Hero For Lust

Mosquito Girl made her way upstairs and busied herself in the kitchen, gathering ingredients for a fresh batch of takoyaki. A bounce marked each step. Her bed, at long last, would serve its true purpose.

While she flitted about the small space, a knock echoed from the door.

Another one?

She crossed the narrow room and swung the door open.

A well-endowed woman stood at the threshold, wavy turquoise hair spilling over her shoulders. Psykos.

"Two visitors in one day," Mosquito Girl said with a sly grin. "Heh. You'll have to wait your turn."

"Good," Psykos answered, calm and content.

Mosquito Girl raised a brow. "Oh? Happy he's taking care of Yuta?"

"That is how things should unfold."

Mosquito Girl cocked her head, smile stretching. "You're even smarter than I thought. But you're hiding something, aren't you?"

"I came to discuss that very thing with you."

That stirred her curiosity. Mosquito Girl stepped aside and waved her in.

Inside, time slipped by. Psykos spoke, and Mosquito Girl listened.

"We will have to work for it. If we want to reach the 'Perfect End.'"

Mosquito Girl grinned, already imagining the shape of things to come.

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"Are you certain?"

"Never more so."

Caspian faced Yuta, his fingers gliding beneath the lace hem of her panties. His fingertips finding her already wet, swollen with need. Yuta's breath hitched as he traced her, slow and deliberate, circling her clit just once before dipping lower.

Her thighs tensed when he pushed two fingers deep, curling just there, and her moan fractured against his lips. He didn't relent; thumb grinding her clit, fingers pumping in a rhythm that left her gasping. The slick sounds of her arousal filled the space between them, her hips rolling to meet every stroke.

Tension coiled, snapped. Her back arched off the bed as she came, a broken cry ripping free, her body clamping down on his fingers. Caspian didn't let up, dragging out every convulsion of her climax.

"I want you. Now." Her voice rasped raw, fingers already yanking at her sword straps and setting them down. Before the beige T-shirt dress pooled at her feet, revealing sheer white lingerie stretched taut over her curves.

His gaze wandered. "Came prepared, did you?"

She nodded, unhooking her bra with a twist of her wrists. Breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples pebbling under his stare. No hesitation; she crushed against him, gasping as his palms engulfed her. Thumbs circled her large brown areolas until she rocked into his touch, desperate.

Yuta wasn't idle. She palmed the rigid outline of his cock through his jumpsuit. The way she looked up; eyes glazed, breath ragged; left no doubt. She'd waited long enough.

When he stripped, she drank him in: the hard planes of his torso, the thick length jutting toward her. A whimper escaped before she turned, climbing onto the bed. Perky breasts pressed into the sheets as she arched her back, ass high, swaying in blatant invitation.

Caspian hooked his fingers into her soaked lingerie, peeling it down her thighs. The fabric clung, sticky with her arousal, before snagging at her knees. His breath caught; her shaven slit glistened, swollen between the curve of her hips.

A mewl broke from her as he dragged his tip along her nether lips, teasing before pushing inside.

"Take it," she panted, nails gouging the sheets. "My virginity. Now."

His grip locked around her waist. One determined thrust buried him to the hilt.

Yuta's cry split the air; pain and pleasure colliding. He gave no quarter, pulling back and slamming home again. Each snap of his hips drove her higher; her moans crescendoed, body jolting with every impact.

Tighter. Hotter. Her pussy clenched, milking him until his control frayed. With a growl, he spilled into her, her climax wringing a shout from her throat.

"Finish inside me!" she screamed, sinking into the mattress while catching her breath.

Caspian's skin glowed white as he felt his power climbing to unseen heights once more. Yuta's eyes were closed, so she didn't witness the phenomena.

He then gathered her limp body against him when he pulled out and now lay facing her.

Yuta's amber eyes flickered open, meeting his. No words. The truth settled between them, warm and certain.

However, things weren't over.

She traced idle patterns down his chest, her touch featherlight but insistent. "Again," she murmured, tilting her hips against his thigh.

Caspian grinned. "Of course."

Her teeth grazed his collarbone. The action shot straight to his cock, still wet from her. He got on top of her and pinned her wrists to the mattress. "Greedy."

Yuta's laugh dissolved into a gasp as he nipped at her golden-brown breast. "Y-Yes!"

This time, he took her slow. His mouth mapped her; the dip of her navel, the flutter of her ribs, the frantic pulse at her throat. She writhed when his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at her swollen clit in ruthless strokes. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders, heels digging into his back.

"Caspian—!" she cried.

He then moved back and stood as she spread her legs wide.

In one motion, he sheathed himself inside her again, swallowing her cry with a kiss. Deeper now, each thrust grinding against that sweet spot that had her shouting in ecstasy. Her nails scored his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist.

"Harder," she begged. "Fill me, put a baby in me this time!"

He obliged with fervor. The headboard threatening to burst apart as he drove into her, their skin slapping in unison with ragged breaths. Her climax built like a storm; inevitable, consuming. When it broke, she sobbed his name, walls tightening around him.

Caspian followed with a groan, filling her to the brim.

Afterward, they lay tangled, sweat-slicked and sated.

For now, there was only this: her weight atop him, the salt of their skin, the unspoken feelings for each other in every lazy stroke of his fingers through her white hair.

"I made a vow to myself," Yuta whispered. "As I watched my mother wither in that hospital bed. No matter how bad things got, the love she showed for me and my father only grew stronger."

She pressed in closer; her voice trembled. "I promised myself then: I'd only ever love one man; like she loved my father. I wanted to give someone everything. Maybe it sounds foolish, but I love you; I really do; and I—"

Caspian gently rolled her to face him and kissed her.

"You know how long I've loved you… If anyone sounds absurd, it's me."

Yuta giggled. "Then we're both absurd…"

She kissed him back: slow, certain, full of promise.