The wind howled through the thick glass of the Hero Tower, perched so high that the city lights below shimmered like fallen stars. I'd landed here on a whim of teleportation, my mind still foggy from the jump.
' Thank God I remembered my identity in time.' My thoughts swirled, trying to piece together this reality, when a soft but firm voice pulled me from my daze.
"Master?"
I turned. Fubuki stood there, framed in the glass doorway, her silhouette etched against the dim light of the room. My breath caught. She was stunning, as always, but tonight, something in her aura seemed… rawer, hungrier. Her black hair, smooth as silk, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with delicate features but marked by fierce determination. Her piercing green eyes gleamed with a challenge I couldn't ignore.
Her form-fitting dress, a deep emerald, hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her ample chest, slender waist, and rounded hips that seemed sculpted to draw all eyes. Her long, toned legs were highlighted by heels that clicked softly on the marble floor. She was a storm in a woman's body, and I could already feel my blood boiling.
"Fubuki," I rasped, my voice hoarse. "What are you doing here?"
She approached, her hips swaying slightly with each step, a smirk playing on her full lips. "I could ask you the same question, Master. You vanish, reappear… I couldn't find you anywhere." Her voice was a mix of teasing and seduction, and she stopped inches from me, close enough for me to smell her scent—an intoxicating blend of jasmine and something wilder.
I didn't answer right away, too busy taking in how her dress seemed painted on her skin, highlighting the curve of her breasts and the line of her flat stomach. She noticed, of course, and her smirk widened. "You like what you see?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her hair sliding over a bare shoulder.
"Fuck, yeah," I muttered, unfiltered. She laughed, a deep sound that vibrated in the air between us.
Without another word, she placed a hand on my chest, her slender but firm fingers tracing the contours of my muscles through my shirt. "Then stop thinking," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "And take me."
It was like a switch flipped. My hands found her hips, and I pulled her against me, crushing my lips to hers. Her kiss was voracious, her tongue tangling with mine in an urgency that made me groan. She tasted sweet, like honey mixed with fire. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, and she moaned softly against my mouth, pressing her body against mine. Her full, firm chest mashed against my torso, and I felt the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
I backed her against the cold glass of the tower, her back arching slightly on impact. She gasped, but her hands didn't leave my neck, pulling me closer. "You're not one to waste time, huh?" she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Not with you," I growled, sliding a hand under the hem of her dress. My fingers met the soft skin of her thigh, and I moved slowly upward, savoring how she shivered under my touch. Her skin was warm, silky, and when my hand brushed the lace of her panties, she let out a soft moan that drove me wild.
I leaned in to kiss her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. She tilted her head to give me more access, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Harder," she murmured, and I didn't hesitate, biting down a little firmer, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. She moaned, her hips pressing against me, and I felt the bulge in my pants becoming painful.
I lifted her dress, revealing her perfect thighs and the black lace that barely covered her intimacy. "Fuck, Fubuki," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away. She was a masterpiece, every curve of her body seemingly designed to drive me insane. I slid her panties down her legs, and she lifted a leg to help, her heels clicking on the floor.
She looked at me with a provocative smile. "So, you're just gonna keep staring, or are you gonna do something?"
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I dropped to my knees, gripping her hips to hold her against the glass. She gasped when my mouth found the inside of her thigh, my lips tracing a slow, burning path to her center. When my tongue brushed her clit, she let out a sharp cry, her hands gripping my shoulders.
She was already wet, her taste sweet and salty, making me groan with pleasure. I licked her slowly, savoring every shiver, every moan she let out. Her legs trembled, but I held her firmly, my tongue exploring every inch, alternating between quick flicks and slow strokes that made her arch against the glass.
"Oh, fuck…" she panted, her fingers tugging my hair. "Keep going… just like that…"
I obliged, speeding up, feeling her body tense under my hands. When she came, it was like an explosion, her body shaking with spasms, her cries echoing in the room. I stood up, wiping my mouth, and she pulled me into a fierce kiss, tasting her own pleasure on my lips.
"Your turn," she murmured, her hands moving to undo my belt with impressive speed. My pants fell to the floor, and she wrapped her fingers around me, making me groan. She stroked me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, a devilish smile on her lips. "You're hard as steel, Master."
I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, and pressed her against the glass. The first thrust was raw, animalistic. I buried myself inside her in one go, and she cried out, her nails digging into my back. She was hot, tight, perfect. I began to move, my thrusts deep and steady, each motion making her body tremble against the glass. Her breasts bounced with every push, her dress hiked up to her waist, revealing the perfection of her body. Her moans were like music, every sound driving me to go harder, faster.
"Yes… right there…" she panted, her legs tightening around me. The glass vibrated under our movements, and the thought that someone might see us from below only added to the excitement. She came again, her body contracting around me, and I had to hold back from following immediately.
I set her down gently, but she wasn't done. She pushed me onto a leather couch in the center of the room, her eyes burning with desire. "Lie down," she commanded, and I obeyed, unable to resist this woman. She climbed on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips, and impaled herself on me with agonizing slowness. This second position was slower, more sensual. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest, her hair falling around us like a curtain. She began to move, her hips swaying in slow circles, driving me mad. Every motion was calculated, her inner muscles clenching around me, and I couldn't help but grip her hips to match her rhythm.
"Look at me," she whispered, and I drowned in her green eyes, hypnotized by the way her body moved, by the curve of her breasts, by the sweat glistening on her skin. She sped up, her moans becoming sharper, more desperate. I felt the pressure build, inevitable, and when she came one last time, her cry echoed in the room, sending me over the edge with her.
We lay there, panting, her body collapsed against mine, the heat of her skin against mine. "Fuck, Fubuki," I murmured, still breathless.