[X] What's going on in your sector?
[X] What was the reason behind the interesting scans?
[X] What has you so wound up you're freaking out at me, someone you know pretty damn well?
[X] What's going on in your sector?
[X] What was the reason behind the interesting scans?
[X] What has you so wound up you're freaking out at me, someone you know pretty damn well?
Perhaps yall want to discuss what questions do you all want to ask and the phrasing . There's a limit to what answers you will get depending on how you phrase your questions
[X] "Shiki, it's clear you pay close attention to my assets. Is there something about me that you are watching for?"
[X] "I may not have a fleet right now, is there something I can do for you to show that you, and Admiral Chew, that you have my full support?"
This is mostly trying to invoke internal screaming on the part of our interlocutor. So Yui is talking about her ships instead of her tails. Unfortunately. Pillow talk could wrap this up nicely and put some fire into Empress Meigyoku's step.
This is a sequel to the earlier sidestory that was deleted - the tl;dr is what appeared to be a rebel insurgent being raped by a mercenary, who revealed herself as purportedly Viscountess Suzume Rai-Sumeragi of Great House Sumeragi, was really Empress Kensei and Prince Consort Young-joon engaging in consensual roleplay (if a tad degrading, degenerate and depraved). This is actually intended to be Part 3 of a three part series if the first two parts will ever see the light of day, but should be fairly readable on its own.
Tags: Anal fingering, fluffy tail, handcuffs, handholding, heavy plot-related conversations.
- 女王之天命 -
You blink and yawn sleepily, feeling the stiffness in your body, and the weight on your chest. In a flash, it all comes back to you, your escapades of the last few hours, how you degraded and humiliated and ejaculated inside the beautiful fox who lies handcuffed and asleep in your arms. You didn't mean to, but it seems you fell asleep.
You fumble for your watch, beside the futon - obviously you'd taken it off, but you can't remember when that happened - and check the time. You mutter a heartfelt and ironic curse: "Fuck." You've overslept more than you intended to. Not good, not good at all: you're working against a clock here, time is running out-
-but the temptation to just lie back and continue to cuddle remains. You let yourself float in that tempting fantasy for a few more moments, and then you sigh and nuzzle the sleeping fox who's using you as a body pillow.
"Wakey-wakey, Kana," you say tenderly, as your hand trails its way down her body. She's the most beautiful woman in the world, and you feel so lucky that you get to hold her in your arms, right this moment. She's perfect, every inch of her, inhumanly beautiful and exquisite, no blemishes save the ones you gave her, with a wonderful scent that you could just drown in. She's a perfect, exquisite, erotic instrument, and you're the novice who's honored to play her. You give her a little shake and jiggle, but she just mumbles sleepily and continues to drool on your naked chest, an image that is both adorable and alluring. You can feel your cock slowly start to stiffen, and you decide to hasten her wakefulness. You bring your finger down to her ass, teasing her rosebud, before you slip your finger into her tight, elastic opening. Her anal passage is tight and warm, a familiar sheath for your finger. Slowly, teasingly, you move your finger in and out, stimulating her ass. Kana moans sleepily and you start to speed up, your probing finger working deeper and deeper, stirring her into wakefulness. Her eyes flutter open, as she gasps lewdly, a lazy smile growing across her face. She ducks her head shyly, and then she smiles, embarrassed and self-conscious and pleased and aroused, and presses her ass against your finger.
Goddess above, she's so adorably perfect.
"Hey, you," she says, and you smile in return.
"Hey, you."
Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. It's warm, loving, your lips on hers, the tips of your tongues touching, a bridge of comfort between you both.
At last, by mutual consent, you both come up for air. Kana yawns cutely. "How long was I asleep?"
"Five hours," you say, and you see panicked irritation flash across her face, before she exhales, controlling herself. "Damn," she sighs. "We don't have time to waste."
"We still have tonight, tomorrow, Sunday afternoon," you say consolingly, continuing to finger her ass, which she's now wriggling against your finger. "If we really wanted to cut things close, as long as we arrived in time for your Monday 9 a.m. with the Lord Chancellor, nobody would bat an eye, and you know he's fond of you, he'd indulge you if you were a little late."
"Don't tempt me, danna-sama," sighs Kana wistfully. She yawns and stretches, which makes her body shift in ways that do things to your manhood, especially when she makes no effort to dislodge her pussy and her ass.
"Are you okay? I hope you're not too sore or anything. Did I bite too hard?"
"It was wonderful, Young-joon," she purrs, lying back against your chest, snuggling up to you. "You worry too much. My breasts are fine, I wish you'd use them harder - and you could do to choke a bit tighter, you know, I'm not fragile. There's room for improvement. You went off script, you didn't follow the scenario I'd planned, and you pulled the plug too soon. I could have gone longer."
"I told you, you have to leave room for improvisation," you chuckle, while tabling the subject of safeword timing for a later moment. "It's a live unrehearsed performance I'm doing here, the script's just a guideline. Besides, you weren't half bad improvising yourself."
"Well, I am the Empress, if I couldn't think on my feet I shouldn't be doing this job," laughs Kana, but you can see the tips of her ears glowing red. Ever since you first met her at college, she's always been embarrassed and pleased to be complimented.
"You were amazing," you praise her. "Especially the bit where you went full Sumeragi, that took me by surprise. And the way you sold the character and the scene… you should have been an actress, you'd have the entire galaxy eating out of your hands."
"As opposed to being Empress?" she asks haughtily, as she ducks her head to hide her happy smiles. You reach up and stroke her hair and her ears, and Kana purrs happily - oh wait, no, that's her stomach growling.
Kana buries her face in your chest, and you can feel her hysterical laughter through your skin, as you chuckle and stroke her ears some more.
"I'll get us some snacks in a bit," you say. "And I'm sorry about going off script, I just, well, you know how I am. I see your boobs and I lose my reason. I become a rampaging beast."
"A rampaging beast of a brute who has his way with his royal wife beyond the confines of their marriage contract," says Kana, giggling, and you grin too. Your marriage contract stated that as Prince Consort, you were to fulfil your marital duties to the then-Crown Princess a minimum of once a month, but you pride yourself on providing excellent service beyond the confines of the contract. Because making love to the most beautiful woman in the world is such a hard duty…
Kana's giggles set off a laughing fit, one which you quickly fall victim to, and it's a few long moments before you can both compose yourselves. It's a magical sound when she laughs, and you want to give her as many reasons to laugh as you can.
It's too bad you'll have to break the mood with the hard questions.
Kana stretches again lazily, and nods to herself. "I think I have one more session in me before we really have to go eat," she says. "We've lost hours, so we'll need to make up for lost time, and I want to do the stuff we missed in the script-"
"Honey, we've got two days here, we don't need to frontload everything-"
"-so I'm thinking maybe we skip a bit of the foreplay, let's do standing against the wall, so you'll kabe-don and push me to the wall, then make me finger myself while you choke me, then press me against the wall and take me while you make me finger my ass-"
That's actually surprisingly smalltime-
"-and then just as I'm about to cum you pull out and hit me with the shock prod in the nips and lips and shove it in my ass and keep shocking me till I cum-"
"Yeah no that's not happening, the IRG would ISA me in a heartbeat."
"The IRG is sworn to obey me, you know."
"Yes, well I don't want to give them an excuse to get rid of me." Kana rolls her eyes at you, you roll your eyes back at her, and you spend the next minute caught in a childish eye rolling battle with your wife. At last you sigh and let her win the eyerolling battle, marshalling your thoughts for the conversation you need to have.
"I'm sorry to break the mood, but I have to ask how you are."
"I'm fine, you know I am. Why wouldn't the Empress be otherwise?"
"No, you're not fine," you say seriously. "I'm worried, Kana. You're going too deep into scenes: I'm the one who has to pump the brakes, who has to manage your limits. The dom's job is to go right up till the point the sub says no, but you won't say no. Your scenarios are getting more and more extreme. You haven't been sleeping properly, you've been stress eating and binge drinking more than usual. Talk to me, please."
A riot of expressions cross Kana's face, before she sighs, and shakes her head. "Young-joon, we were having fun: can't we just keep on having fun and forget about all that?"
"Releasing a safety valve doesn't solve the root cause of the pressure buildup," you chide gently. "I can keep hitting the valve release all day, or I can try and reduce the pressure buildup at the source. Look at that folder on the table, how thick your script is. The itinerary for this weekend… this isn't a relaxing weekend getaway, this is you trying to grind sex nonstop the whole time we're here. This goes beyond normal hedonism. There's something bothering you. Talk to me, please. Aren't we noble confidants?"
You move to pull out, but Kana stops you with a shake of her head. She sits up, frowning, silent, pensive, resting her cuffed hands on your chest. You say nothing; you just cover her hands with your free hand and lie there, waiting patiently. It's a trick you learned from your best friend's psychiatrist sister: stay silent, wait, and eventually the other party will speak, because they can't stand the silence.
Kana sighs: a deep, tired, defeated sound, one that's wholly out of character for her. "My brother's daughter is ten," she says bleakly. "It's been ten years since she was born and I still don't have an heir."
You stifle a wince. Empress Kensei's estrangement from her younger brother, the Prince of Akasha, is a touchy subject. You got to watch from the sidelines: Prince Masatada's defiant lashing out against the Dowager Empress, his rebellious choice to ignore his Imperial mother's wishes and join the Imperial Navy - and then, the icing on the cake: he went and spawned himself an Imperial Princess. Crown Princess Kana was childless then, and Empress Kensei remains childless now, leaving Princess Yui of Akasha as Heir Presumptive to the Imperial Throne.
"You're still young," you say stupidly.
"We're nearly forty. My biological clock is running out. So long as she's alive, so long as I don't have an heir, Princess Yui is a knife at my heart. I can't afford to leave it there."
"Your Majesty," you say, very quietly, very seriously, "she's just a little girl. She's your niece. I've seen the way she looks at you: she admires you."
"Anyone can put on an act. My entire existence has been an act. As Empress Kensei, I am this brilliant elegant accomplished strong powerful capable woman; as Kana, I am a lazy selfish gluttonous degenerate."
You disagree completely with her self-assessment, but this isn't the time to address that. You give her a small, sad shake of your head. "Do you really think Princess Yui is a threat to your reign?"
"...not intentionally," admits the Empress reluctantly. "But the fact of the matter is that Prince Masatada spawned her before I'd birthed an heir, he never renounced his princehood and his place in the succession, she is legally the next in line for the throne. He could use her as his puppet, ruling as her Regent till her coronation. She could be a willing participant in his schemes, playing the long game, preparing to take the throne as Empress, all for his vicarious victory. Or she could just be an ordinary little girl. But I can't take that chance. I've worked so hard, endured so much to take my throne. I don't want it but it's mine: I can't, I won't abide a threat to my throne and my line."
"I wonder about that. We've met them. I don't believe they're anything more than what they present themselves as: a pair of naval officers doing their duty, a little girl who admires her aunt."
"I can't trust your feelings. You're a poor judge of character."
"Why do you say that?" you ask curiously. Her Majesty sniffs scornfully.
"You love me. You're a good man, my Prince, but if you were really as good a judge of character as you think you are, you could never love me."
You just shake your head at that statement. Words fail you. She's saying the same goddamned things, again. You want to scream in frustration - but you're not a baby throwing a tantrum. You still your tongue and change the subject.
"So that's why you pulled strings and sent your brother and his friend to Pattani."
"They foiled a terrorist attack at the start of their careers. They've further distinguished themselves in combat. If I leave him unchecked, Masatada will build a power base in my Navy, with Chew at his side. The spurned prince and his commoner attendant rising through the ranks, winning honor and glory: that makes a compelling story. Coup d'etats have been launched with less. So I need him away from the Capital, where he can't start anything until I'm ready to announce I'm pregnant."
And if he "unfortunately" becomes a posthumous hero, that solves the problem for you. And if you're pregnant, then you don't need to remove Yui. You meet your Empress' gaze, and you know that she knows what you're thinking, without you even saying it.
"So that's why you didn't want me in your ass," you muse. "And those pills you've been taking - you're on fertility drugs. You want to maximise your chances of getting pregnant."
"Precisely." She looks at you, eyebrow raised. "Why didn't you say anything about the pills?"
"I figured you'd tell me when you were ready," you say. "But… you know, it takes two people to make a baby. I don't like to admit it, but the problem might be with me. In that case, warming up your oven's pointless if I can't put any buns in it. Your line has to continue, so you need to be prepared to take a lov-"
Kana slaps you. Her face is inches from yours, eyes glassy and blazing, ears twitching. "No!" she snarls furiously. "You promised me! You swore an oath to me that you would give me an heir, that you would perpetuate my line! That is your duty as Prince Consort, and I will not release you from it! Your Empress commands you!"
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was just trying to give you options."
"I don't want options that don't involve you!"
Oh, Kana.
The warm feeling in your heart overrides the stinging in your cheek. Kana blinks furious tears, which splash on your cheeks, intermixed with your own. She leans down and kisses you: you arch your head back, baring your throat to her. Her mouth is warm against your throat, her teeth are sharp against your jugular, her breath tickles your neck. You feel these things and more as you submit to your Goddess-Empress-Wife, as she holds your throat in her mouth.
She releases you and sits back a little, and she shakes her head at you. "For someone who keeps harping on how I'm always degrading myself, you were awfully quick to throw yourself aside. Where's your pride as a man? Are you that much of a cuck that you'll let your wife be impregnated by a stranger?"
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me. But if there is a course of action that you need to take, to fulfil your obligations as Empress Kensei, then my job, as your husband, is to support you."
Kana's expression softens.
"This is why I married you, you know your place," she says, but her fond, tender tone belies her words. She gently caresses and kisses your cheek, where it stings. "But remember: your place is beside me, not below me. You're so much better than those Sumeragi bitches. Prince Consort, you've offended me by your thoughtless disregard of yourself and your duty. How will you atone for this?"
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I have been lax in my duty to you. I shall redouble my efforts, tenfold. I shall work unceasingly till my oath to you has been fulfilled - and then some."
Kana just laughs and shakes her head and kisses your forehead. "See that you do," she says fondly. "It's meaningless to me if my child isn't yours."
You just nod mutely, not trusting yourself to speak, as she lays herself down on you, cuddling up against you with a tired yawn. "Besides," adds Kana, "taking a lover would be too much trouble. I'd have to get rid of him once the job was done; I can't afford to leave loose ends around that could come back to haunt me. I've got enough bodies to my name for my age. For now."
The Dichotomy of Woman. Kana is a lot kinder, more loving, than her mother ever was. Empress Kensei is also a lot more ruthless than the Dowager Empress. It's something you've always had to be mindful of.
"I'm sure the IRG isn't short of zealots who'd be honored to seed you and then stay in their lane."
"I don't like zealots: they're unpredictable, you can't always be sure of where you stand with them." She shakes her head. "In the worst case… I suppose I might have settled for Hayakawa Soujiro, save for the inconvenient fact that House Hayakawa's head is dead."
"And you don't want to be seen too closely favoring House Hayakawa out of all the IRG's warrior houses. Even if they do call themselves the Hounds of the Empire." And they take that sobriquet a little too literally, you think. House Hayakawa was probably human at the Founding, but after five centuries of zealotry… well, those stubby secondary ears and bushy tails definitely aren't natural features.
"Indeed. But that's a moot point. The only man who'll knock me up is you."
You can't help but smile happily. You can feel yourself stiffening inside her, and Kana looks up at you with an amused smile.
"Ah. Are you ready to resume your marital duties, my husband?"
"I am, but on one condition, my wife."
"Name it," she declares, with magnamious grace. "I feel generous tonight."
"You need to love yourself more, Kana."
"... I'm afraid your meaning escapes me."
"I'd rather make love to Kana than degrade the Empress."
"But darling, you weren't degrading the Empress, you were treating a traitorous Sumeragi whore as she deserved. You did nothing wrong. That has nothing to do with me at all."
"I don't think you're as good at compartmentalising as you pretend. Be honest, Kana: this isn't just hedonism or vicariously spiting Sumeragi. You want to be degraded."
"You're reading too much into this. It's just my fetish."
"I've known you since college," you say. "We've done all sorts of play. But this degradation fetish got harder after your coronation. It's the same thing with your stress eating and binge drinking and marathon workouts. I feel like you're in a cycle of overindulgence and self-punishment, and it worries me. I think you hate being Empress, you don't want to be Empress, because of the decisions that you have to make and the things that you have to do, because you're constantly fighting against your nature and your personal desires. And that's why you're acting out this way. You want to be disrespected, you want to be degraded, you want to be treated the complete opposite of how the Empress is treated, because nobody hates Empress Kensei more than Kana."
"You're wrong, you always talk about the same things," she says softly, but there's little conviction in her words.
You free your finger from her ass and pull Kana off your cock, ignoring her protestations. You roll yourselves onto your sides, so you can face each other, and you hold her and gently brush her hair from her face.
"I love you," you say fiercely. "I love you. You are a wonderful person, you're perfect in all your flaws, and I just wish you could love yourself as much as you love me."
Kana bites her lip, her face pensive. Her eyes meet yours. "I don't want to, I won't give up our play," she says.
"I'm not asking you to," you shake your head. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel any excitement when we do scenes. But just, dial it back a bit more, okay? It's alright to be loved, Kana. It's alright to let me love you. It's alright for you to love yourself. Say it with me: Kana deserves to be loved."
"Kana deserves to be loved," she whispers, her voice cracking. You pull Kana into a hug and bury your face in her hair, and just hold her.
... well that explains so much of why Ahri is fucked in the head. She wasn't simply raised as a normal girl or given a sheltered upbringing. The Empress must have practically smothered her in clinging affection.
The less said about any link between Ahri's tendency to walk around nude and these new reveals, the better for us all.
... well that explains so much of why Ahri is fucked in the head. She wasn't simply raised as a normal girl or given a sheltered upbringing. The Empress must have practically smothered her in clinging affection.
The less said about any link between Ahri's tendency to walk around nude and these new reveals, the better for us all.
1. Suzume probably just had the most intense ride of her life. She maybe a noblewoman in public but a freak in private.
2. This may be an intense sort of relationship.
3. Does no one wear any protection or is that not necessary?
1. How people react under extreme duress has very little to do with with how they would behave willingly. Please don't go "Your body enjoyed it so it is okay".
2. Victim and abuser is a type of relationship two people can have I guess and it is indeed intensive. Intensively gruesome and horrible that is.
3. You think the "Adjunct Partner Force" cares?
1. Kana is definitely a freak in private. As noted here, she has issues. Boy does she have issues.
2. It is, yes. Intense and comfortable, given that Empress Kensei and Prince Consort Young-joon have known each other since college and have been married over a decade now.
3. As noted here, she's trying to get pregnant, because she's a little paranoid over Princess Yui and how she's the Heir Presumptive to the Imperial throne, since Kana has been childless for the entirety of Yui's life (Ahri will only be born a few years after this sidestory).
tbh there was a sex scene at the end, hence the original tagging of NSFW, before I removed said sex scene, because on further reflection I felt it distracted too much from the narrative focus, which was the conversation. Also the intent was to contrast WAFFy torogao love with depraved ahegao lust, but that's kinda pointless if there's no depraved ahegao lust to contrast with. ^_^;;
There was a conversation I had with my beta where he reminded me of my original intent for sidestories: "the point of sidestories is to expand the world from different perspectives from our protagonist." So there were some things that I tried to establish here, but idk, maybe i wasn't sucessful in that. I mean, @Always Late 's take was "Ahri was raised with clinging affection" , when I was trying to get across "Holy shit the Empress tried to Uriah Gambit Johnny and Masa and was ready to assassinate Yui because she viewed them as threats."
So, y'know, if the Empress already felt that way about Yui, it's safe to say that there are going to be other people out there who also view Yui as being a threat to Ahri...
Though, if you think about it, imagine how frustrated Empress Kensei must have been: her daughter views Princess Yui not as a rival, or the greatest threat to her throne, but her idol.
I mean, @Always Late 's take was "Ahri was raised with clinging affection" , when I was trying to get across "Holy shit the Empress tried to Uriah Gambit Johnny and Masa and was ready to assassinate Yui because she viewed them as threats."
I mean, I got the latter picture pretty well, you were very explicit. I just have an old and undying habit of analyzing the material and making educated guesses.
So I went from "The Empress almost pulled a David and purge the branch family" to "What was this woman like when she did get a child" to "We got Ahri". So it's like having B and D, and you just supplied the A, so finding C is easy.
So, y'know, if the Empress already felt that way about Yui, it's safe to say that there are going to be other people out there who also view Yui as being a threat to Ahri...
Ok, legit question here. Has that ever been in doubt? And I'm not just talking about the Imperial Guard. A big part of the 4th Fleet kerfluffle and the Regency Council was that Yui "enjoys" the status of power behind the throne. Which means every faction knows she can take the reins of state from Ahri with varying degrees of openness.
Let it not be said that I am an unfair QM, especially when I'm laying the seeds for the next arc/issue that is going to bring those concerns to the fore.
There's a reason the previous sidestories were reports on the Outer Rim...
Let it not be said that I am an unfair QM, especially when I'm laying the seeds for the next arc/issue that is going to bring those concerns to the fore.
There's a reason the previous sidestories were reports on the Outer Rim...
Oh my god this is why Deadly Decadent Court politics is so bad for stellar empires the paranoia makes bad decisions that cause problems down the line that could maybe be solved with some Fucking common sense of asking questions and checking if the answers are true.
Like if Kanada had simply just asked us why did our fleet show up in his operating area he might have gotten a bullshit answer out of us but he would come out ahead because now he wouldn't be getting questioned on why his ships don't match official records.
God where's that meme where the most important person is the one that makes good life decisions?
when I was trying to get across "Holy shit the Empress tried to Uriah Gambit Johnny and Masa and was ready to assassinate Yui because she viewed them as threats."
I also got a lot of 'how high office of royaly fuck up with a person'. And some impressions of the two relationship. Like a mix of 'they love each other very well', in case of Kana into her husband, maybe a bit to the point of dependence.
So, y'know, if the Empress already felt that way about Yui, it's safe to say that there are going to be other people out there who also view Yui as being a threat to Ahri...
Though, if you think about it, imagine how frustrated Empress Kensei must have been: her daughter views Princess Yui not as a rival, or the greatest threat to her throne, but her idol.
Well at least the late Empress Who Ascended Heaven Above's death doesn't feel like ridiculous now. Yeesh her issues killed her.
Also shame I wasnt able to read the previous side stories. For Academic purpose of course
[X] What's going on in your sector?
[X] What was the reason behind the interesting scans?
[X] What has you so wound up you're freaking out at me, someone you know pretty damn well?
Edit:isn't there a technology that can help the Queen gets pregnant, Johnny did say something about iron womb and the other one.
Anyhow i blurred and forgot to announce that the window for additional questions is pretty much closed now since the main update is writing (and is actually progressing okay). Is this the power of K-drama?
Y'know what, screw it, I wrote seven hundred words and by god I will post them! It'll just have to be a deleted scene, because while WAFF torogao love is never bad, it diluted the narrative focus of Kana: Diminuendo, which is why I had to excise it.
Tags: torogao, happy sex with love, handholding, foxgirl, fluffy tail, nakadashi, wife
- 女王之天命 -
"I love you," you say fiercely. "I love you. You are a wonderful person, you're perfect in all your flaws, and I just wish you could love yourself as much as you love me."
Kana bites her lip, her face pensive. Her eyes meet yours. "I don't want to, I won't give up our play," she says.
"I'm not asking you to," you shake your head. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel any excitement when we do scenes. But just, dial it back a bit more, okay? It's alright to be loved, Kana. It's alright to let me love you. It's alright for you to love yourself. Say it with me: Kana deserves to be loved."
"Kana deserves to be loved," she whispers, her voice cracking. You pull Kana into a hug and bury your face in her hair, and just hold her.
You both lie there, clutching each other - for how long, you're not sure. There's no verbal discussion, just mutual unspoken instinct. You release Kana and kiss away her tears; she does the same for you. You nuzzle her neck as she rolls on her back, baring her neck to you once more. Gently, tenderly, you take her neck in your mouth, as Kana arches her back, resting her cuffed hands behind her head, displaying herself toward you in full, loving submission. You release her neck and pull the handcuff key from its chain around your neck, freeing her hands from the restraints. Kana makes a protesting noise as you intertwine your fingers with hers, and you silence her with a gentle kiss. You work your way down her beautiful body, leaving a trail of kisses behind you, till you arrive at her pussy. Without a moment's hesitation you dive in, worshiping your goddess with your tongue, praising her with your lips - the sounds of her passion are music to your ears, a divine chorus to your soul. Her legs trap your head between her lips and you intensify your worship, and you open your mouth and receive her orgasmic blessings.
At last, the stream of Her divine nectar ends, her convulsions subside, and your royal wife gazes at you with smoky desire. "Kiss me," she pleads, and you hasten to obey. Your mouths meet and you latch onto her like a drowning man. Your tongue dances with hers, and you can taste your mixed fluids - saliva, semen, girlcum - forming an intoxicating, heady, depraved taste in your mind. Your mind goes blank, and the next thing you realise, your cock is buried balls deep inside your wife, she's clinging to you, and you're kneeling over the futon, holding her up as you drive deep inside her. You can feel the hot walls of her pussy tightening on you, you can smell her arousal and pleasure, and an animal voice inside your mind howls at the moon.
"I love you, Kana," you say breathlessly, and you can feel her hands tighten on your back as her pussy twitches. "I love you. I love you."
"That's unfair," moans Kana lewdly. "I love you just as much-"
With a grunt you pause all motion, and slowly lower Kana to the futon. You pry her hands off your back and take them in your own.
"I love you, Kana."
"I love you too, Young-joon!"
And you make love to your wife.
She gazes up at you, her face flushed in unabashed desire, mouth hanging open and drooling, a mirror to your own visage. She pants lustfully as you crane your head down to devour her breasts, thought and reason leaving your minds, as you both make incoherent sounds of mutual pleasure. You drive yourself forward into her, again and again and again and again. It's as if you're both melting away, and you can't tell when Kana starts and Young-joon ends: it's a haze of love and pleasure and lust and longing-
With a sudden gasping cry Kana cums beneath you, her face radiant in pleasure, tears leaking from her eyes, and you join her with a lewd moan of your own. You see stars as you explode within her, offering your seed to your Goddess; her legs lock around you, holding you tight, as her divine pussy milks your mortal cock of every last drop of your tithe.
With a groan you collapse on top of her. Her mouth finds yours, and you melt with her in mutual radiant loving pleasure.
