A Morning Wrapped in Warmth
When I opened my eyes, it was already the last day of vacation. The window was dark, but it wasn't early morning—it was well past evening. I'd collapsed from exhaustion around noon and simply blacked out.
"Ughhh..."
Even though I'd slept, a heavy fatigue clung to every inch of my body, drawing a pained groan from my lips. When I lowered my gaze, I saw Nero nestled in my arms, breathing softly in her sleep, occasionally flicking one ear. I tried to reach up and stroke her head, but my forearm stung. Not that it was surprising. The white sheets were covered in her claw marks and bite impressions, along with dried, messy fluids and traces of blood. And that blood wasn't hers.
While we'd clung to each other like beasts, lost in the act, Nero would unconsciously bite or scratch me whenever the pleasure peaked and her body sensed danger. Honestly, the way she always sank her teeth into me at the moment of climax was a little sharp, but also strangely cute—and since she squeezed me just as tightly from below, I couldn't really complain. If Mini Undine's healing hadn't been mending my wounds in real time, I probably would've passed out from blood loss long before we finished.
"Mmm... Master... don't touch my tail..."
A faint smile curved my lips at Nero's playful sleep-talk, her face buried against my chest with a contented expression. It had only been two days since we entered the bedroom together. Two days by the calendar, and exactly two days by the clock. The reason I still didn't feel refreshed even after sleeping was partly the exhaustion weighing down my entire body, but the air inside this room was another culprit.
We'd been tangled together on the bed day and night like rutting beasts, skipping proper meals, sweat pouring off us and fluids splattering everywhere. I'd only drunk water to avoid dehydration, and even that had been difficult because Nero kept kissing me greedily whenever I stopped moving my hips. I hated to admit it, but the stale, stuffy air in here—thick with the scent of sex—was clearly the result of two full days and nights of nonstop mating. It was almost hard to breathe.
Yet Nero seemed to like the smell. Whenever I tried to open the window because of the heat, she'd bite the back of my hand and pull it away. If she was happy, I didn't mind either, though the memory of last night's activities made my face burn with embarrassment. We'd moved from the bed to the walls, the floor, the windowsill, changing positions endlessly, bodies slapping together. Even when we briefly crawled out to the living room for drinks, we never separated. With her still impaled on me from behind, we'd shuffled forward like some ridiculous walk, and when I poured cold water over my head, the droplets hitting her waist made her buck so wildly that I came right there on the spot. If I went outside now, the trail we'd left would look like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs—except instead of bread, there'd be dried white stains on the floor. The kitchen especially would be a mess.
I should clean it up once I get up...
"Haha..."
A hollow laugh escaped me. We'd really gone at it like mad. There had been short breaks—when Nero trembled through her climax, or when I collapsed on top of her after being wrung dry—but this was the longest I'd ever stayed connected with anyone. Nero always pulled her hips up to meet me or wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, eagerly accepting everything I gave her. She seemed to have developed a taste for that thick, clinging pleasure of mutual climax, the way her insides kept convulsing and stimulating me even in the afterglow. The time I'd actually spent outside her over the past two days was almost nonexistent. Even when I did pull out, it was usually into her mouth, and only after several rounds when we changed positions. Every time I withdrew, thick white fluid would spill from her entrance in heavy pulses. No matter how many times I saw it, the sight never got old, and it always gave me the strength to get hard again for the next round.
"...Master? You're awake?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Did you sleep well, Nero?"
"Hehe, yeah..."
The sticky heat that had filled her eyes had mostly faded. If it hadn't after everything we'd done, that would've been a problem.
"Are you satisfied?"
"Mm, it felt amazing..."
Her breathless moans while pinned beneath me had probably echoed through the walls loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Not that I could apologize to them now.
"I'm glad... I don't have the strength to move anymore."
"Then should I be on top this time?"
"No, no... I don't think I can handle that for a while."
During the act itself, I'd definitely been the one leading, collar in hand. Nero had panted heavily every time I thrust deep, her moans spilling out freely. Yet somehow, I was the one who felt completely drained, while she looked ready to go again the moment she woke up. If anything, she seemed even more energetic.
"Ugh... Actually, I'm still a little sore down there too. Let's rest a bit more."
"Right...? Does it hurt anywhere?"
"Master's is way bigger than my fingers, so every time it goes in, it feels like my hips are being forced open. It's tough."
Though I do like that feeling...
...Hearing such raw, direct feedback about my body from a woman felt strangely intimate. I'd caught glimpses of her thoughts before, but hearing it spoken aloud was different.
"Don't say things like that... It'll make me hard again."
"It's just how I feel. You're the pervert here, Master."
"...Mmm."
Now that I thought about it, I couldn't deny it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be imagining sliding back between those playfully parted red lips even while my lower body still throbbed with exhaustion.
"If you cum too much... you really can't go again for a while, huh?"
"Huh? Well... yeah, I guess."
"Ehehe, is that so?"
If I milk Master like this every day... he won't be able to do it with those other thieving cats, will he?
She could think that way too. At this intensity, doing it every day might actually be difficult. Not that a full day had even passed yet. If I wasn't careful, I'd get swept up in Nero's seduction and end up completely drained, just like when Mini Undine had squeezed me dry with those sleep tentacles. But honestly, I couldn't think of a good reason to resist her. When such a beautiful, adorable girl pressed her soft, perfectly shaped body against me—knowing from experience how good every part of her felt, from her lips to her breasts to the plush skin of her thighs—why would I hold back?
"Go easy on me, okay?"
"I don't want to trouble you either, Master. As long as you look at me properly and love me, I'll be satisfied."
"...Of course. I love you."
Now that we'd crossed that final line and been so thoroughly intimate, the distance between us felt much smaller than before. The words "I love you" came naturally, and though I'd always known she was pretty, the sight of her naked body curled in my arms right now looked even more beautiful and captivating.
"I wish you'd only say that for me... but that's greedy, isn't it?"
"..."
"You don't have to look so troubled. I already know. So keep saying it."
I'll just become the girl who hears 'I love you' from Master the most.
With her ears perked up expectantly, I whispered the words she wanted to hear.
"I love you, Nero."
"Mm..."
"I love you. I really, truly love you."
"Mmm..."
Nero smiled in satisfaction and nuzzled closer. Just when I felt a small pang of disappointment that she hadn't said it back...
"Mm... I love you too, Master."
"..."
Hearing those words at exactly the moment I wanted them most, I felt my affection for her swell even larger. Our chests pressed together, heartbeats overlapping, sharing warmth through our bare skin. We'd already done everything physical, bodies entwined and naked, yet in that quiet moment I think I truly fell for her as a woman for the first time.
"Master...?"
My heart was pounding wildly. It wasn't embarrassment, and it wasn't the familiar heat of arousal. Lying here with her, skin to skin, close enough to hear every breath, doing nothing at all... I felt incredibly warm, safe, and happy.
"Mm? No, it's nothing..."
Even so, I found myself hiding the feeling for no reason. This emotion that made even the heavy exhaustion in my body feel like a pleasant weight—it was definitely the flutter of infatuation. When Nero tilted her head curiously at my dazed expression, I met her gaze and said the thing I wanted most right now.
"...Want to kiss?"
Even after we'd spent so much time exploring each other's mouths, my sudden shy suggestion didn't make her hesitate. Instead of answering, she simply closed her eyes and offered her lips. That simple gesture of trust and affection made my chest tighten. It wasn't just the desire of a female in heat—it was the pure love of a woman.