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Prompt: Amagi Inn Saga Ch. 7 (Persona)
🕑 Added 2019-07-17 19:20:26 +0000 UTCSummary: Makoto and Ren spend the night together, but they don't end up getting much sleep. They explore one another, bringing their relationship to the next level, together. Includes: Smut, Romance, Slow Burn
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Makoto had won a battle, but now she was left with the war. She tried not to stare as she and Ren made small talk while they made their bed, preparing it for the two of them.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Makoto imagined the apocalyptic rage Sae would have if she knew that her younger sister wasn’t rooming with Haru, but with her boyfriend? She tried not to think about that as the two finished putting the blanket over the bed.
Ren could tell his girlfriend was nervous, and he tried to ease the tension in the room. “I’ll warn you, I’m a cuddler,” he joked, earning a small chuckle from his girlfriend.
“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed. It’s actually kind of adorable how you hold your pillow when I find you sleeping.” She shot back at him, and he actually chuckled at the remark.
“Well played. I’ve taught you well, Mako-chan.”
Makoto frowned at that, shaking her head as the two finished preparing the large bed they would be sharing. “I don’t really like hearing that from you.”
“What?” Ren placed a hand on his chest and pretended to gasp. “Haru can call you that, but not your own boyfriend? That hurts, Mako-chan.”
She glared at him with an amused smile, before she picked up one of the pillows between them and tossed it at him. It bounced against his face as the two chuckled.
Ren grinned, believing he had eased the air between them, but just as quickly as he had eased their racing hearts, he saw Makoto’s eyes glance away. Her cheeks were a subtle, rosy hue. She was still scared, and Ren opened his mouth to make another joke, only for the words to fall apart in his throat.
He didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t help but notice the way Makoto’s yukata was hanging onto her body. The robes seemed a size too large for the young woman, and Ren’s eyes locked on the exposed cleavage of his beautiful girlfriend. He gulped, trying to pull his eyes away, but they were practically glued to the flawless skin.
The young man could clearly see just the top parts of her breasts. She was not the biggest girl, but that was perfectly fine for Ren. He preferred slender, athletic women. A tough, sleek fighter, not some buxom bimbo.
Makoto was the perfect woman for him, both physically and emotionally, and that thought dropped a heavy realization onto his mind.
He and Makoto were going to be sharing a bed.
The normally confident and cool Ren suddenly felt his face heat up. He glanced away, mimicking his girlfriend as he finally looked away from her soft, perfect tits. He cursed himself for staring, and he cursed his mind for remembering how nice they felt in his hands that fateful night…
He wanted to feel her body again. He wanted to hold her, to touch her, to… put his penis inside her. Ren cursed himself again. Could he sound anymore of a pervert? He respected Makoto, loved her! He couldn’t treat her like some kind of sex toy! She didn’t exist for his pleasure!
But he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to pleasure her again. How much he wanted her to pleasure him. To feel her hands, and her soft, warm insides once more…
But how the hell was he even supposed to bring that up?
Unbeknownst to Ren, Makoto was suffering from similar demons. She was nervously pulling at the sleeves of her yukata, not even realizing how her breasts were partly on display. She glanced at Ren when he wasn’t looking, before she quickly turned away.
“I-I’m going to brush my teeth. Do you need to?”
“Uh, n-no. I already brushed.”
Makoto entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She went through the motions to brush her teeth, only to blush as she realized how much of her skin was showing off from the yukata. She cursed her luck, wrapping her body up tightly as her embarrassment went down her neck and colored her ears.
She called herself stupid over and over again, before she wondered how much Ren saw… and if he liked it? Makoto groaned as she brushed her teeth, glaring at herself through the mirror.
He must have liked what he saw, right? T-they had made love! He clearly liked her, physically. Unless he really was the ‘hit-it-and-quit-it’ type that the rumors at school called him, a possibility that Makoto found to be utterly preposterous. She scolded herself for even thinking about it, but her mind was all over the place.
That was the effect Ren had on her. He made her orderly, calm mind break apart. He threw a rock into the serene pond of her mind, creating ripples, and… and damn it, she loved him for that.
Makoto rinsed her mouth and spat the water out, before sighing. She looked at herself, trying to read her own expression as she asked herself a simple question. She ignored the chaos of her mind and tried to find one, simple answer.
What did she want?
Well, that answer was simple, wasn’t it? She wanted to feel ‘that’ again. To make love to Ren again. Not hidden away, scared of being caught. Not clumsily grabbing at each other in some pool, but to make love like newlyweds on their honeymoon.
Slow, patient, and loving...
But how the hell could she ask that of him? Would he think she was some kind of pervert or whore for even thinking about that? She groaned, trying to tell herself that would never happen, but logic was becoming more and more ignored in her head as the night dragged on.
She wanted to be with her boyfriend, physically, but could she? Should she? These questions wracked her mind as she walked into the bedroom once again, her cheeks still red.
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The two laid on the bed, but there was space enough for a third pillow between them as they faced opposite walls. Neither said anything, but their thoughts were the same.
They both wanted the same thing, but how could they even begin to ask for it? Makoto closed her eyes and sighed as Ren chewed the inside of his cheek.
The lights were still on. They should have been talking to one another, yet here Ren was, as quiet and nervous as his girlfriend.
“Mako-chan,” he blurted out, not even really thinking as he heard his girlfriend sigh.
“I think that joke has run its course, Ren.”
“Maybe. Still cute.” He turned over, smiling as he stroked her back through the fabric of her yukata. “Like you?”
She didn’t say anything, too shocked by the simple compliment. Makoto finally turned over, glaring at him with a pouted lips and rosy cheeks. “That’s not funny,” she muttered.
“Wasn’t meant to be. It’s true. You’re the cutest girl I know. And I know a lot of girls,” he joked, earning a laugh from the brunette.
“You really mean that, don’t you? Ann, Rise… Sae. You know all those girls, and-”
“And you’re the one I love. You’re the prettiest, most gorgeous, sexiest girl of them all,” Ren declared. Each compliment painted a new layer of red on Makoto’s face as he tried to steel himself. He mustered up every ounce of courage within him, taking a long, deep breath.
“Ren, you don’t have to say that-”
“But I mean it! In fact, I… uh…”
“Hm? What is it?”
“I-I was wondering…” God, he wished he was facing Yaldabaoth again. “If I could… I could… see-you-naked!” The words came out fast, but Makoto could still understand what she said.
But comprehending those words. Well… That was another matter. She blinked, mouth parted open as both of their faces began to blush. Makoto had never seen her boyfriend’s face so red before.
“I-I can’t believe I just said that,” he muttered, brushing a hand against his forehead. He stuttered, tripping over his own words as tried to speak again. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong, I mean, I do, but not like this! Not if you’re not okay with it. I-I mean, if you are, awesome, but I-I was thinking about last night when we made love, and I never really got to take in your beauty that night. It was dark, and things just escalated, and this time, I just wanted to treat you right, and I love you, and… and-”
Ren covered his face with his hands and sighed. He groaned loudly into them, kicking his legs a bit on the bed as he tried to reclaim his lost dignity.
“I swear, I’m usually good at this,” he mumbled into his palms. “But this is what you do to me. I can’t stay calm around you. I try to, but you’re just so-”
He heard her move on the bed, and Ren moved his hands to look at her. His heart was racing. He felt beads of sweat traveling down his forehead. Makoto had turned so her back was now facing him.
What had he done? No, he knew exactly what he did. He just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him. Ren found it hard to breathe as his throat tightened and his skin felt hot and clammy at the same time. His vision blurred, and he wondered if he was really going to be so pathetic as to cry before her…?
He opened his mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. His silver tongue turned to rust as he realized nothing he could say could make this okay.
Still, he tried to apologize to Makoto.
“M-Makoto-” She rose up from the bed. She stood up, and Ren sat up as he begged her not to leave. The woman said nothing, as her yukata ribbon slowly came undone and fell to her feet.
“H-huh?” Ren blinked, before he wiped his tears away. Did he imagine that? What was happening? He was at a loss for words as he sat on the bed, watching his girlfriend shrugged her shoulders and allowed the outfit to fall.
It fell to the ground in a crumpled up heap of fabric. All she wore now was her panties. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, a fact that Ren knew, but he was no less stunned as a million emotions raced through him.
He couldn’t believe how hot his girlfriend’s back was. Just so smooth, so petite, so strong. He felt his heart race as blood was pumped away from his brain, and towards his crotch.
Excitement pumped through his veins as he glanced down, staring at her round, heart-shaped ass. The dark panties she wore did nothing to hide how firm and tight her butt seemed, and if Ren could move, he might have leaned forward to steal a feel of her butt.
His excitement wavered for a moment as he watched Makoto bend forward. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he was still on edge, ready for her to hit him and tell him she’d never see him again, or even for Sae to come bursting in to chop him in two.
But neither happened. Ren just watched as Makoto took her panties and slowly pulled them down her long, muscular legs. Not bulky, but smooth and slender. Athletic. Sleek. Makoto’s long legs were the essence of perfect, and Ren couldn’t help but stare at her thighs as her panties joined the rest of her clothes.
Makoto was now naked, and as embarrassing as it was to admit, Ren’s penis was hard and throbbing just from looking at her beautiful body.
He gulped, swallowing spit as he tried in vain to hide his erection. Makoto turned around to face him, and Ren felt his mouth fall open, hanging from his jaw as he was hypnotized by her gorgeous body.
Makoto was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. He was captivated by her slender figure, slowly rising up from her feet, up her smooth legs, up her sensual hips, and up her petite chest, before he finally looked her in the eyes.
So to speak. Makoto’s eyes were anywhere, but facing him. They looked around the room as she gulped, shaking slightly.
Ren tried to make a joke and break the silence, but nothing came out as her eyes noticed his throbbing erection. Her scarlet eyes widened as her cheeks burned hot, and she glued her eyes to the floor. Her heart raced, and her chest jiggled slightly with each rise and fall.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Ren found his voice.
“M-may I…?” He held a hand up, unable to say anything else. All his courage, all his spirit, and that was all he could muster before the beautiful goddess standing before him.
Makoto couldn’t even utter a reply. She just nodded her head as her arms twitched. She wanted to cover herself, he could tell, but she didn’t. She wanted him to see her entire body, unimpeded, as she slowly walked closer to him.
Ren scooted forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, before he rose up on shaky, trembling legs. She stopped before him, staring at his feet as he lifted up his fingers. His throat felt dry as he quietly whispered, “I-if you want me to stop, o-or if you feel uncomfortable-.”
“I know…” She nodded her head, before falling silent once more.
With that said and out of the way, Ren held up his shaky hands to touch Makoto. He gulped, trying to calm himself down as his eyes traveled up and down her naked body. Where did he start? What should he do? And would his hands stop shaking?!
He told himself to calm down. To treat this like it was safe in a Palace. Steady hands. Handle with care.
Don’t let her see how scared you are of messing up.
Ren looked Makoto over again, taking in her beauty, before his hands made their. He knew which part of her he wanted to touch first. Not her breasts, not her hips, but the first thing he saw of her.
His still-shaky hands hovered over her cheeks, slowly going down her neck, before stroking back up her head to her hair. He remembered when he first saw her in the library, studying, working hard. She barely acknowledged him, having no idea they were going to be dating in a few months.
Ren almost laughed, but he was too captivated by his girlfriend’s beauty as his fingers gently combed through her hair. He felt the soft locks tickle the palms of his hands as he breathed in her aroma.
Makoto, for her part, was shaking just as much as Ren’s. Like a leaf in the wind, she trembled against his touch. Her eyes slowly rose up his body, looking him into his silver gaze as she began to calm down.
His hands, always so strong, gently stroked her head. She leaned into them, nuzzling against his soft touch as she took a long breath.
“I love you,” she whispered, and he chuckled.
“And I you.”
Ren leaned forward, just barely missing her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, before his hands slowly slid down her body. He felt her shoulders, and marveled how small she felt in his arms. He outlined the curve of her shoulders with his fingers, before he moved down to her chest.
There was a moment of hesitation. The two stared at each other, their faces red as they both gulped. They looked away at the same time, but Makoto turned her eyes back to him first. She nodded her head, and one of her hands gently touched his.
She wanted him to do this, and so he happily obeyed.
He placed his hands on her small breasts, gently holding the soft flesh. He went about it slowly, meticulously, taking in the little details. He lifted them up, feeling their weight, before dropping them, letting them jiggle against Makoto’s chest. He began to press down, kneading her breasts and earning a moan from her lips.
The sound stole his breath away, and he gulped as he tried to make her moan again. Her already shallow breathing quickened, and when Ren took his hands off of her breasts, he saw how they rose and fell with every breath she took.
That just made him want her more as he began to pull at her nipples. Just enough to lift them off of her chest, before dropping them back down and massaging them with his hands. After a while, he tried to simply pinch and squeeze her nipples, and she moaned loudly as he felt them harden between his fingers.
“Ah!” She, for a lack of a better word, squeaked as he began them a particularly strong pinch, and Ren almost jumped as he took in the wonderous, perfect sight of his girlfriend.
This whole thing scared him, not because of Makoto, but more because he feared his own lack of skill. But Makoto seemed to be enjoying herself, and that was more than enough for him. Spurred on by her moans and squeaks, he continued to grope and feel her chest, smiling as he rubbed her breasts.
He took his time, continuing to feel the soft flesh under his hands, massaging, groping, and playing with both of her wonderful breasts, before he finally freed them.
“D-do you like them? They’re not as big as the others, i-in fact I know they’re rather small, but-”
He kissed her again, pressing his lips against hers, before he pulled back with a smile. “They’re perfect.”
Makoto shuddered, biting her lower lip as she nodded her head. He pecked her lips once more, before his hands began to slide down her body again.
Now he was at her stomach, feeling the firm muscles just under her skin. The raw power and strength Makoto had was amazing, and Ren wouldn’t deny that it turned him on a bit. She was so strong… Her strength made his throat turn dry as he massaged her tummy with the tips of his digits.
Ren kept going, soon reaching her crotch. He was embarrassed to admit that his face was probably just as red as hers. He swallowed spit down as he looked at her womanhood, taking in the details.
She had a small bush, but it was thin, and even rather soft as his fingers brushed against it. He had a clear view at her pussy, seeing the swollen, moist lips. His hand brushed against her clit, just barely, and Makoto moaned at the touch, shaking as she felt electricity course through her.
Ren snaked one hand around her as she moaned, using it to steal a feel of her ass. She gasped, before shuddering as his hand squeezed one of her ass cheeks, before massaging the firm flesh.
“You have a great ass,” he complimented.
“P-perv,” she replied, a smile on her ruby lips as she looked at him.
“Do you want to sto-?”
“N-no! K-keep going… Please?” Of course Ren wasn’t going to stop unless Makoto directly told him to, but he sure did enjoy teasing the brunette. Made his own cheeks feel less hot.
He gave Makoto’s lower lips a gentle rub, before he pressed his finger against her body. He could feel just how wet the woman was, and it astonished him. He hadn’t noticed in the spa just how soaked Makoto was, before his thoughts were swept aside by Makoto’s quiet moan. She clapped her hands over her mouth, muffling her voice as she trembled.
Her knees trembled, and Ren was ready to catch and hold her in his arms. Thankfully she didn’t fall, and Ren was free to continue exploring his girlfriend’s body.
Ren rubbed his index finger against Makoto’s pussy again, outlining it, before pressing it against her entrance. She continued to moan, shaking from his touch as his smile grew. He was tempted to actually penetrate her, when suddenly Makoto grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand back up to her chest.
“What-?”
“Enough, Ren.” For a moment, guilt and fear consumed the dark-haired man. He was ready to apologize to his girlfriend, only to see her smile. That smile was… it rendered him speechless as she licked her lips, leaning in close, their lips almost touching. Her voice was shaky, yet firm as stone as she uttered, “It’s your turn.”
“Strip.” Makoto lived up to her codename. Even a single word still dripped with authority, and the thought of disobeying her didn’t even cross Ren.
He stepped back, legs knocking against the bed as Makoto watched him strip. He glanced at her, trying to guess her thoughts as he undid the yukata. The robe fell to the ground, exposing his athletic frame, and he watched as Makoto’s breath was stolen away.
Queen or not, she was still a hormone-filled, young woman. She liked what she saw, and Ren knew it.
“Boxers too,” her breathless voice commanded, and Ren nodded his head, though he had every intention of being as naked as his girlfriend.
There was something kind of… sexy about being ordered to strip by his girlfriend. Ren didn’t have the proper words for it, and his mind had little blood to work with as he took his boxers off of his body. His hard cock popped free, swaying between his legs as his face burned as hot as a campfire.
Ren was naked now, and he looked at his girlfriend one more time to find her scarlet eyes staring at his hard on. She motioned him forward with just a wave of her hand, and he obeyed, walking towards her, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention to his erection.
He failed, of course.
Makoto leaned forward, placing her chin on his shoulder as she blew her hot breath against his ear once more. “My turn.”
The young man, who faced monsters and killers with nerves of steel, shuddered. Makoto let out a quiet laugh, before she began to explore his body with her soft, curious fingers.
She felt his chest, feeling the well-earned muscles he had acquired over their journey. It was childish, and stupid, but Makoto couldn’t help but admire his physique. He was so like the gangsters and mobsters in her movies.
Makoto could feel the raw strength in his muscles, yet she knew he would only ever used them if he needed to. Or if he wanted to show off his athleticism…
She stroked his chest, outlining every muscle, mentally painting a picture in her mind. She could name the parts, the organs, the pieces, but her studying didn’t do anything for her racing heart. There was something entirely different about researching muscles, and feeling the muscles of her boyfriend. She stroked his firm chest for about a minute more, before she moved on.
As Makoto’s hands moved to his arms, feeling and stroking the firm skin, she imagined him holding her in his arms, protecting her from a rain of bullets as a rival gang opened fire at them. Her legs knocked against one another as she imagined him taking a bullet for her, telling her he had always loved her, before their gang came to save them…
She squeezed his arms, and her heart skipped a beat as she felt just how strong he was. He could probably lift her in his hands, maybe even like a bride being carried by the groom.
That thought alone made her quiver, chewing the inside of her cheek as she was reduced to a lovestruck fool. Ren had the perfect body for her. A gentleman thief. A man with a mind as mighty as his best.
A man who could pick her up and whisk her away into the night sky, clinging to him as they rode his horse to the moon. No, his motorcycle… The dream ended as quickly as it began, but Makoto couldn’t get the image of it out of her mind as she caressed his arms.
It was so stupid. A childish fantasy. Yet it excited her, turning her face red and making her pussy glisten as she moved her hands down to his stomach. She drew small circles on his tummy, and she grinned as Ren chuckled. “Ticklish, Joker?”
“N-no.”
You shouldn’t lie to your queen, Joker. Else I might make a jester out of you,” she teased, kissing his stomach.
Makoto decided to take a moment to tease her boyfriend. A bit of payback for all of his jokes over the months they’ve been dating. She stroked the sides of his stomach, tickling him. He fought back, trying not to embarrass himself as Ren moved her hands lower again.
Ren’s muffled laughter was immediately slain as he realized Makoto had her hands on his erection.
She stroked it, and she marveled at the reaction he gave. His cock throbbed, pulsing like a heart as her fingers brushed against it. She crouched down, sitting on her knees and leaning in close as she took a whiff of the cock.
It didn’t smell bad. Musky, meaty, but not bad. She opened her mouth, knowing from… research that women would often suck on the dick, but her lips fell shut as her face burned red hot.
Maybe later.
Makoto gulped spit down, before she placed one of her hands on Ren’s cock. She tried to wrap her fingers around it, before she began to move her hand back and forth. Her pace was slow, but her touch earned a moan out of her boyfriend.
“M-Makoto-”
She smiled. How rarely she could earn such a reaction from her boyfriend. As one hand moved up and down the length of his dick, the other came to the tip, gently rubbing it as Ren gasped. His legs shivered slightly as she played with his dick, exploring it, and savoring his reaction in her heart.
“You look so cute when you squirm, Ren.” He didn’t answer, closing his eyes as his hips began to subtly move in time with her hand. “Does my hand feel that good?” Makoto wondered, before she pressed her thumb against the head.
She rubbed along the head, just through the foreskin that now seemed too small for the cock. Makoto’s finger exposed the tip of Ren’s cock as the brunette woman felt a rush inside of her.
“Ah!” Ren moaned, shaking a bit.
“What’s wrong, Ren? You seem… hungry for something.” Makoto gently tapped the tip with her nose, before she returned to jerking him off, usine one hand to get the base and length, while the other hand massaged the tip.
“M-Makoto,” he moaned, shaking slightly. “I-I think I’m going to-” He moaned again as Makoto pressed her thumb against the underside of his cock, stroking up and down, and soon causing the young man to cum.
He moaned through gritted teeth as his seed spilled out of his dick, and right onto Makoto’s face. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Makoto’s eyes widened as the stream of cum just kept on going. Another splatter got into her hazel locks, as some even fell on her collarbone. Worse, thanks to gravity, it dripped down her body, right onto her small breasts.
“R-Ren!” Makoto gasped, a mistake as some of the semen spilled into her mouth. She fell back as Ren went by instinct, rather than logic. His hand replaced Makoto’s, wrapping tightly around the shaft as more of his cum shot out, splattering against the floor. The last few drops of it came out in white gollops, falling onto his feet as he let out a sigh of relief.
That relief was quickly evaporated as he realized just what had happened. His silver eyes looked at the cum covered woman, who was currently wiping some of his semen off of her breasts. Immediately Ren felt guilt and shame for his actions, and he quickly fell to his knees and slid over to her, sitting by her side as his hands hovered over her.
He didn’t touch her, not sure if he even should, all while he stuttered out an apology. “O-oh my God, Makoto, I-I’m so sorry! Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to-Let me get you a towel!” He stood up, grabbing his robes as he began to run around the room.
Ren held his yukata against his crotch, trying to hide his (semi-hard) shame as he looked around the room. “Shit, shit, shit, crap, damn it, fuck,” he groaned, only to cry out as he almost slipped on the semen on the floor. “Whoa! I-I’m okay! I’m okay!” he shouted, recovering at the last moment to keep himself from face planting into his own cum.
Makoto watched the usually cool-headed man running around, panicking as he tried looking for something to wipe her clean. She watched him, as her lips began to curve upwards and she began to snicker and giggle.
Ren came to a stop, turning his head to look at his girlfriend. She was laughing, placing a hand to her mouth as she continued to giggle. “I-it’s not that funny,” he muttered, looking away, his cheeks a dark shade of red.
“It is,” she replied, not even looking at him. “Sit with me?” she requested, placing her hand on the floor beside her.
“A-alright.” He walked closer, sitting where she had her hand. She moved it as he sat beside her, looking at the floor. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Makoto.”
“It’s alright,” she replied. “It was a natural reaction. I shouldn’t have been so surprised.” Her ruby eyes glanced at him, and he gulped as his Queen smiled. “Besides. It felt nice to be the one making you look your composure for a change. Perhaps I should make it more of a habit?
“I… uh…”
Makoto chuckled again, wiping her face clean. Ren sat by her, hiding his crotch with his yukata. The two sat in silence for a few moments, before Makoto spoke. Her voice was a quiet and hushed whisper as she stared at her feet.
“Ren… Was I… alright?”
“Makoto, you were amazing. Better than alright! You’re perfect,” he declared. “I mean, I know all of this was a little… tiny bit embarrassing.” Makoto laughed again and soon, Ren was laughing with her. “Okay, kind of really embarrassing, but I wouldn’t trade this night for the world. You’re gorgeous, and, honestly? That was probably the greatest orgasm of my life.”
Ren’s face burned as he confessed that fact, and Makoto gulped as she stared at him. “R-really?” He nodded his head, looking away out of shame. His girlfriend’s hand touched his, and he looked at her, his face a bright scarlet.
“I… I rather liked it too. It made my heart race, and… I’ve never felt that good before.” The two smiled at one another, and they even closed the distance between them. Their shoulders touched as they pressed their bodies together, cuddling where they sat. Ren didn’t even seem to mind what was on his girlfriend’s body, though they both knew she had to be cleaned sooner rather than later.
“You sure you enjoyed it?” he asked, and she nodded her head. “Good. Because I loved it.” The two lovers beamed at one another, before Ren stood up and looked at the bathroom. “We should probably get you cleaned up now…”
Makoto was about to suggest she took a bath, when he spoke before her. “I can get a washcloth and use that to wipe you down.” The brunette’s eyes widened, and her face once more took on a reddish hue.
She knew she should have shot down the idea, but when her lips parted, only one word slipped out. “O-okay.”
With a quiet nod, Ren walked towards the bathroom. Makoto was left only with her thoughts as she wondered what the hell she was doing. She could hear Ren getting a washcloth wet, yet it almost sounded like an executioner sharpening his axe. The woman almost jumped as Ren stepped out of the bathroom, washcloth in hand.
“Hey. Um… You mind standing?”
“N-not at all,” she replied, getting up on her (trembling) legs. She stood for him, and he began to clean her, wiping the cloth against her face.
She closed her eyes as he quietly worked, wiping her clean and using another cloth to dry her. It was quiet, and she fell into a sort of peace as he gently caressed her body. Unfortunately for Ren, he was experiencing quite the opposite.
The young man was caught in the crossfire of a fierce battle between his mind and body. His body, which he thought would be finished after cumming, was clearly raring to go as he felt his cock harden between his legs. His mind told it not to, but his eyes fell to her breasts, ogling them as his hand gently rubbed against them.
Obviously it was to wipe them clean, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel how soft and firm they were. He tried to brush against it as lightly as possible, but when the cold, wet cloth touched her nipple, Makoto still let out a quiet moan. The sound sent shivers down Ren’s body as he cleaned her.
His breathing was getting shallow. His heart was pounding. He tried to finish as quickly as he could, but that was what sealed his fate.
Makoto, with her eyes still closed, felt every touch Ren gave her. She gasped as the wet cloth pressed against her nipples, making them turn hard again as her pussy quivered. It was now she realized that she hadn’t been able to cum yet.
Her body clearly hungered for the chance to, quivering as Ren’s hand kneaded her chest, pushing and pressing down on it with every passing second. She sucked in air through her teeth as her boyfriend spoke up.
“Um… I’m done.”
Makoto’s eyes opened, but she must have been looking down while they were closed. Her eyes opened, and quickly widened as she stared at her boyfriend’s dick. He wasn’t hiding it, and it was hard and throbbing, clearly wanting her as much as she wanted him.
“Makoto?” Ren’s voice called out to her, before his eyes followed hers. “What’s wro-? Oh! I-I am so sorry!” He tried to cover himself, but Makoto caught his hand, stopping him. He blinked, looking at her.
She was smiling, but it wasn’t like her usual smile. There was something hungry about this smile. She licked her lips, her eyes glittering like blood-soaked rubies as she pushed him.
Ren was strong for his age, but it was clear that Makoto had him outclassed. He fell back, landing on the bed as Makoto placed a hand on his naked chest, feeling his smooth muscles and hairless body.
“M-Makoto?!”
“Shh.” Her tongue licked her lips, as her other hand stroked his throbbing erection. “Your Queen demands tribute.”
Her voice, her tone, her hot, burning breath against his skin… Ren wasn’t sure what it was, but his cock pulsed with desire, standing tall as he laid on his back. Any attempt to argue vanished as Ren flashed his teeth and smiled.
Whatever part of Makoto that was left to restrain her lustful mind vanished when she saw that smile. They both wanted the same thing, why not enjoy themselves?
Makoto got on the bed, placing her legs on either side of Ren’s body. Her moist pussy hovered over Ren’s prick, before going down, welcoming it inside of her once more. There was no pain as she felt him fill her, and both of them moaned at the sensation.
Ecstasy coursed through their bodies, burning their nerves as they quivered against one another. Makoto rode her boyfriend, bouncing up and down on his rod. Her tight pussy squeezed around the shaft, making the two cry out as their hands found each other.
They interlocked their fingers, staring into each other’s eyes as the bed rocked and groaned below them.
“I love you,” he moaned, and she mewled, her muscles pushing tighter around his cock.
“I… I love you too!” It didn’t take long for Makoto to cum, and Ren followed right behind her.
His seed spilled into her body. His seed coated her walls, before slowly trickling down her pussy. Her pussy clung to his cock, but that didn’t stop some of their cum spilling out from her pussy, falling onto Ren’s body.
Makoto was left panting as she fell off of her boyfriend and onto her side. He made sure the fall was a gentle woman, pulling his penis out of her and stroking her naked body as he smiled at her.
“You okay, gorgeous…?” he asked, taking slow breath as his seed lightly dribbled out of his dick and onto the bed.
“Y-yes… I’m alright, just… out of breath,” she replied. He chuckled, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her. Their chests pressed agaisnt one another, letting them feel each other’s heartbeat. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he replied. “And commanding.” He smirked at her, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. She blushed under his stare, looking away from him. “No wonder we call you Queen. You certainly lived up to the name.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Maybe we should call you Panther instead.”
“Ren.”
“I’m just glad you didn’t bite me or something. Though, that’d be kind of hot...”
“Ren,” she laughed, gently smacking his chest.
The two laughed, cuddling against one another as Makoto wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. She kissed his chest as he pressed his lips against her hazel locks.
“So… what do you wanna do now?” he wondered. “Go to sleep? A game of Shogi?” Makoto looked at her boyfriend, smiling at his characteristic smirk. “Or maybe we try experimenting and see what else we like in bed?”
“So confident… I seem to remember you blushing when you beheld your Queen.” The two laughed, holding the other tightly.
As the night went on the same thought ran through their minds as they held one another. Life was good.
