One More Time in the Morning - 1 (09-08)
By the time I came to, Seria's body was completely drenched in cum.
"Hah♡ Hah♡"
Yena had passed out right at the first load, so all the cum that had been backed up with nowhere to go ended up getting dumped — couldn't be helped, I suppose.
"Thank you♡ Mwah♡"
"Mmhm♡ Did you enjoy yourself, my lady?♡"
"Mwah, mwah♡"
Even a professional wouldn't have put up with this much, this suddenly……
With that thought — gratitude and apology tangled together — I kissed her over and over, and Seria let out a soft moan as she wrapped her arms around me. Close enough that our chests pressed flush together. Close enough that my nipple slotted into the shallow dip of Seria's areola, the little hollow her inverted nipples left behind……♡
"Sleep well?"
As we rubbed chests like that, the drowsiness slowly drained away, and I belatedly checked Seria over for any signs of trouble. When she seemed perfectly fine, I let out a sigh of relief and trailed my lips across her body once more — this time carrying not gratitude, but affection and lust.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
As I worked my way down her collarbone, her shoulders, her breasts, and took a nipple into my mouth, Seria gathered her hair up and asked if there was anything I wanted to eat.
"Mmhm, milk♡"
"Oh my, my apologies. I'm not lactating yet."
"Ehehe♡"
"Then I'll go prepare the meal, my lady."
Seria cupped my cheek softly and kissed me. Her tongue coiled gently around mine, swept through my mouth in one quick pass — and even the faint fatigue still clinging to me melted away. I stretched, and began taking stock of my situation.
"Mmhm……"
So, to sum things up — I'd invited my girl friend over, fucked her, and then, apparently that alone wasn't enough, I'd fucked Seria too? Even by my standards, that earned at least a twinge of guilt……
But neither of them had seemed to mind, so... maybe it was fine? Should I just ask Yena?
I turned the thought over lightly in the bathroom, rinsing the sticky traces off with warm water, and once my body had thawed out, I slipped into some fresh clothes and went looking for Yena.
She was in the kitchen, chatting with Seria.
"You're up?"
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pulled her into me; Yena startled a little at first. But she quickly broke into a sheepish smile and settled naturally into my embrace, and while I fiddled with her belly, I asked what she wanted for breakfast.
"We decided on fruit."
"Mm, then I'll have fruit too."
"Yes, my lady."
Then, sipping the tea Seria handed over, I met Yena's eyes; she tilted her head, then soon smiled awkwardly. Like she'd started to say something and stopped? That vague look made me want to ask what was wrong — but my gaze drifted to her collarbone, where the kiss marks were still plainly visible, and my mouth clamped shut all on its own.
Come to think of it, what are you supposed to say at a time like this?
After getting thoroughly drunk and having a one-night stand. I'd never been through it, in this life or my last, so I had no clue. Maybe I should just ask if she'd had a good time yesterday?
But Yena had said before that she hated hearing that kind of thing, and more than anything…… Yena had been way too delicate. To put it kindly, you'd say her whole body was hypersensitive. A light touch in the bathroom had her reacting like she'd come at any second, and after a few gentle pumps I'd finished inside her and she'd straight-up passed out.
It wasn't like I had no excuses. She was my first woman other than Seria, and I'd gotten a little too worked up and gone at it rough. But even so, asking Yena — who'd squirted so hard it was practically like pissing herself — something like that felt like it might be rude to her too. No — more precisely, it might come off like I was teasing her.
Anyway, that's why I couldn't say it. And asking about her schedule or something felt awkward in its own way……
"S-So, uh... how's the hangover?"
So I just played it safe and asked how she was feeling, and Yena hunched her shoulders slightly, as if a bit startled, then returned my greeting.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Did you sleep well, Heren?"
Yena stammered slightly, as if a little embarrassed. When I smiled at that, she seemed to relax, letting out a whiny little "Eeehh~" like a pouty child. That was so cute I laughed louder than before, and Yena, puffing up in mock offense, asked if I had anything planned for today.
"Nope. It's the weekend, so I'm gonna take it easy. It's not like I have a part-time job or anything."
"Ohh... is thaaat so?"
Her words stretched out at the ends. When Yena glanced over at Seria, Seria set down the fruit and went off somewhere else. Then Yena looked at me like she'd been waiting for her chance, and reading her true intentions in that challenging gaze, I took her hand.
"Nnh!"
And Yena started squirming — in a very different way from before.
"U-Um, Heren."
A faint moan was creeping into Yena's voice. Her words came out laced with heated breaths, and it felt incredibly lewd and ticklish.
"Was yesterday... okay?"
"Hahh..."
Was she asking about the sex?
"Didn't you say you'd never sleep with a guy because you hated hearing stuff like that?"
"Nnh!? Th-That's! Auuugh, you're so mean."
Yena patted my shoulders playfully, whining cutely, before meeting my eyes and saying sulkily:
"But yesterday, you didn't get satisfied, did you?"
"Hm? I came plenty inside you, though?"
"Th-That's! But, um, th-that... you were still hard even after I fell asleep."
"It felt good. Really."
"And... I heard from Seria that four — no, five times is the baseline for snake beastkin. Are you really okay?"
"It's not like I'm seeing you just to have sex. I'm fine."
Unless Yena was asking to be sex friends... no, even if she were, I wouldn't be disappointed over something like that. The reason I was friends with Yena was that she was the only one who saw me as a person.
So when I told her not to worry, Yena shyly drew her lip into her mouth, let out a long breath, and took my hand.
"Mmhm, Heren……♡"
Yena wiggled her fingers, tugging my hand toward her body. I watched quietly for a moment, then laced my fingers through hers, and Yena looked up at me, her breathing turning ragged. I hadn't touched a thing yet, and she was already getting worked up, slowly but surely.
I wasn't dense enough to miss that signal, so I brushed my fingers along the nape of her neck and asked:
"Round two?"
"Y-Yeah, round two……♡"
When I moved my tail to stroke her calves and thighs, Yena turned her knees inward and began rubbing her thighs together. Then she tossed off the clothes she'd only just put on.
"Heheh♡"
When I laughed at the sight, Yena flushed red and started making excuses.
"Th-That's! I-I was the only one who came, and so, um... it feels like we didn't really do it properly......"
"Is that so?"
"That's why! ......Uuugh, why am I like this, seriously."
She didn't need to make excuses, but she tried anyway — that's probably how we ended up here. The sight of Yena flapping her hands in embarrassment made my cock throb. I scooped Yena up and laid her down on the living room sofa instead of the bedroom, then whispered:
"Tell me honestly that you want to do it again because the sex felt good♡"
"Huh? What?♡"
"Then my cock might get completely hard♡"
It was actually a lie. My cock was already so hard it felt ready to burst, shoving the fabric down like it was dying to escape my panties. I just wanted to hear Yena say something lewd. The kind of words I could never get from Seria — that sort of vibe.
"Did it feel good yesterday?"
Seeing this, maybe Yena and I weren't so different after all. Doing it even while saying we shouldn't♡
"I-It felt so good. A-And so, yesterday, um, it feels like we didn't do it properly."
"You want to do it again?"
"......Yeah♡"
Yena nodded, meeting my gaze with dewy, wanting eyes. I gave her a light kiss as I slipped off my pants, and Yena happily let the strength drain from her legs; I gently stroked the lower lips revealed between them.
Squelch, shlick. That was the sound Yena's pussy made. Pressing into her thighs the way Seria had taught me, even the inner muscles were completely relaxed — it seemed like it would be fine to slide in right that second.
But I held back for now, flicking her clit with my fingertip like I was teasing it. Yena clung to me, bucking her hips, and I wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth as I asked once more:
"It's okay to do it on the sofa, right?"
"Y-Yeah♡"
"Really? If you tell me to take you to the bedroom, I'll take you there. I can hold out that much."
"I like it here♡ I-If we do it in the bedroom, it'll, um, it'll end up like Seria said."
"Hm? What did Seria say?"
"I-I keep remembering what we did yesterday♡ Th-That's whyyy~♡"
"Aha♡"
Even as she spoke, the memory of yesterday must have come flooding back, because Yena's pussy was gushing. As I gently loosened her entrance with my middle finger, Yena spread her legs, saying Seria had given her permission to dirty the sofa.
"So put it in♡ Your, um, c-cock~♡"
"Hehe, should I?♡"
Yena was still shy — her words stretched out whenever she said "cock." Determined not to let it end like yesterday, I slowly, leisurely slid my cock into Yena.
"Ah♡ Aaahhnn~♡"
Slowly, just to the head, gently♡