Kei's twin-tails swayed with each step, the silken strands brushing against her hips in a way that made her skin prickle with awareness. The ribbons were tied a little tighter than usual, the loops crisp and neat—exactly how Yukio had instructed her to wear them. Why this hairstyle today? The question gnawed at her, unanswered, until the familiar warmth of his body pressed against her back, his breath ghosting over the nape of her neck before his hands slid around her waist.
"Perfect," he murmured, lips crushing against her pulse in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.
The sound of his tongue dragging over her skin sent a jolt straight to her core. His teeth grazed next, sharp enough to make her gasp, thighs pressing together instinctively.
This is too much—but her body arched into him anyway, betraying her with every shuddering breath.
His fingers tightened on her hips, thumbs pressing into the dip just above her pelvis. A whimper caught in her throat as his palm slid lower, fingertips brushing the hem of her skirt.
"Nnngh—!"
She bit her lip, but it was too late—her hips jerked forward, seeking friction. Yukio chuckled, dark and knowing, before his teeth sank into her shoulder in a sharp, possessive bite.
"Haaah…!"
Her fingers scrambled against the wall for balance, her knees buckling as his other hand slipped beneath her skirt, tracing the damp fabric of her panties with deliberate slowness.
"You're already wet," he observed, voice rough with approval. "Just from me touching you like this?"
Kei's face burned, but her body answered for her—her folds clenched around nothing, aching for more.
I shouldn't—But Yukio's fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down just enough to expose her glistening slit to the cool air.
"Haaa… haaa—!"
Her breath hitched as his thumb brushed her clit, sending sparks up her spine.
"Such a good girl," he purred, lips grazing her ear. "But let's see how much more you can take."
Before Kei could protest, strong hands lifted her onto the desk, wood groaning under their combined weight.
Thud.
Her breath hitched as Yukio's fingers curled into the front of her blouse, buttons scattering across the floor with a series of sharp pops!
This is— Cold air hit her bare skin, but his touch was hotter, rougher—his palm rasping over her stiffened nipples with deliberate friction.
"A-Ah—!"
Her back arched off the desk involuntarily, head thumping against the surface.
Yukio's tongue flicked over one peaked bud, slow and teasing, before closing his lips around it with a wet slurp.
Kei's fingers scrambled for purchase, nails scraping against wood.
But her thighs fell open anyway, knees trembling as his free hand slid beneath her skirt, fingertips tracing the damp fabric of her panties.
Gulp…
She swallowed hard, pulse racing as his teeth grazed her nipple—sharp, just shy of painful—before soothing it with another slow, sucking kiss.
His fingers hooked into her panties again, dragging them down her thighs with a torturous slowness that made her squirm.
"Yukio—"
"Shh."
His palm pressed flat against her stomach, pinning her to the desk as his other hand dipped lower, fingertips skating through her slick folds.
"Nnngh?!"
Her hips jerked, but he held her firm, his touch relentless as he circled her clit with maddening precision.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "Dripping just from my mouth on your tits."
Kei's face burned hotter, but her body only grew needier, her back arching as his fingers plunged inside her without warning.
"Aaaah—!!"
Her vision blurred, her walls fluttering around his fingers as he curled them just right—and her thighs clamped around his wrist, trapping him there as pleasure ripped through her.
Yukio dropped to his knees with predatory grace, hands gripping the inside of Kei's thighs hard enough to bruise.
"Nnn—?!"
Her breath stuttered as he spread her wider, the cool air hitting her soaked folds before his tongue followed—a slow, deliberate lick from entrance to clit.
Slurp… Slurp…
Kei's hips jerked off the desk, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. But Yukio didn't stop. His tongue circled her clit with ruthless precision, each flick sending sparks up her spine.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging weakly—whether to pull him closer or push him away, even she didn't know.
Then his lips sealed over her entrance, sucking hard and her vision whited out, back bowing as pleasure ripped through her.
"Y-Yukio—!"
Her thighs clamped around his head, toes curling as his tongue plunged deeper, fucking her in short, relentless strokes.
"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnngh!"
Tears pricked her eyes, her body trembling on the edge—until his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight circles—And she shattered.
"Aaaaghhh!!!"
Her back arched violently, her walls clamping around nothing as pleasure crashed over her in waves.
Yukio didn't let up—his tongue lapped at her oversensitive clit, drawing out her climax until she was twitching, whimpering, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
Only then did he pull back, lips glistening with her slick, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good girl," he murmured, thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. "But we're just getting started."
Kei's breath still came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. Yukio's fingers lingered on her inner thigh, tracing idle patterns that sent fresh shivers through her oversensitive flesh. The warmth between her legs pulsed in time with her racing heartbeat, her folds still fluttering from the brutal attention of his tongue.
Then his hand moved—upward, toward the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.
Her eyes widened.
That's his…
Even through the fine fabric of his slacks, the outline was obscene: thick as her wrist, veins visibly pulsing along its length, the swollen head already glistening with precum that had soaked through the material. The musky scent of his arousal hung thick in the air, making her mouth water despite herself.
Ugh… Her throat tightened instinctively, her fingers twitching where they still gripped the edge of the desk.
Yukio smirked, guiding her shaky hand to his zipper with deliberate slowness.
"Go on," he murmured, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
Clink.
The sound of his belt unfastening echoed sharply in the quiet room. Kei's fingers trembled as she tugged the zipper down, the metallic teeth parting to free the throbbing length beneath.
Her breath hitched as his cock sprang free—heavy and flushed, the swollen head already dripping, the thick veins along its underside pulsing with each beat of his heart. Precum beaded at the slit, glistening in the dim light before trailing down the shaft in a slow, sticky strand.
Gulp.
Her throat worked around nothing, her lips parting unconsciously.
I shouldn't… But her tongue darted out anyway, kitten-licking the salty drop from his slit before she could stop herself.
"Hah…!"
Yukio's hips jerked violently, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest as her tentative touch sent sparks of pleasure up his spine.
"Good girl," he praised, fingers threading through her hair with possessive pressure. "Now take more."
Kei's lips parted further, tentatively wrapping around the swollen head.
Slurp... Slurp…
The taste flooded her senses—musky, salty, Yukio—and her lashes fluttered as she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath his crown.
His fingers tightened in her hair, urging her deeper as his other hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing the stretched skin of her lower lip.
"That's it," he growled, voice thick with approval. "Just like that."
Her cheeks hollowed as she took him further, inch by torturous inch, until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his pelvis.
Gurlp… Gurlp… Gurlp…
Her throat convulsed around the intrusion, tears pricking the corners of her eyes—but Yukio's groan of approval sent a thrill through her, spurring her onward despite the unfamiliar stretch.
Yukio's grip on her twin-tails tightened abruptly, his fingers winding through the silken strands like reins.
"Nnn—?!"
Before Kei could react, he yanked her forward, his cock plunging deep into her throat with a single brutal thrust.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
Her eyes watered instantly, gag reflex kicking in violently as the thick head pressed against the tight ring of her esophagus—but Yukio didn't relent. His hips pistoned upward, fucking her throat with ruthless precision, each snap of his pelvis forcing another choked, wet sound from her stretched lips.
"Ghhhk! Ghhhk!"
Drool dripped down her chin in thick strands, her nails scrabbling at his thighs in a futile attempt to ground herself.
GURLP! GURLP! GURLP!
But her moans vibrated around him anyway, the obscene, wet sounds filling the room as her throat struggled to accommodate his girth.
Yukio's free hand cupped her jaw, his thumb pressing against the fluttering muscles of her neck where his cock visibly bulged beneath her skin.
"Feel that?" he rasped, voice dark with arousal. "Your throat's gripping me like a virgin cunt."
Glorp! Glorp! Glorp!
Kei's vision blurred, her body overheating—yet her core clenched in response, her own arousal dripping onto the floor in shameless rivulets.
Yukio pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air—
"Haaah…! Haaah…!"
—before slamming back in, deeper this time, until her nose crushed against the coarse hair at his pelvis and her lips stretched obscenely around the base.
"Nnngh♡!"
Her toes curled, her walls fluttering around nothing as pleasure and overwhelm warred inside her—the brutal stretch of her throat somehow sending sparks of heat straight to her throbbing core.
"Such a good little slut," Yukio praised, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "Taking my cock like you were made for it."
His hips snapped faster, the wet gluck-gluck of her throat echoing obscenely as he used her without mercy—Until, with a final, brutal thrust, he spilled down her throat in thick, pulsing ropes.
"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"
Kei swallowed desperately, tears streaking her cheeks—but even as she coughed, her thighs squeezed together, her own arousal dripping onto the floor in undeniable proof of her shameful enjoyment.
Yukio hauled her up effortlessly, flipping her onto her back with the desk screeching in protest beneath their combined weight.
Kei's legs hooked around his waist instinctively, her breath hitching as the swollen head of his cock nudged her dripping entrance—still stretched and sensitive from his earlier assault.
"Nngh—!"
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body tensing in anticipation. Then he pushed in.
Pop!
A stretched, broken moan tore from her throat as he breached her, inch by agonizing inch, her virgin walls fluttering around the invading thickness in helpless welcome.
"Y-Yukio—! I-It's too—!"
His lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her cries as he bottomed out, their hips flush in a single, devastating thrust.
"Ahhh—"
Kei's back arched off the desk, her toes curling as she struggled to adjust to the impossible fullness—the way his cock seemed to reach places inside her she hadn't known existed.
S-So full… Yukio's hands gripped her hips, his fingers leaving bruises as he held her still, his voice a growl against her lips.
"Look at you," he murmured, the words vibrating against her mouth. "Taking me so well."
Then he pulled back—and slammed home with enough force to make the desk shudder beneath them.
"Aaaah!!"
Kei's vision whited out, her nails scoring his back as he set a relentless pace, each thrust punching into her cervix with jackhammer precision.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Her thighs trembled, her moans pitching higher with every snap of his hips—the slick sounds of their joining echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
"Y-You're—! Ah! Ah!"
Yukio's teeth sank into her shoulder, his grip bruising as he fucked her deeper, harder—until her body bowed, her climax crashing over her with a scream as her walls clenched around him in vise-like pulses.
"Aaaaghhh!!!"
Yukio followed with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled deep, claiming her in the most primal way possible—his cum flooding her womb in thick, hot spurts.
"Haaah… Haaah…"
Kei's legs shook, her body limp—but even as she gasped for air, her walls clenched around him weakly, milking his softening cock in traitorous aftershocks.
Mine, her body seemed to say.
And Yukio's smirk told her he knew it.
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