch.
Shlrp...
Shlrk—
The sound was obscene, wet, and left nothing to the imagination.
Alice's breath hitched. "Nngh♡... so deep already..."
He kept the rhythm lazy at first, long strokes that ended with the soft, wet slap of his heavy sack against her clit.
Plap... plap... plap...
Each thrust forced a broken little moan from her throat. Her tails trembled in the air behind her, brushing his forearms like needy fingers.
"God, your scent," she whimpered, nose buried against his shoulder, inhaling that new, addictive sweetness rolling off his skin. "Sweat shouldn't taste this good—fuck, I'm getting high on you—"
PLAP.
Ashen snapped his hips harder before answering, "Hmm... I had this nifty skill that allowed me to rewrite every inch of me to suit you, little fox... So, smell it. Taste it. Feel it... It's all yours, after all."
Ashen was talking about Somatic Autonomy's changes. They even extended to his natural scent and the taste of his sweat.
Alice, not knowing the broken skill, had little idea what he meant by that. Not like she was in any position to question anything right now.
Her whole body jolted; breasts bounced beneath the ruined kimono.
The pace climbed steadily but mercilessly. When skin met skin, the sharp cracks that echoed through the hall sounded almost like whip strikes.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
He fucked her against the pillar until the lacquer creaked, spun her around, and bent her over the low table.
Her kimono was fully open now, breasts spilling onto the wood with every thrust.
She didn't get to warm the table before she found herself up again, back to the wall, one of her thighs hooked high over his elbow so he could drill downward, watching her socked foot kick helplessly in the air.
Wherever they went, the manor bore witness: a toppled screen, a puddle of silk on the floor, one abandoned geta spinning slowly in a corner.
At last, he carried her to the bedroom, but even then, she didn't get a break—she was still impaled even as he moved.
He dropped her onto the wide bed.
Moonlight poured over them.
Ashen stepped back just long enough to shove his dangling fatigues down his thighs. The cock that had been torturing her sprang free in all its thick, long, flushed glory.
Alice stared, eyes wide.
A perfect flushed rose, skin satin-smooth, every vein elegant instead of gnarled. The head flared just right, glossy with her slick, and beneath it hung a pair of heavy, drawn-up balls that looked carved by a sculptor with obscene talent.
Her lips parted, tongue peeking out.
"That... wasn't this pretty before," she whispered, voice wrecked. "You fucking cheated. You made it perfect."
"Only for you," he growled.
He crawled over, and her hands also didn't waste time latching onto his bare torso, greedily feeling every inch of his shredded form.
He pushed her thighs wide and lined up again.
For the first time that night, she got a full, shameless view of him sinking in and stretching her open around that flawless cock until her belly bulged faintly with every inch.
"Ahhn♡—look at it... ruining me so beautifully—"
Missionary now. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her clean in half.
Her calves pressed to her shoulders, and her slick pussy tilted up like an offering. The moment he slammed home again, the rhythm turned merciless.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
Alice's first moans were still regal and filthy; her sweet voice was delicious.
"Mmmh♡—yes, right there—♡—fuck me deeper, Ashen—♡—"
Her voice dripped honey, every syllable curling around his name like her insides around his cock. Breasts bounced wildly, spilling over his forearms, nipples dragging sparks across scarred skin.
Then the pace climbed higher.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
Her moans cracked open, turning breathy and desperate.
"Haaah♡—nnh♡—so good—♡—don't stop—♡—"
Eyes fluttering, tongue peeking between swollen lips, drool shining on her chin. The elegant queen was slipping.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
Now every thrust punched the air from her lungs in soft, broken whimpers.
"hnn—♡—hic—♡—A...shen—♡—"
Her golden eyes rolled back, lids trembling. Saliva pooled beneath her cheek, tongue fully lolled, face slack with stupid, blissful ruin.
She wasn't speaking anymore—just tiny, overwhelmed sounds leaked out each time he bottomed out.
Ashen's expression never softened. Eyes sharp, pupils blown black with hunger, lips peeled in a feral snarl as his hips blurred into a single, relentless piston.
Sweat flew from his brow, streaking across her breasts, dripping off the scars that flexed like steel.
"Mine," he snarled, voice raw. "Every fucking inch of you—"
"...y–our—s...♡"
He flipped her.
"Ah—!"
Face-down, ass high, nine tails twisted tight in his fist like reins. He mounted her like an animal claiming territory and drove in to the root.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
The headboard battered the wall in frantic rhythm. Alice's body rocked forward with every thrust, breasts crushed into the sheets, her slim stomach quivering, thighs spasming helplessly.
Her sounds were barely there now. Just soft, wet little gasps and hiccups, body too wrecked to even scream properly.
Ashen felt it building, that white-hot coil snapping tight at the base of his spine.
One final, brutal thrust—hips flush to her ass, cock buried so deep her belly bulged—and he came.
"Rrgh—!"
A guttural roar tore from his throat as he flooded her. Thick, endless pulses painted her insides white, so much it overflowed instantly, running in creamy rivulets down her trembling thighs.
Alice didn't clench, didn't cry out—she couldn't. She'd been cumming in rolling, endless waves for the last ten minutes, every thrust pushing her through another shuddering peak until her mind was nothing but warm static and pleasure.
Ashen stayed buried, grinding deep, pumping the last drops into her overstuffed cunt while her walls fluttered weakly around him.
He leaned over her ruined back, lips brushing the shell of one twitching ear.
"Been cumming non-stop since the hallway, haven't you, my queen?" he rasped, voice hoarse with satisfaction. "What a greedy little girl... milked me dry."
Smack—!
Alice could only manage a soft, slurred whimper, tongue still out, eyes unfocused, body limp and overflowing with cum.
Ashen stared at the way his sexy lover still managed to rile him up even in her current broken state and knew that he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
...Not until he paid back the entire year of abstinence, and then some more.