[Altair Brando]
Raikou cleaned every strand of white liquid from her hair and mouth. At this moment, she was no longer in her swimsuit; she had summoned her Servant attire onto her body.
I simply stared at that beautiful woman as hot water cascaded over my body, lost in a state of 'enlightenment,' a somewhat goofy smile on my face.
"My baby... poured all his love into mommy..." Her sweet voice echoed through the bathroom as her hands delicately wrapped around my neck, in a gesture of possession and adoration.
Upon hearing her words, the memory of holding her head emerged vividly, my mind recreating the intensity with which I explored her mouth, as if it existed solely for my pleasure, the memory flooding my thoughts.
A soft blush tinted my cheeks as I also remembered the muffled sound of her throat being filled to the brim. It was evident that I had lost control and surrendered completely to my instincts.
While these thoughts occupied me, she placed a delicate kiss on my neck. "But now I need to go," she murmured softly. Her nails slid across my skin. "Next time, I'll take care of you with even more affection." Her voice carried an intense tenderness, and her hands caressed my chest before she moved away toward the bathroom door.
I simply nodded as she gave me a faint smile.
With the door closing, I raised my hands, clapping them together, honestly thanking all possible deities for that incredible experience.
While the hot water continued to fall over me, I enjoyed the post-ecstasy state and stayed under the shower for about half an hour.
A bit hesitant, I turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall.
Wearing only boxer briefs with a monkey print, I left the bathroom while drying my long, disheveled hair.
"..."
My hands stopped drying my hair, and my eyes widened upon seeing a "surprise" in my room.
Surprisingly, it wasn't my self-proclaimed mother, in whose throat I had buried my member. This time, it was our director, Olga, wearing a long white lingerie that reached her waist, revealing her white panties and garter stockings. The thin fabric of tulle and lace hugged her body delicately, with floral details adorning the bust area and descending softly down her torso. A small satin bow decorated the piece at belly height. The thin straps rested on her shoulders, while the garters attached to the hem of the camisole connected perfectly to the lacy stockings, accentuating her long, white legs.
Not only was she in my room in unconventional attire, but she was also kneeling, with a flushed face, looking directly at me.
This night was a bit strange.
Blinking in surprise, that thought crossed my mind while I couldn't take my eyes off that beautiful woman with long white hair.
What the hell was this sequence of events?
I lightly tapped my hand against my head, trying to get my brain working again.
"Not that I'm complaining, since this is a beautiful sight for sore eyes, but... what are you doing?" I asked, more confused than I could possibly put into words.
Olga brought her hand to her chest, took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, and began to speak:
"Brando... I need to thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you've done for me. In such a short time, you've managed to do more than I could ever repay, more than anyone has ever done for me. You treated me like someone truly special, with a kindness and care that I've never experienced before. You not only stood by my side in difficult moments, but literally saved my life..." She breathed deeply before continuing. "A life that, for so long, I believed I didn't deserve to live. What I'm trying to say is..."
She leaned forward slowly, her knees touching the floor softly, contrasting with the weight of her words. Her hands trembled slightly as they supported her in front. She took a deep breath and bowed her body, her forehead touching the ground. Her loose, silky hair slid to the sides like a silver cascade, touching the floor around her face, while the white lingerie she wore seemed even more revealing in that position, the tight fabric molding to her body in a way that left little to the imagination.
"..."
For a few seconds, I remained silent, thinking I was dreaming, because that situation seemed a bit unreal. Especially considering that, minutes ago, I was in a situation where my member was in my Servant's mouth.
"Brando..." she whispered, with her head still on the ground. "You showed me that I deserve to live, that my life has value. And for that... for everything... I don't know how to thank you enough." Her voice overflowed with sincerity, as if they were words kept for a long time.
She remained like that for a few seconds. When she finally stood up, our eyes met, and there was a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, almost pathological, in her gaze, which made my heart skip a beat.
"Thank you."
Still wearing only the boxer briefs, which didn't seem appropriate for the moment, I snapped out of my stupor and approached her.
"I admit I'm confused," I said, scratching my head. "But I got the essence. With that in mind, you don't need to thank me. Everything I did was because I wanted to." I sat on the floor, getting to the level of her golden eyes, which shone with a slightly unhinged light.
She was still with her hands on the ground, her body bowed, highlighting her thin and slender waist, while her shoulders rose and fell slightly, and the curve of her back formed a sensual line.
"I didn't come just to thank you. I've decided to dedicate all of myself to you. I'll still keep my dream, but my soul and my body are yours... For a long time now, just looking at you has made me feel butterflies in my stomach. I can't express in words how special you've become in my life." Her long white hair fell over her face, leaving only her eyes visible, fixed on me with intensity.
It seemed like at any moment she could pounce on me.
I was surprised by her words, but I already suspected she felt something for me. I wasn't blind, nor a typical Japanese protagonist.
I just didn't imagine it was so intense.
Saying that I didn't like her would be a lie. And, to be honest, her eyes, which carried a touch of madness, were even a bit cute. That almost pathological feeling didn't bother me. On the contrary, I've always been deprived of affection, so possessive or obsessive feelings didn't scare me. To me, they were just a more intense form of love.
The problem was that I wasn't exactly good at expressing feelings, being a complete novice in that area.
I was more about actions than words.
With that in mind, I brought my hand to her chin, lifting her head. With the other hand, I brushed her hair away from her face, revealing a beautiful and vulnerable countenance.
"Brando..." she murmured, confused, but before she could continue, I lowered my face and kissed her rosy lips.
Her eyes widened, but upon feeling my lips, she returned the kiss. It was visible that neither of us had experience. We were just following our instincts.
All rational thought fled from my mind. All I could think about was the soft sensation of her mouth. When our lips parted, I slid my tongue into the opening.
"Mmm," she moaned into my mouth, encouraging me to continue, while leaning over me, pressing her body against mine.
I slid one hand behind her, supporting her lower back, and the other around her waist, until I found the warm skin of her smooth belly. I continued to explore her skin, tracing circles around her navel while pushing her lingerie upward. I gently bit her lower lip and pressed my body against hers.
The kiss became more intense with each second, with our tongues intertwining.
For a few seconds, we continued kissing, until our lips parted, leaving a bridge of saliva.
Olga's face was red, a beautiful contrast with her white skin.
With our eyes fixed on each other, I murmured:
"Do you want to continue?" My hands were on her buttocks, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her panties, molding it to my fingers. The fabric of her panties yielded under my pressure, revealing the juicy firmness underneath.
"Yes." She nodded quickly, with her hands behind my neck, sketching a smile. "I love you, much more than myself. I already said: everything of me is yours." She moved her lips to the side of my ear and whispered: "Use me however you want." Her hot, moist breath hit my ear, making me shiver. But right after, she moved her mouth, biting my ear.
Feeling her teeth sinking in, my last thread of reason was completely destroyed. Without thinking, I ran my hand over her legs covered by the stockings and picked her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed.
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