[SMUT INCOMING, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.]
As the kiss intensified, her hands wander around his body aimlessly. She could feels how perfectly packed his muscles is just from the touch, 'so this is how it feels... soft yet firm,' she thought briefly before his tongue invades into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat, yet muffled by the kiss as her tongue danced and twirled around his, engaging in a sensual duel.
As time passed, Belfast's breathing became heavier, her ample chest heaving against him. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that made his head swim with desire. The cool fabric of her maid uniform was a stark contrast to the scorching heat radiating from her skin.
Belfast's body pressed flush against him, her soft curves molding perfectly to the hard planes and angles of his own form. She could feel the evidence of Kousuke's arousal growing against her stomach, and it only fueled her own growing desire.
Lost in the throes of passion, the rest of the world fell away. In that moment, there was only Kousuke, her beloved Master, and the electrifying connection between their bodies and souls. Belfast knew that she would follow him anywhere, do anything for him, and never once had that fact been more clear than it was now. In a way, this is him fulfilling his promise to her.
As the kiss finally broke, Belfast gazed up at him with a hazy, half-lidded expression, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink shade of sakura. Her voice was breathless and husky with desire as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and unspoken loyalty.
"Master, I... I am yours, now and forever," she whispered. "My body, my heart, my everything... it belongs to you."
She punctuated her words by rocking her hips subtly against him, letting Kousuke feel the heat of her arousal through the thin fabric of her uniform.
Belfast's hands slid down to the hem of his shirt, her fingers toying with the material as if seeking permission to remove it and expose the skin beneath. Her gaze was searing, filled with a hunger that spoke of a deep, all-consuming need. "Please, Master," she breathed, "allow me to worship you as you deserve... to show you the depths of my devotion and love." In that moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist in her mind. There was only the two of them in the Imaginary Space, lost in the throes of her Master's passion, bound by an unbreakable, unshakable love.
His hand caressing her soft cheek with a gentle smile, then he speaks. "Just as you said, you're mine... but that goes both ways," he paused, leaning forward and continue in a whisper. "I'm yours, so go ahead."
Pleasure and joy shone brilliantly in Belfast's navy blue eyes at his words, a radiant smile spreading across her flushed face. She nuzzled into Kousuke's gentle caress, her soft skin warm and pliant beneath his fingertips. It was as if a dam burst open inside of her. A wave of emotion, love, and all-encompassing devotion crashed over Belfast, threatening to sweep her away.
"Mm!"
She then captured his lips in another searing kiss, one filled with all the pent-up longing and passion that had been building within her. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against her own.
As the last button gave way, Belfast pushed the fabric aside, revealing the glorious expanse of his chest and abdomen. Her navy blue eyes widened in awe and appreciation as she took in the sight of Kousuke's hard-earned muscles, each one sculpted and defined in a way that spoke of the countless hours he had dedicated to honing his physique.
Belfast's hands roamed reverently over his skin, her fingers tracing the lines and curves of his muscles with a touch that was almost worshipful. She mapped the ridges of his abdominals, marveling at the way they flexed and tightened beneath her touch, as if responding to her presence alone.
Her palms smoothed over Kousuke's pecs, feeling the firm yet supple flesh yield slightly to her touch before springing back into place. She could feel the power and strength that lay coiled within him, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she had the privilege of being the object of such raw, masculine energy.
Belfast leaned in closer, her ample bosom pressing against Kousuke's newly exposed chest as she peppered his skin with soft, playful kisses. Her lips trailed over his collarbone, up the side of his neck, and down the center of his chest, leaving a path of tingling, heated skin in their wake.
"Woah, that feels rather ticklish." He muttered, yet he didn't stop her.
As Belfast's lips continued their sensual journey across his chest, she could feel his heartbeat growing stronger and more insistent against her mouth. The knowledge that she was the cause of his building arousal only served to inflame her own desire, a hunger that could not be sated until she had fully claimed him as her own.
Her hands slid lower, tracing the defined V-lines that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. She could feel the growing evidence of his desire pressing urgently against the fabric, and it took every ounce of her newfound restraint not to simply tear the offending garment away and take him then and there.
"Ooh," Kousuke involuntarily let out a moan, feeling her hand rubbing against his bulging erection as it twitch and throb beneath her touch. She could sense the heat emanating from his skin, the way it seemed to burn through the thin barrier of fabric separating him from her own desperate need.
Before long, her fingers found their way to the button of his pants, and with a deft flick, she popped it open and slowly began to ease down the zipper. Each tooth resisted slightly, as if reluctant to relinquish its hold on the treasure troof, but one by one, they succumbed to her ministrations.
As the zipper reached the bottom, Belfast hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kousuke's pants and his underwear, and with a sudden, sharp tug, she yanked them downwards. His erection sprang free, slapping against her stomach and leaving a trail of sticky precum on her dress. Kousuke could see the hunger and desire burning in those navy blue depths, a hunger that only grew as she wrapped her delicate hands around his thick, pulsing shaft.
Then she kneels down before him. Belfast's tongue darted out, giving his cock a teasing lick that sent a jolt of electricity shooting up his spine. Her eyes locked with him, her gaze smoldering with a fierce, all-consuming need as she parted her glossy lips and engulfed his entire length in the warm, velvety heat of her mouth.
"F-fuck, Belfast..." Kousuke groaned, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as he watched her begin to bob her head, her plump lips stretching obscenely around his girth. The sight of her, his gorgeous and devoted maid, worshipping his cock with such fervor and enthusiasm was almost too much to comprehend.
Slurp! Gluck! Slurp!
He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, guiding her movements as she worked her way up and down his shaft with practiced ease. Each drag of her tongue, each squeeze of her throat around his sensitive flesh, sent waves of mind-numbing pleasure crashing over him, threatening to pull him under and drown him in the depths of his own lust.
With each bob of her head, Belfast took more of his length into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Her lips stretched taut around the girth of his shaft, the soft flesh molding perfectly to the hard contours of his manhood. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of Kousuke as she worked her way down his shaft, taking him deeper into the welcoming heat of her maw.
"Oh fuck! I can't hold it back anymore!" Kousuke groaned. Belfast's eyes widened in surprise as she felt his strong hand grip the back of her head, holding her in place as his hips bucked forward, burying his throbbing cock deep into the tight, clenching heat of her throat. She could only let out a muffled moan around his shaft as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick semen directly down her gullet, the salty-bitter taste of his release flooding her senses.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
Despite the sudden, intense sensation, Belfast did not pull away or try to disengage. Instead, she simply relaxed her throat, allowing his seed to flow unimpeded into the depths of her stomach. Her tongue continued to work tirelessly, stroking and caressing his shaft as he rode out the waves of his climax, coaxing every last drop of his essence from his balls.
As the grip on her hair relaxed and his hips stilled, Belfast slowly, almost reluctantly, slid her mouth off his still-erected length. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of his release, before gazing up at him with a look of pure, unadulterated adoration.
"That was... incredible, Master," she breathed, her voice slightly hoarse from the exertion and the rush of his seed down her throat. A small, satisfied smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Kyaah!"
Belfast's body trembled in anticipation as Kousuke roughly yanked her up and tossed her onto the luxurious queen-sized bed that had materialized out of nowhere. Before she could catch her breath, he was already hiking up her skirt, bunched around her waist, revealing the tantalizing sight of her underwear. The black lace clung to her curves, the damp spot at the crotch evidence of her arousal.
Kousuke leaned down, his breath hot against the fabric as he breathed in her intoxicating scent. Unable to resist, he pressed a finger against her clothed slit, feeling the scorching heat radiating from within. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her squirm below him.
"Aah! Be gentle... please." Belfast let out a sharp gasp as she felt his fingers push her underwear aside, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the scorching heat emanating from her aching core. She could feel his fingers trace the damp fabric of her panties, the evidence of her arousal already soaking through the delicate lace.
Without warning, Kousuke dove in, burying his face between her thighs and dragging his tongue along her slick, hot slit. The taste of her essence exploded on his tastebuds, tangy and sweet, fueling his lust even more. Kousuke could feel her clenching and fluttering around his invading muscle as he lapped at her eagerly. Her back arched off the bed, her ample breasts heaving and straining against the confines of her uniform as she gasped for air.
"Ahhhnn! M-Master!" Belfast cried out, her voice pitching higher as his tongue delved deeper, stroking and caressing the sensitive flesh of her sex. She could feel each ridge and valley, every inch of her most intimate area, as he mapped out her territory with the skillful muscle of his mouth.
Slurp!
Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands tightly as if to anchor herself against the maelstrom of sensation that threatened to sweep her away. She could feel her juices flowing freely now, coating his tongue and chin with her sweet, heady essence. The way he lapped and suckled at her folds sent jolts of electricity racing up and down her spine, making her toes curl and her muscles seize with the intensity of her pleasure.
"Nngh!"
Belfast's thighs trembled and shook as she struggled to keep them spread wide for Kousuke, to give him unfettered access to her dripping, needy cunt. She could feel each drag of his tongue against her swollen clitoris like a brands searing into her skin, marking her, claiming her as his own.
"Mm, it's sweet." Kousuke murmured, his tongue darting out to lap at the remnants of her essence clinging to his lips, savoring the ambrosial nectar like a man lost in the desert finally tasting the sweetest water. He could feel his cock throbbing in anticipation, aching to bury itself in her soaked, desperate cunt. Without warning, Kousuke thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into her dripping folds.
"Nnah!" Belfast let out a choked moan as she felt his fingers breach her entrance, her slick walls clamping down around the invading digits like a velvet vice. Her hips canted upwards, reflexively trying to draw him deeper into her soaked, needy heat as her body craved more of his touch.
"Oooh, M-Master!" she gasped out, her back arching further as she felt his fingers sink knuckle-deep into her clenching cunt. The stretched, taut fabric of her uniform rode up with the motion, exposing the swell of her heaving breasts and the creamy skin of her midriff.
Her own fingers tightened in his hair further, tugging almost painfully at the strands as she grinded her hips against his hand. The obscene sound of wet, slick flesh being stirred filled the room, mingling with the desperate, wanton cries spilling from Belfast's kiss-swollen lips.
"Aaah! Right there!"
She could feel every ridge and crevice of her walls fluttering and rippling around his fingers as they plunged in and out of her dripping core. It was as if her body was greedy for his touch, starving for the sensation of being filled and stretched and claimed by him in the most intimate way possible.
"Y-your fingers feel so good inside me, Master!" Belfast panted, her chest heaving with the force of her arousal. Her thighs trembled and quaked with each thrust of his fingers, the muscles tensing and then relaxing, as if she could barely keep herself from coming undone entirely.
Kousuke's fingers pistoned in and out of her soaked, clenching cunt, each thrust striking her sweet spot dead-on and sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core. He could feel her velvet walls fluttering and tightening around the invading digits, her body's desperate attempt to keep him buried inside her.
At the same time, Kousuke attacked her swollen clit with a ruthless fervor, his tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive nub. He could feel her body tensing, the coil of her impending orgasm winding tighter and tighter with each passing second.
"That's it," he growled against her sex, the vibrations of his words only adding to her mounting pleasure.
"Come for me, Belfast. I want to feel you come undone all over my fingers, want to taste your release on my tongue. Give yourself to me, completely and utterly."
His fingers curled inside her, rubbing mercilessly against her G-spot as his tongue lapped at her clit with a fevered intensity. Belfast's body went rigid, her back arching almost painfully as your words and the relentless onslaught of sensation finally pushed her over the precipice into sweet, screaming ecstasy.
"AAAAAH! MASTER!" Belfast shrieked, her voice raw and hoarse as her inner muscles clamped down HARD around his pistoning fingers. Her essence gushed forth in a torrent, flooding his mouth and chin as her body shuddered and convulsed almost violently with the force of her climax.
Panting harshly, her ample chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, Belfast gazed down at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes. A slow, sated smile curved her kiss-bruised lips upwards, and she let out a breathless, giggling little laugh. "I... I'm yours, Master," she whispered, her voice low and thick with satisfaction. "All yours... now and forever."
"I know," Kousuke whispers back, his voice rough with barely restrained lust as he rise up and position himself between her quivering thighs. The thick, engorged head of his cock nudges against her slick, swollen folds, coating itself in her dripping arousal. A low groan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite feeling of her scorching heat radiating against his aching length.
Without a moment's hesitation, he start to push forward, his hips rocking steadily as inch after throbbing inch of his substantial girth sinks into her tight, grasping channel. Kousuke can feel every velvety flutter and clench of her walls stretch and mold around his invading cock, as if her body was made to take him, to be utterly claimed and filled by him.
"Nngh! Aah!"
Belfast threw her head back with a wanton moan as Kousuke hilted inside her, his thick shaft stretching her deliciously as it settled deep within her core. Her slick inner muscles rippled and fluttered around his girth, as if savoring the feeling of being so utterly filled by his magnificent manhood.
She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein of his impressive cock as it pulsed against her sensitive walls, stoking the embers of her arousal into a raging inferno once more. Her fingers raked down his back, nails digging into his skin as she clung to him, urging him closer, desperate to feel him as deep inside her as physically possible.
"Aaah! You're... so big, Master! So good! Nngh!" Belfast cried out, her voice ragged and thick with lust as she matched his relentless rhythm thrust for thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips, the obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh mingling with the lewd squelching of her dripping arousal.
The lewd, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as Kousuke set a relentless, driving rhythm. Each forceful thrust sends jolts of electric pleasure racing up his spine, stoking the inferno of his desire to dizzying heights.
"Yeees, Master! Aah! Harder!"
She could feel her body jostling with each impact, her ample breasts bouncing and swaying hypnotically as they strained against the confines of her uniform. The fabric had long since ridden up to reveal the creamy skin of her heaving midriff, the swell of her breasts heaving with each panting breath.
Belfast wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist, heels digging into his backside as she urged him ever deeper inside her. She could feel his heavy, cum-laden balls slapping against her ass with each mighty thrust, the knowledge that Kousuke were so close to his own release sending a dark thrill of anticipation rushing through her veins.
"Harder, Master!" Belfast begged shamelessly, all traces of her prim and proper demeanor stripped away in the heat of the moment.
"Fuck me harder! I want to feel you come inside me, I need you to fill me with your seed, to claim me utterly and completely as YOURS!" she gasped out, her voice pitching higher with each word as the coil of her pleasure wound tighter and tighter, hurtling towards an explosive release.
"Fuck, here it comes!" With a guttural groan that seemed to rumble from the very depths of his chest, Kousuke slammed his hips forward one final time, burying his throbbing shaft to the hilt inside her rippling, grasping heat. At the same time, Kousuke leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that stole her breath away even as he felt a surge of molten lava erupt from the tip of his cock, painting her inner walls with thick, viscous ropes of his potent seed.
"Nnngh!"
Belfast's scream of ecstasy was muffled against Kousuke's lips as his kiss swallowed her cries, even as her body convulsed almost violently beneath him. Her inner muscles clamped down around his erupting shaft like a silken vice, rippling and milking his cock for every drop of his thick, scalding essence.
She could feel it sloshing around inside her, his thick seed already beginning to fill her hungry womb to the brim. The sensation of being so utterly claimed, so completely marked by his release, sent an intense rush of dark satisfaction surging through her veins.
As his release began to taper off, Belfast slowly broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. She gazed up at him with hazy, adoring eyes, a look of pure, blissed-out satisfaction etched into every line of her beautiful face.
"Master... My stomach feel so full."