▬▬ stellar collisions: meeting of tangents
ONCE YOUR LABORED BREATHS HAD CALMED DOWN, Nanami cleared the fraying hair strands off your face and tucked them behind. Your face was glistening with sweats along with his sticky cum, seeing your beautiful eyes locked with him, (while you were still on your knees and covered in cum), his member stood up more.
Picking up some facial napkins on the coffee table, Nanami gently wiped your face. You wanted protest, wanting his thick loads to stay on your face, because it felt like a magnum opus of an art was getting stolen from you. You let him, nonetheless, you could have just asked him to paint on your face again.
Upon cleaning the last spurt on your cheek, he said to you, "You're too greedy," then he loomed forward to give you a quick peck on your forehead.
While your lust hadn't quenched yet, you grinned cheekily.
"Just for you . . .."
A soft exhale laced against his throat.
"You okay, though?" he whispered, his fluttering kisses trailed down your nose.
"Mm-hmm," you only responded as you linked your hands around his neck and kissed him in the mouth again.
Nanami quickly reciprocated your needs, wrapping his arms around your waist in the process, he pulled you up again and placed you on his lap.
You stroke his cock with your two hands—that was still sensitive from his first orgasm. You might be feeling very hot right now, but thinking how his massive penis would fit in you sort of terrified and excited you.
It had been years—you forgot to count—since you had an intercourse. No special reason, really . . . Maybe no one could give you those butterflies anymore—not until Nanami showed you a garden with a phantasmagoric butterflies.
His fingers found your cardigan again, telepathically opening both of your eyes to meet each other's gaze.
"Can I?" Just like what you did, he, too, asked for your consent first. You nodded compliantly as he smoothly rolled the fabric off of you and carelessly tossed on the floor.
You weren't wearing a bra, thus Nanami thirsted on your erect nipples perking on your silky top. He sucked in a breath at the sight of your chest and wondered how would they feel like on his palms. The skin on your face burned even more when you noticed how Nanami was lusting for them.
He fingered the hem of your top, looking at you straight in the eyes if he could remove that piece of fabric as well.
Whilst you, you hesitated a bit. He'd see more of your cursed marks. It might be too late to be embarrassed now, so you nodded anyway.
"Is anything wrong?"
As perceptive as he was, you inner qualms didn't escape his keen eyes.
"N-Nothing . . ." You tried to sound okay. "Please continue."
He didn't react at first, just observing you. Although obviously aroused as he already was, he couldn't just continue if things were making you uncomfortable.
Unable to handle him looking straight in the eyes, you glanced away, unconsciously fidgeting those cursed marks of yours.
And so, he was quick to discern your uneasiness.
Nanami let out a single "Hmm.". He placed his hand on you cheek, gently turning your gaze back to him.
"Your cursed marks?"
When he nailed your insecurity, your face down to your chest were infused with deep red, roseate blush. You couldn't mask the awkwardness being written on expressions, so you instantly buried your face on his shoulders to hide your redness as you nuzzled him again there.
"Uh-hmm," you said yes through a hum.
"Worried that I won't find you attractive?"
"Not really—oh, well, maybe yes," you confessed, swallowing a little. "Or you, being turned off . . . Or I'll be a disappointment to you."
Nanami found it amusing. You were just sucking the hell out of him just a while ago, now your confidence was faltering just because of your cursed marks.
"Hands up, Your Highness," he said as he curled your hem again with his fingers.
Obediently, you sat properly and raised your arms, then he pulled your top over your head.
The cold air bit your skin as your tits bounced upon the action. Your bosoms hadn't started to ache yet, but you could tell they were already full.
Nanami watched your marks spread across your chest. He didn't repulse at the sight of it, instead he was reminded whenever he was reading a poem or a verse—it had the same effect on him. There was an art seen on it, a story—your story—something a part of your soul.
Yet he had the mind of a cosmic enticement whose fingers could create constellations with every touch. He traced every line on your skin, marveling every feature of it. Finally cupping your breasts in utmost gentleness, he planted kisses here and there while memorizing each and every stroke of your marks.
He then looked at you in the eyes, while you looked down for you were towering him now. You could see the admiration in his gaze as he was holding you softly.
A smile of appreciation lined across his face, then with serenity, he told you, "You are really a work of art."
Pure feelings swelled on your heart, eyes gleaming with highest esteem as if he brought you your confidence back once again.
Nanami gently drew his face close to you, then planting kisses on your forehead again, then on your eyes, then on your nose, and most especially on your lips. He chewed lightly on your bottom lip as if marking it as his. Upon breaking the kiss on your irresistible lips, his mouth continued journeying down while whispering praises and adoration as if he was inking a series of poetries on your skin.
As he sunk his face on your sternum, he inhaled you scent. You smelled sweet, a bit sweaty, but he really found it sweet, and he was getting a lot euphoric just sniffing the fragrance out of you.
The golden-haired man began working you with his hands. Your breast really felt right on his palms. Soft, really soft. Fondling them so steadily.
You were just mewling under the mercy of his touch. While your needs were being satiated, yet the sensation was still underwhelming.
More . . . You needed to feel more.
Nanami felt your desperation and decided to answer the call for your needs. Using his thumb and index finger, he pinched the crowns of your tits.
You let out a sweet little cry when he touched you there, synchronously nibbling the skin on your neck. You moaned lasciviously on the top of his hair as he rubbed your sensitive nipples with his fingers. The mix of sensations was incredible; it was almost too much that you couldn't focus on pumping his thickened member.
He started sucking a nipple into his mouth, and confetti exploded behind your eyeballs.
"Yes . . ." you whimpered in your most depraved voice, now placing your hands on his shoulders for a support, because any moment now, you would dissolve in the way he pleasured you.
He bit, he licked, he sucked, he massaged.
A sequence of hot silver threads of arousal raced from your nipple straight to your core, and they burned brighter as he sucked harder. You liked the warmth you were feeling when Nanami had your nipples in his mouth. He liked it very much as well, enjoying on how you pebbled on his tongue, on how he was hearing your little yelps and cries of pleasure.
But no matter how stimulating his touches were, something was still missing.
Especially to his heated cock pressing on your navel. It was standing so tall that you could obviously tell how deep it could reach inside you.
"Nanami, Nanami . . ." you slurred, twirling your fingers on the back part of his hair.
He had no other way responding to you than humming.
"Can I put it inside me now?" you asked, grinding your pussy on him.
Nanami could feel the shape of your swelling cunt just how it was pressing on his balls. His hands hadn't touched you there yet, but your slick had dampened him already.
"I haven't prepared you yet," he simply answered.
"But," you said desperately. Depending on how wet you were right now . . . "I can take you now."
He smirked, yet amused again on how cute you were just demanding to be fucked.
True, though, that you had never seen a cock as big as him, but you knew you would manage him well. Just like how you managed him with your mouth.
Meanwhile, on Kento's side, whenever he had sex before, all the women he bedded couldn't take him well. Instead of making them scream in pleasure, they would scream in pain and frustration instead. That was why Kento would always take his time preparing them.
And he would the same with you.
"Let me prepare you, Your Highness," he smiled timidly against your lips.
"But . . ."
"Please," he said, "for you?"
The way said "please" to you, you could never complain more.
"Okay," you muttered, conceding.
Nanami was big enough to manhandle you, and in a swift move, he already laid you on the couch. Completely taking off his pajama pants and underwear, he parted your legs and centered himself in between.
"Should I?" he asked once again, pertaining your lacy and silky pajama shorts.
"Yes, please," you murmured while biting your lips, feeling the anticipation of him touching you in your nether lips.
He clawed on the garter of your pajama and you instinctively lifted your hips up. Nanami's hands slid the fabric gracefully off, and before putting your hips down, he placed a pillow underneath.
And as expected, your juices were pooling on your panties. You must be really turned on for him, and your clit was protruding on the thin fabric.
Nanami pushed a finger on it just to watch you being embarrassed.
You yipped, shuddering, and you unconsciously clenched your pussy.
He smirked, then he swiped his finger on the slit of your cunt. You whined languidly, focusing on the growing sensation of hunger and desire. While your panties was still on, he spread your folds with his thumbs, then he put pressure on it as if to massage you.
Your breathings hitched, drawing your right hand on your mouth to control your moans.
He made circles on your aching pussy, then intentionally brushing your clit just to intensify your heat. While he was gently stimulating you, you were rocking your hips perfectly on his rhythm.
Nanami didn't know if it was the right time to as you, but he found it quite necessary to do so.
"Do you play with yourself?" he asked in his most careful way.
Question marks floated on your head as you craned your head up and looked forward.
He heard your confused hums.
"Do you touch yourself?" he repeated as he rephrased his term.
Head in the air, you replied slower than usual.
"Mmnnhh, fuck ♡"
"Hmm? I can't hear you," he said teasingly.
It was very sudden as you let out a satisfied squeak as he began putting a harsher pressure on your opening and clit at the same time.
". . . Y-Yees~♡!!"
"Really?" he crooned, chuckling coyly. "How do you play with yourself, then?"
You could focus on his questions while you were panting messily. All of those desperate, filthy noises your mouth conveyed, it enlivening the beast in him. You couldn't help the way your hip rolled against his hands—one was pinching your sensitive bud and the other was provoking the opening of your hole.
"How?" His head was tilted on the right while he starting grinding the two of his fingers on your nub.
You tried to hold back your squeals by biting your fist. You clenched your stomach, feeling that any moment you would convulse on how your clit was being treated deliciously.
"J-Just—!" you gasped loudly as your hands found the sheets of the couch to release some tension from your body. "Fingers–" your back arched forward– "my fingers . . !"
It was true that you touched yourself whenever you were stressing out or finding yourself in those nights that you couldn't sleep. A finger alone could carry you through, a bullet vibrator, or just dry-humping a pillow . . . It was already enough.
Nanami hummed approvingly and the pressure he sent the Thine Highness over the precipice. Basing from your exceptional performance on how you give a head, you certainly had experiences before, (not that he really minded), he figured out the possibility that your hymen also recovered whenever you regenerated after you "died". Also knowing that you'd loosened yourself a bit on those times you masturbated, it made his job somehow lighter.
"I'm going to cum . . ." you moaned, tears of pleasure were bubbling on your eyes. "Please, please, don't stop . . !" You were basically begging, wiggling beneath his eyes, not even sure if you were really searching for relief or respite. It was embarrassing . . . How quickly and thoroughly he'd aroused you to this point. "Nanami, I'm . . . I'm really—!"
On that final stroke of his fingers, you cried carnally. You almost pressed your knees together, but Nanami held you still and watched your body shuddered and your core spasmed.
"So greedy," Nanami quietly crooned as his attention was set on your dripping cunt. He continued palming your sex as he could imagine how your insides were begging for more.
As you pacified your breaths, you asked once again, "Not yet?"
There was a subtle grin on his face as he answered, "No, not yet.", the he patted your pussy sensually.
You let out whining sounds, complaining. It wasn't exactly that he was denying you your orgasms, but you still had the feeling of being hungry. The food was already served and you finally got something eat, but you couldn't still have the satisfaction of putting the food in your mouth . . .
"Can we rid of this already?"
Your thoughts were cut when Nanami twined a finger on your underwear.
Instinctively, you would shy away, but it was as though he uttered a spell, and you body automatically responded and nodded to him.
"Up," he encouraged as you hinged your hips up.
Nanami pinned your legs together with his strong arm and hang them on his shoulder. He tugged it down, rolling the fabric smoothly off your creamy legs, and exposed the cunt that he'd been holding back to see.
Putting your legs down again, you willingly let him open your legs for his own pleasure.
You hid sharp intakes of air and angled your head down, feeling a little ashamed. You could feel your whole body growing redder as Nanami stared at you with a burning expression.
He had already assumed . . . He knew right from the start on how pretty you little hole was.
Cute, puffy flower around your cunt making the prettiest valley between your legs, topped with cute and trimmed black pubes all sticky and wet with your essence.
He could tell how horny you were as it throbbed in anticipation for him.
You decided to give him a show, showing him how you could tease him with it. With your legs wide open for him, he could see the glimpses on how it would guide him in the clouds if he entered you. Your heavenly juices were trickling down between the opening of your folds, all the way to tickle your little asshole. The rocking of your hips makes your holes ever more enticing. And to top it all off was your rosebud of a clit, throbbing and filled, ready to be sucked on.
Before Nanami could indulge, he crawled on top of you. You moaned as you felt your tits pressing comfortably against his.
Nanami's mouth was against your ear, humming lustful sounds as he glided his damped lips to give you some ardent bites. And slowly, another muscular arm was reaching your nether regions. Your gasps grew thicker by the second as his calloused fingers found their way to your clit.
"So beautiful . . . You're so beautiful," he finally spoke, complimenting you, after a heated silence, whilst you were sensually arching your back, feeling how his fingers slid back and forth on your mound. You felt the shivers next as his tongue slid on the curve of you neck, nipping and biting with his teeth. "I want to eat you . . ."
Your mind was lagging to the heavenly warmth he was providing you; his ungodly touches and kisses were intoxicating you with a deeper and more sinful lust.
"I want–" Of course, you wanted him to– "but . . ."
"But?"
"You don't need to go down for me," you said in a low tone.
He hummed chuckles on his throat. "You want it, but you don't want me to . . . Really?"
You playfully hit his shoulder while he was still kissing you, now his mouth was on your throat.
"Would you really go down for me?"
"I want to," he replied without hesitation, " and I would."
He wanted to drive his woman insane with sexual pleasures. He would love the feeling of your cunt on his tongue and your wetness all over his face while you were moaning for him. He wanted to hear you saying his name or demand him to go faster or slower while you pull his hair.
Oh, god . . .
He couldn't wait to feel your vagina pulsing against his tongue and lips while you orgasmed.
Consciously, your immortality and part-cursed physical body were the things holding you back. It felt like you didn't deserve him at all.
"But of course," he enunciated, now pressing his forehead on yours, "I won't force you if you feel uncomfortable."
Your lips tugged down as if a void was left on your chest.
See?, you told yourself, How could I deserve such a gentle man?
Even though it contradict yourself, it only made you want him more.
"Please–" you held his face dearly, rubbing your thumb on his lips– "do me more . . ."
And then, you reached out and kissed him so passionately. You were sealing his lips on yours, tongues slowly lingering out and running them through each other's mouths and couldn't stop.
His tongue and saliva were just too sweet for your taste, and you couldn't imagine how they feel like on your cunt.
" . . . Want me," you whispered in between inhales, "fuck me."
So needy, so hungry . . . All for him.
In all actuality, you didn't need to tell him because that was what he intended to.
You, the Your Highness, were a sacred woman, who was worthy of veneration, entitled to be honored and adored.
He then grabbed your legs and firmly wrapped them around his waist. He slipped his arms next under your back and neck, and while he was sitting down, he effortlessly pulled you up.
"Let's go to bed," he softly said in your ear and you only nodded dutifully.
Nanami caught you by your ass, giving them a firm squeeze, before standing up.
You two continued kissing, and his kisses were too damn good. He would dominate you with a kiss alone, slipping his tongue your mouth, while you let him explore your mouth and match his pace. He would lightly flick your tongue and lick your teeth and lips in the most perfect way you could possibly describe.
He must have memorized the every corner of his unit and navigated his bedroom without hitting anything.
One he reached his bed, he propped his knees first on it first before he carefully laid you down as of you were the most precious thing in the world.
"Thank you," you muttered.
With such a subtle gesture like that, you could only appreciate him more.
He only grinned at you and began worshipping your body.
Nanami's smoldering lips was moving lower and lower, not even missing a single inch of your skin. He was also leaving love bites as he reached the crown of your breast again. He pulled it into his mouth, swirling his wet muscle around your hardened teat. You were digging your fingers on his scalp, writhing and mewling under his weight. You were being hit with bolts of lightning every time he flicked your nipple with his tongue before biting it down.
You were trying to catch your breath while keeping your body temperature cool down.
After a while, his delicious lips were tracing further and further south, reaching your stomach, and down to your navel . . . You were just moaning full of anticipation and only watched him worshipping your body with his lips.
As he went down on you, he took a brief pause from kissing you as he locked his gazes on you, lining a half-smirk on his face.
He then lifted your one leg and put it on his shoulder, while your other leg, he parted it farther to see more of your dripping cunt.
"Nanami . . ." you whispered, feeling embarrassed how you made a puddle between your legs.
"You good?"
Looking down, you nodded as you answered, "Yes."
He only responded to you with a quick nod of his head, then he craned his head down, and inhaled your raw scent while playing with your pubic hair.
Your voice hit a higher pitch as you squealed, feeling vulnerable and transparent in his eyes. Sex and that foreplay was different, everything about Nanami was different. The spiritual connection with him was strong, and it expanded into a universe of sensation.
Nanami teased you by kissing the top part of your pussy, then in the inner parts of your thighs as if he was purposely avoiding your very sensitive hole and clit.
You could have his head directly on your cunt, but he already eased your needs upon feeling his hot tongue hitting your folds.
"Aaah . . . ♡" you let the most satisfied moan of all as if the heavens came and melted on you.
At first, there was the shock of feeling the tip of his tongue slowly licking below it and then upward on both sides. You sat up as you propped elbows on the bed to watch how he romanced your pussy. You loved it when he used his flat tongue as he languidly licked you from bottom to top . . . So slowly, so deliciously. Then he would glide the tip over your clitoris, making you even wetter and your pretty bud became more engorged.
Nanami loved how sensitive you were against his kisses, the scent of your clean pussy, and the extremely mild and pleasant taste of your juices. It turned him on even more just feeling the texture of your folds and soft tender velvety skin of your sex against his tongue.
He became more livid and drowned himself in the temporary heaven he was in.
At one point, he licked from your butt upward sliding his nose and tongue up to your clit.
Daaamnn . . .
You cried out in pleasure.
You were already panting so hard, watching him indulging you with heavy-lidded eyes.
His nose was so wet and shiny as he continued eating you out.
You laid back on the bed with your eyes closed just to focus on his unholy actions.
Lust had built successfully on your filthy being, unconsciously bucking your hip to initiate him to do you more. He listened. Nanami flattened out his tongue, flicking it up, over and over. He used the tip of his tongue to lick all over the slick places between the inner and outer lips.
Nanami started to poke your opening with his tongue, his nose pressing on your clit, and you couldn't explain how good it was. He pushed the tip inside—almost melting you—and your smoothed and rounded edges felt good as deep as it could reach.
"Fucking shit . . !" That alone almost made you cum.
It was so hot and good as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed his face harder on your slit. Your head shot back, whilst he was sticking his tongue right to the opening while thrusting it in and out a simultaneously. He loved it when you twitched inside, even clenching your walls against his sinful tongue. Your breathings started to get more pronounced—gradually growing harder and heavier for you to breathe. You were just moaning in pure ecstasy, uncontrollably and lewdly. And as he was listening to your debauched whimpers, the faster he was fucking you with his tongue.
Your whole body began to shake as a familiar knot was forming on you stomach. Nanami's chin was buried deeper between your entrance, continuously licking and sucking you ferverously.
"Oh, fuck . . !" you cursed real good, gasping loudly and deliriously. "Cumming, I'm cumming . . . Nanami, Nanami, oh fuck, fuck, fuck—!!"
Another cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you felt that something in you exploded.
Angling your head backward after a release, spurts of cum flooded between your thighs. It dropped and oozed quickly, leaving wet, milky creams for Nanami.
It felt like you lost the half of your strength . . . And Nanami was just busy continuing his job, trying to lap up and catch every drop of your juices.
He was eating good and he could eat so good.
After a short moment, he parted his head from your legs and did an elbow plank just to see your erotic face.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a gentle growling voice—his lower face had trails of your wetness.
You were heaving hard, but you managed to answer, "Good . . . I'm good." Then you brushed your fingers to his soft hair.
"Then–" He dipped down his head again and buried his face on your plumped pussy– "let me give you another one," he murmured as he sucked your hardened clit again.
You yelped upon the contact, then helplessly moaning the way he was tonguing you expertly. You even hadn't recovered from your second orgasm, but Nanami took advantage of your sensitiveness to put you over the edge.
It didn't tooks long when you felt the same familiar tension rising to your body, gradually reaching the peak once again.
Little by little, your breaths became more erratic. You could feel another incoming fireworks that were about explode. Nanami might have felt that and he sucked faster—focusing and hitting that sweetest spot.
Not too long when reached your third orgasm, milking his velvety tongue inside you, and eyes almost rolling backwards.
You were now wet enough for him, he could tell, and his dick had been hurting for a quite some time now. But given that you hadn't gotten laid for a while, penetrating you now would hurt you. And he didn't want you to feel that he would rip you in half.
Guess I'll loosen her for a bit.
Nanami inhaled, propping up, and watched how you tried to catch your breaths up. Your body was still even twitching from the third wave of pure ecstasy.
"Your Highness," he called in a sultry voice, "I'm going to use my fingers now."
"Yes . . ." you replied right away, still on high, as if begging him. "Just . . . Fuck me . . ."
The man only shook his head twice, grinning thinly, and also amused on how he made you so desperate for him.
"I will, don't worry," he smirked as he positioned a finger on your opening.
You were never a prayerful person, but on your mind, you were calling for the gods.
Ah, Nanami became your god tonight.
"My fingers will feel different from yours this time," he said as he inched the first joint of his middle finger.
Nanami had already bewitched you, and you became a nodding mess for him.
Your pussy was so tight—tight enough to put any virgin to shame and go to the confessions.
Then he pushed another inch, on the right angle, on the right spot. It didn't hurt, and it felt good as you nearly reached the stars.
She's still tight, nonetheless.
Nanami only focused on prioritizing your comfort as he curled his finger inside to stimulate your g-spot. And to also think that you wanted to fuck him already where you were still this tight even if it was just a finger inside. Your wetness made it easier, so he fully penetrated your cunt in one stroke.
You mewled, hands flying to the sheets to ease your desperation to be filled.
He took it as good sign, so he moved his finger inside and out in a slow manner, even rotating it for a bit for another wave stimulation.
His fingers were longer and thicker than yours, and capable of pure sin and pure pleasure. You knew it any better, you swore that his fingers alone were the same length as other less well-endowed men's cocks. Even if it was just a finger for now, it could already reach the deepest places inside like it was nothing.
When your hips started moving against him, Nanami knew that he was on the right track. He followed your cues to set his tempo and also where to direct the stimulation. He let you guided him to your pussy, and he could easily tell that you wanted his finger rubbing your g-spot more.
You looked very tasty to his eyes, and he couldn't help but end his tongue up pressing against your clit again while you escalated to a brand-new orgasm.
Once you loosened up again, feeling more aroused and wildly excited, he then inserted another finger—his ring finger one this time.
The combo of his mouth sucking your clit and his fingers were fucking immaculate . . . And you fucking loved every bit of it as if he was bringing you closer to the gods.
You grabbed on to the pillows above, writhing and crying as your legs began to shake against your will.
Pleasure racked your insides hotly. It started from your cunt and spread all through out your toes and fingertips.
You croaked, feeling already full as two long fingers slid into your sheath and scissored you apart.
"Oh, god . . !" you cried, arching your back uncontrollably, as he continuously hitting that good spot with such precision while making your thighs vibrate and your stomach flex. "Nanami! I'm close . . !" Yes, again. "Please, please . . ! I'm going to cum!"
Nanami felt you gripping his hair again harshly as if you were trying to pull him away from your pussy.
"S-Something—!"
You couldn't complete your pleas, not even knowing what to feel . . . You wanted a release so bad, yet you were trying to hold back because that impending orgasm of yours felt different from the first ones.
Nanami knew what was coming, yet he purposely thrusted his fingers inside you faster and more unforgiving.
You're about to pee . . !
You didn't want to pee on him, but you were feeling so high on that moment, suddenly becoming a broken player as you only cried a series of "oh gods oh gods oh gods" and "fuck fuck fuck fuck fucks".
And on that final pump, you burst with a yelp. You can in an explosive and spraying manner. You were unashamed as you soaked Nanami's hand and face so intensely that left your whole body shaking and visions went spotty.
His girl is a squirter.
He could only chuckle in his head, because it was too erotic to discover.
Now the only thing he wanted to do was to make you squirt for him.
He quickly pulled his fingers out, just to strum on you cunt, flicking the sprays you released in every direction. You cried louder as he kept plucking your pussy until your mind and body became mush. He didn't stop there, carrying you to another mindblowing stimulation.
You couldn't barely keep your screams to yourself when you gushed on him once again!
So loud, so dirty, so wet, and so powerful.
If he wasn't for Nanami pinning your legs down with his forearms, you could have ascended by now.
He also didn't mind if your wetness had sullied him, because luckily for you, squirting on him felt like you had marked him yours. And luckily for you again, because you were the only one he wanted now.
He liked that clear liquids you let out, it was warm and tasteless. And those clitoral and vaginal orgasms must have sent you to oblivion, thus you ended up in a state of temporary paralysis. Such a top-tier orgasm, knowing that he had his job a done well when you rewarded him with a flood of pussy juices.
Once those intense convulses had calmed down, you hid your face with your forearms, embarrassed.
"Fuck you!" You knew that you wanted to fuck him, but you meant it in another way.
Instead of taking it in the wrong way, he smugly chuckled, unaware at first that you had those cute sides.
"Ah, yes, fuck me," he only mused as he retracted his fingers on you.
Peaking at him, you saw him licking his fingers as if your cum was the most delectable and intoxicating drink in the world.
Undeniably, it made your cunt throbbed once again, yet it coated you in the darker shades of red.
It was true that you had one-night-stands before, but there was no emotional connections; you were just using them as tools for your personal pleasures. Yet this time, you fully submitted yourself to Nanami . . . You wanted his belongingness, that was why you were so desperate for him. And cumming on his face left you completely transparent.
Nanami then reached for his nightstand and took out some clean wipes.
You only huffed, pouting, and took the wipes from him. "I said that I was about to cum," you nagged as you started wiping his face. "Now I made a mess on you . . ."
Nanami tilted his head. "You basically did the same to me when got down on me."
"Oh, it's because—" you stopped midway.
It was because you fucking love it, willing to be a cumslut for him.
"It's basically the same thing, Your Highness," he snickered.
Then you watched Nanami crawling toward the same nightstand, opening one of the drawers, he took out a box of condoms and a bottle lube.
You felt the excitement to your bones.
He got back to you, kneeling between your thighs. His veiny cock was still enraged, still wet with pre-cums, and he unconsciously wrapped his cock with his fingers, stroking it lusciously while he stared at you with lust-filled eyes.
He was holding a packet of condom with his other hand, biting it to tear it open. He brought the cylindrical latex sheet on his tip, rolled it down to his huge and thick member.
It was just a small show, yet it was very hot of him, and it earned you a trickle of cum on your sex just watching.
He took the lube next, giving some on his dick first, before pouring lots on your cunt. You let out low hums as you felt the cold substance hitting you. He fingered your hole, circling it on and pushing it inside out to spread the lube evenly.
Nanami would like to take in a regular missionary for now—one of your leg was draped over his shoulder—so that he could control the penetration, and at the same time to enjoy the view and the eye contacts with you.
Your man slid his cock along your vulva to get more lubricated, and it stoke your fire even more. He then laid his shaft on top of your stomach as if he was telling you that this is how deep he could get inside.
You didn't care, you only want him to continue, and at that time, you had become impatient for him to enter you.
You grabbed and positioned it on your opening. Once he was ready to enter your vagina, he ever so slowly pushed the head in. Your pussy clamped on it alone so deliciously, as if every little fiber of your being came to life and there were ripples of pleasure, like a pool of water being disturbed.
Nanami watched how you relaxed your body for him, feeling every stroke of pleasure electrifying you. He still wanted to be slow; even if your vagina was capable of taking his penis now—a little over ten-inch in length—it might cause you discomfort and bypassed aII the parts that would fell pIeasurabIe and rammed vioIentIy into your cervix.
You felt another inch of him. Thank for the foreplays he did you, and you were taking him in so smoothly.
Kento was also aware that you couldn't take him full for now, but he could still sent you to the cloud nines even if was just the half of it that was inside you.
You loved it . . . You fucking love it when he was inside. You ground your hips lustfully, clenching him good—feeling the head of his penis, its shape, the following the hotness of his shaft. Being stretched, rubbed, filled—yes, fuck yes, that was what you needed! And you need the thrust to feel it again and again building into what would be the climax.
Even if it was just for cock warming, he wanted to be sure that you were wet and comfortable enough for him, so he was being gentle the way he pushed in and pulled out the half of his length. He was precisely hitting your g-spot again, while his other hand was stroking your clit slowly.
He increased the pace a bit. They were just small in-outs—not even making to the 5-minute mark, he had made you cum hard!
Nanami continued, moving in a steady rhythm as he rode your orgasm.
For about another ten minutes, he could feel that there was still sensations of him being blocked by your insides, so he patiently and sensually thrusting in you.
You didn't know how long, but his thoughtful and gentle works brought you to otherworld experiences, giving you extra five very long-lasting and intense orgasms.
The last climax of yours was strong—it was his cue to push as far as he could inside you.
There was a beautiful tickling in your lower tummy as you found yourself arching up, eyes forming into hearts as they rolled back.
He was moving his cock further into you as his sexual excitement peaked. He growled erotically, successfully pushing himself to the hilt! He would squeeze himself inside your tight and slimy pussy which caused the head of his cock expanding and his shaft even went rock harder.
It felt like you had forgotten who you were, just becoming completely a whore for him. Mind going blank, moaning incoherent words, your cunt makes all the noise it wanted, climaxing multiple times, and eventually, squirting on him again.
You shook uncontrollably underneath him, moving your hips greedily to pacify your high.
Your body became limp after, then planting your forearms as if to shield yourself from shame.
"Uh-huh . . ." Nanami grunted as he carried you to another orgasm. As though teasing you, he grabbed your wrists, opening up your face, and pinned them down on the both sides of your head. "Do you like that?"
"Y-Yes . . ." you whimpered, still cumming for him as he moved slowly again.
And his size kink showed when he went top of you, weighing you down, and started whispering lewd things to you.
"Am I too big for you, Your Highness?"
You clamped his cock closed while pulsating inside you.
His dick was rubbing with a greater surface of area and activating more of those pleasure nerve endings in your vagina.
And he attacked you there.
"Do you like how my cock is splitting your pussy open?"
Every last inch of him was stuffed inside you, stretching you to your capacity, balls pressing against you ass.
You were so full, you could barely say a thing.
“Hngh, I love it . . ." you said almost drooling. "More, more . . ."
"Look at you–" he then palmed your navel– "still begging for me when I'm already this deep inside you."
You knew Nanami, he never talked much. But this time . . . During your sex with him, his mouth was becoming dirty, even the nastiest words came up to him, he wouldn't shy away to say them unfiltered.
A particularly sharp thrust made you yelp.
"You should be watching this." Nanami put pressure on your lower tummy—the area where his cock was settled. And you spasmed at the sensation, melting, mewling, delirious. "Look at how good you take my cock." And he thrusted. "Look at how beautiful you are now you've taken all of me . . ." Nanami was hitting a particular spot inside you and it tickled you every time. He thrusted again, this time angling his cock upward just to see something. "Can you feel me good, Your Highness?"
Fuck . . .
All you could say.
"Can you feel my cock bulging on your stomach?"
He gave you another sharp thrust that kissed your womb.
"So deep," he said as he pressed on your navel more as if he was trying to feel himself through you. "Do you like me fucking your guts up?"
You smiled lustfully and deliriously as if inviting him to fuck your more. "Yes, I love it . . . Please fuck my pussy up and make it like the shape of your cock . . ." Then you looped your arms around his neck. "I want to feel your every vein . . . And fill me up with the brim of your cums, oh, god . . !"
Nanami knew that it was the final straw. He had been holding back for now . . . And a few minutes later, while he fully pressed you down with his broad body, the next thing you felt was his scrotum and balls hitting against your ass.
You screamed in a higher octave, toes curling at the intensity of his fucking.
It was when it got so good . . . It was so good that he made you feel like you were floating and hallucinating with colors. While he was hammering his cock inside you, you two were kissing passionately non-stop—as messy and deep as you two were capable of.
He was pumping unrelentingly in you, feeling all your insides being super stretched . . . But in very good way.
Harsh slaps from skin to skin were heard as his hips were snapping forward to you.
You were just squealing against Nanami's mouth, and the way he kept up with that brutal pace, only you could do was dig your nails on his back, scratching him, and wounding him. You were so hopeless against Nanami's tall and huge built, but he delighted with that—skin clapping, pussy squelching, your muffled moans ,and all.
Nanami was grinding his groin to you every time he flexed his hips. And eventually, his low grunts and groans filled your ears. He was fucking you even faster and harder though without your instruction. You were nearing to reach your climax once again. He loved it how you tightened for him. And you also loved it when he was pulsating inside you.
Nanami had been so stressed and pent up lately, so you decided to let him take it out on you. You felt his erection getting thicker and harder, watching him sweating, mouth hung open, moaning breathlessly . . . Then he rode his way into his second orgasm for tonight. With the thin sheet of the condom, you felt how it got filled inside you.
Oh, how you wished he spent his essence on you, but you two telepathically agreed to each other to be careful this time.
Nanami went up, then he abruptly pulled his cock out that rewarded him a lewd ohh from you.
Another breathy moan was exhaled from his thin lips, removing the condom, pumping it one time as another round of his cum painted your stomach.
You were also in the euphoric state, clenching your hole closed and had it opened right back up again with bubbly clear-white ooze dribbling out of you.
You hadn't ask yet, and he was feeling the same as you, he took another condom and put it on.
Nanami couldn't be experimental with other positions for now, so he'd ride you again by topping you, elevated on their hands in a plank position, your two legs were thrown over his shoulders.
"Just tell me if I make you uncomfortable, okay?" he told you softly. You only nodded. He poked your entrance again with his penis, then descending his hips down to fully penetrate you.
He could really thrust all the way in and out in that position, great for hard sex—just like how you wanted. He kept hitting something so good—you couldn't explain it.
Nanami smirked, seeing your face contorted into ecstasy while he drilled into you. He slowed down for a moment, rolling his hips rhythmically, grinding it good—groin to groin. Then eventually picking up the pace again, never stopping from pounding your swollen pussy.
Then you would lift your hips to meet his every thrust.
You felt amazing not just when he was making you cum after cums, but the the way the whole time when you felt like you were floating. Your head was so light and every caress and thrust was electrifying. You had that chill running up your spine—very warm, tingling, soft, wet, hard, sweaty, full, twisting, grinding, very sensual. Like a deep tissue massage in every sensitive spot you had. Sometimes, it could be slightly painful, but that slight pain still felt enrapturing.
Nanami began groaning and breathing deep sooner later, even started shaking—and it was so hot to watching his face.
His voice cracked as he was moaning while letting out bunches of deep ah, haa, and uh.
"Oh, fuck . . !" He was balls deep inside of you, cock pulsating, while you were being threatened to another orgasm. "Gods, you're so so good . . ." Nanami suddenly hugged you tight, putting all of his weight on top of you so that you couldn't move. "I'm close again, Your Highness . . ."
Yes, he hadn't relieved himself in a while, and when he needed to, he didn't fail to let you know how much he could have filled you.
Your cunt felt it was getting more slippery for him. He was shuddering inside you, shoving his cock so deep as if you were feeling him reaching up to your diaphragm.
You knew that Nanami was about to cum when his lower body was stiffening, and you cried unto him, swearing in between, "My stomach . . . On my stomach, Nanami!"
Nanami listened as immediately sat down, removing the condom, and pumped himself for a minute. When he ejaculated his volume, his hot and thick cum was spattering onto your thighs, landing strips on your stomach and over him, and filling your belly button.
Nanami was too sensitive to continue, you knew, but he was still steely hard even after exploding thick loads. You felt so good and euphoric, and wanted to tease him as well, so you went down on him.
He didn't expect you to . . .
"Fuck–" he cursed sumptuously– "not yet . . ." and tried you to push you away.
You pouted, not even listening to him. You wanted his cum, you loved every single drop of it. His semen had a distinctively sweet taste, almost had no smell, and had a similar viscosity to heavy cream.
You began sucking his cock, licking his balls, and cleaning up as much as you could get and swallowed it all.
If Nanami didn't hold back and edged himself, he would spill his cum once again on your face.
"Damn . . ." Nanami patted your head as you were passionately kissing his engorged cock. "Such a fucking greedy little doll." You were the most beautiful woman he knew, he wouldn't even realize that you had an appetite for his cum. And for you, it was like experimenting the elixir of the heaven—without a doubt.
"You're still hard," you said while puckering your lips on the head of his cock.
"Can you go for another round?"
"Yes," you smiled delightfully and sat down in front of him. "Yes, please."
He only grinned thinly at you, knowing that you had a strong stamina as him. You two were both tired from work, but still could take each other well.
"Right, come here." He grabbed you by the waist and guided you—still in a sitting position, crossed-legs.
Before straddling him, you picked another packet of condom, opening it, and ready to put it on him.
Nanami hissed again when he felt your hand on his length, watching you carefully. You were gentle to him as you rolled the condom down to his full erection—pumping it a few times to make sure it snugly fit around him.
That was when you sat down on him, hands and legs intimately wrapped on him. Lotus position—it became an easy favorite position for you two.
You held his cock, guiding it to your gaping hole.
Both of you were breathing euphorically, moaning as you completely and perfectly accommodated every last inch of his cock inside.
With that position, you two were given extra physical contacts, more opportunities to kiss each other, lovingly embracing each other, and nonstop incorporated eye contact. It increased the feeling of a soulful connection even more. If one of you opted for a fast fuck right now, it would ruin the shared moment.
You were on top this time, and you led yourself and Nanami in a slow pace. You rode him with your desired depth and angle of penetration, which that were both felt good for you and Nanami.
Because your bodies were so close together, you were able to rub your clitoris against his pelvis as you rocked on top of him. While Nanami used his mouth to stimulate your nipples, neck, and anything else within his reach.
There, he could touch you the way he wanted to, even putting marks on you wherever you rolled your hips skillfully while still be deep inside you. You stayed on that position, just wriggling your hips to stimulate yourself and Nanami. You were even squeezing him tight, feeling every curve and vein against your walls.
Every pleasure was sinking to your being as you rutted on him. Nanami had wrapped his arms around your waist, each hand resting on your behind as he pulled you towards him for added frictions.
The pace was gradually increasing, moaning simultaneously as you planted your forehead on him, sneaking kisses here and there while the meeting of both hips made you two even more desperate to each other.
You looked very beautiful in Nanami's eyes, tits bouncing upon each trust while the city lights slithering from the outside were painting mosaics on your skin.
Nanami growled.
As you expertly rubbed your g-spot with his cock, your cunt sucked him good once more.
"Right here . . . Here~♡" you whined as you bounced on him in a faster pace.
He was keeping making noises in your ear, making you wetter. Then his fingers found your clit, circling it with precised ease, your cunt spasming.
His body was so close to yours that even you could hear his heartbeat. He could hear yours, too.
The two of you could feel it—the sensation of the both becoming one in a soulful level.
Whimpers, desperation, lust, and sensuality —all intermingled in every corner of Nanami's room.
Especially that Nanami was moaning on you, it got you so hot. Looking at him enjoying how you fucked him made the whole thing even passionate.
Sweats were dripping on his face, ears painted in crimson, and the veins on his neck were protruding—becoming a lot more obvious.
That was how you knew when when he was about to reach ecstasy again.
Nanami laid on his back as he guided you along with him. He held your hips harshly, making you stop from moving a bit, just to piston in and out of you. His thrusts on you became hard and fast. It felt better than you could admit, fucking you for his own pleasure and yours.
At some point, you sat down properly, still riding him, you arched your backward to give yourself any sort of relief. As you bent a little, your palms planted on his thighs as your leverage, still bouncing on him, where the two of you got connected was on full show. Nanami was holding your hips to hold in place, and you just threw your head back in a very euphoric state. His cock bulged a bit on your stomach, and the change of angle allowed him to hit a deeper spot in you. Your moans became more lewd and louder . . . Not even noticing, but it seemed like you had forgotten about yourself, like your soul leaving your body.
"So deep," you cried out sweetly, "Nanami's huge cock is so fucking deep in me ~ ♡"
"Fuuuuck—" Nanami rasped, his cock feeling the familiar stiffness incoming. He was just slamming upwards into you again and again until stars burst into your vision. You were nearing as well while you were just panting mindlessly and unrestrained. "Cum with me, Your Highness . . . Fucking give everything it to me."
You only squirmed on top of him.
Gasping in pain and pleasure, he plunged deeper and harder—feeling delighted in the depths of his penetration.
You had no idea how you became a moaning mess for him, starting to have knots in your stomach. Little by little, your breaths became more erratic. You could that you were about to explode again. Nanami might have felt that and he thrusted faster—focusing and hitting your sensitive spot.
Not too long when you reached your orgasm—gushing all over, milking his thick shaft inside you. He continued pounding your swollen walls, until he tightened against you . . . Then finally, fucking finally, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and then he came, shooting his loads on the condom.
His cock jerked inside, while you grinded on him, still delirious from all the overstimulation.
You reached out to him again, arms around his neck, body falling forwards to him, becoming limp. He let your weight on him, rubbing your back while trailing kisses on your neck and you jaw.
The room was silent, except for their unison breathings.
You couldn't remember much, but the way you felt his heart beating against your chest. Then you nestled your head on his neck again—might be one of you your favorite parts of his body—and nuzzled on him.
"Thank you, Your Highness," he only told you, before your consciousness drifted away.
9k words, bitches 💀
i hope i didn't bored y'all out
i was dying while writing this
i hope u ended/started the year with a bang—either physically, mentally,
thru objects or sui*cidally
*wink wink*
and... just one chance, nanami ... before the world ends.
bye
:: handthe;rend ~ 🎆