What's With This Body of Mine
Alpher seized her waist in both hands and, in a single stroke— drove himself in.
"...Hah, haaah...!"
There was no time to savor it, no leisure to ease his way. Alpher's cock plunged straight into Seira's slick, already-parted folds, packing itself in with a thick, insistent pressure. From the head to the base, all the way to the deepest place he could claim—every last inch of him.
"Kyaah... ah, aaah...!"
Seira clutched at whatever she could reach. The moment he filled her, every thought in her head went white. That shiver she loved so much—the one that ran all the way through her.
"Seira... inside you, it's so... it's so good..."
He had been here before, and still he could scarcely believe it. She was as hot as ever, still gripping him in that impossibly tight, fine-grained clench. The heat of her bare skin against his felt as though it might burn all the way up through his hips.
"Hngh... mm, don't stop, haah...!"
Seira came apart fast. A handful of thrusts and the pleasure was already enough to bow her spine. Every minute shift of his hips sent a tremor running from her ass all the way up her waist.
Alpher was astride her now, reason all but gone from his face, working his hips. That slick, squeezing grip pulled him in, and without meaning to he began to pick up the pace, little by little.
—Schlck, schlck, schlck.
The sound had changed. It was no longer the slap of skin on skin. It was the sound of the wetness pooled inside her being forced out with every thrust.
"Haah... harder, fuck me harder... Young Master...!"
Seira lifted her hips halfway off the bed to take him deeper. Alpher looked down at the body drunk on his cock, and found he could not stop thinking that even the beads of sweat tracing down over her waist were precious.
And this lovely Seira wanted still more of him?
"Seira, I think I'm going to lose my mind..."
"Nngh...! Don't think about anything... just look at me!"
At those words his hips drew back in a long, heavy pull—and slammed in to the hilt.
"Guh...! Hah... Y-Young Master!"
Seira's head snapped back as a raw cry tore out of her. As if answering that sound, Alpher's hands closed around the ass she had lifted for him.
"Just a little... more. Seira. Just a little more..."
Missionary, stripped down to pure instinct—his body remembering, his desire taking the reins. Seira's waist arched to his rhythm, and moan after moan spilled from her lips.
"Aaah...!"
She could feel this position in full: that thick, burning heat punching into the very end of her with every stroke, as though it were knocking against her womb.
"There... keep going there...!"
Her thighs tensed. She lifted her ass a fraction higher, as if to lure him even deeper.
"Young Master, nngh, I can't, cum for me♡"
Her breath clung to every word, and yet those half-lidded eyes were looking straight at him, bright with invitation.
Alpher's brow was furrowed, his breath already jammed up in his throat—and below, his cock was gliding into her, carving her open with every stroke.
"Seira... if you say that... I really, I won't be able to—!"
Before he could finish, Seira locked both legs around his waist and squeezed. Once was enough. She was not letting him pull out again.
"Ah—!"
A jolt. Alpher had been about to lift his hips, and now those legs had him caught; there was nowhere to go. Seira bit her lip and smiled as his cock sat trapped in the snare it had opened, twitching with every futile shift of his body.
"Haah... nngh, heheh!"
A squeeze.
The grip around his waist only tightened.
"Hah... you can't... I mean it... Seira...!"
Alpher's eyes wavered. This was a provocation, plain and simple. That clenching heat inside her, openly coaxing him to finish in her—it was a temptation he had no hope of enduring.
His hips answered before he could stop them, refusing to slow, slamming into her hard.
"Young Master... inside, push it in and— cum for me♡"
"Haaaah...!"
Buried to the root in her deepest place, Alpher came, spilling the load she had asked for in a long, thick pulse.
"Nnh... haah... Seira...!"
The shock of it was fierce; his hips jerked and shuddered through the aftershocks. Hot, and hotter still, overflowing past any hope of stopping.
Seira took that heat with her whole body, slowly winding her waist around him. She might well have been addicted to this exact moment—this man at his peak, pouring himself into her.
"That's it... like that... it feels so good..."
She reached up and stroked his sweat-damp hair. It was a little like praising a puppy for a job well done, and a little like comforting a soldier home from battle.
Either way, Seira already looked more blissed-out than he did. The corners of her mouth were lifted; her eyes had gone soft and unfocused.
This is it.
A satisfaction so complete her wet thighs trembled against the sheets. She kept him swallowed inside her, refusing to let go, feeling the faint, residual twitches of Alpher's cock.
Alpher bowed his head and looked down at her.
"...Haah. I know I... shouldn't be doing this..."
The words that slipped between his lips were not self-loathing so much as the simple recognition of a flood of feeling he could not escape.
He gazed down at her with guilt-clouded eyes, then covered his face with both hands. Seira's brows drew together, just slightly. It wasn't quite regret—but that look of his, that refusal to simply enjoy it, was a peculiar interruption while she was still riding the afterglow.
"Hey, Young Master. You already came inside me plenty in the tub. So what's the problem now?"
With those words her hips shifted, just a little, upward. He had no choice but to drop his hands and look at her again.
"Nnh...!"
Alpher's thighs jumped. Oversensitive in the wake of climax, he reacted at once. As if he didn't like it. Seira smiled faintly and drew a breath.
"You came then, and you just came again, didn't you? Barely any time between them, even..."
She reached up and lightly brushed the tips of his bangs, still standing on end in a daze.
"But if you do it then, I don't get pregnant, and if you do it now, I do... is that how this works?"
Alpher had nothing. This woman was taking that deep, gnawing guilt of his and batting it right back at him—cool, and thrillingly so.
"So don't make that face, Young Master. I never said I didn't want it."
She lifted her chin with a haughty little tilt, then let a slow smile melt across her face.
"You liked it, didn't you..."
His cock twitched inside her. She mixed a full breath into one more line, and Alpher, still pressed against that body, could only feel the heat rising in him all over again.
"Huu... I want to sleep now."
She glanced at him with a thin smile and a glint of mischief—the eyes of someone who had already won. The reverse of a moment ago: as if she knew perfectly well that he was the one who wanted more.
Alpher started at the words. He hurriedly lowered the hands still hovering in the air and began to ease himself off her with care.
—Schluck.
"...Nnh."
As his cock slipped free, dragging along her inner walls, Seira's shoulders jumped and a short moan escaped her.
Alpher held his breath and quietly settled onto his side. He watched her sprawl her legs wide, then tucked himself under the covers so as not to get in her way.
I shouldn't... go any further. Not now.
He had already taken her more than once. And now that she had said she wanted to sleep, he had no business hoping for more.
And yet—
But holding her... that would be all right, wouldn't it?
A small, private hope stirred in him as he carefully opened one arm. The arm he stretched toward her was nothing more than this: a heart he could not quite hide, and the simple wish to be near her.
"Hmm... well. I'm in a good mood today."
Seira shifted her still-uncovered body and—thump—settled her head against his chest, nestling in.
"Seira..."
His smile was radiant with joy. Hers, by contrast, came with closed eyes, her small breaths scattering against the side of his neck.
"Once more, and then once more after that... I'm too tired, so let's leave it for tomorrow."
Even as she said it, she gave a little playful nudge, drawing her groin just slightly against his thigh. Alpher's face went scarlet.
"Yes... tomorrow... tomorrow again..."
The young master who had never once held a woman in his life was, before he knew it, cradling a soft, drowsy girl in his arms, waiting for her to fall asleep.
It did not take long. Asleep, and so long as that mouth of hers stayed shut, Seira looked almost like an angel spun from nothing but tender things.
Seira... I love you. I really do.
Alpher smiled, replaying it all: the scent rising from her pink hair, the heat of her skin still lingering from a moment ago, even the way she had cried out in pleasure.
His cock, having already served its purpose once, was still making a case that it could go again. But he let himself sink into the loveliness of her face—mouth slightly open, sleeping so soundly—watched her in silence, and chose to drift off beside her.
"Nngh..."
Work was done, and Seira could not have cared less what hour it was. She opened her eyes at her leisure and stretched, long and unhurried. That was when she felt it: a lingering dampness between her legs, soaked into the sheets.
She arched her back a little, then ran a hand down her thigh without much thought.
"...Ah. I'm wet."
The words had barely left her as a mutter when—thud. Beside her, Alpher's hand, which had been watching, dropped onto the blanket, and his whole body went rigid, as if his breath had stopped.
The fact that she had slept beside someone had not quite landed yet. Seira turned her head and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed; his eyes kept darting from her thigh to her hand to her face, too busy to settle.
"O-oh, Young Master?"
Right. This man. They had slept together.
Against her own matter-of-fact calm, the young master was coming undone at every little movement. He was the type to wake early out of habit, and yet he had clearly lain there, unwilling to slip the arm that had been holding her free, waiting quietly. Seira took that in and arched a brow, wicked.
"Hmm. If you look at me like that first thing in the morning, I... well, who knows what I'll do?"
She deliberately tucked her chin and gathered those ample breasts in her arms. The flesh pressed inward, and the upper swell of her chest rose in a full, round push.
The words and the gesture said she was embarrassed. The face said she was being a brat, and enjoying it.
"Ah, n-no, I... that, I wasn't trying to look at—!"
The young master's fluster, first thing in the morning, was rather adorable, and rather funny. Seira laughed outright, then let the leftover smile sit on her face as she yanked the blanket back in one sharp pull.
"...But Young Master."
Under the covers, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, something was standing at full, eager attention. Seira snorted and looked him up and down.
"You're standing at attention, you know?"
"Th-this is... any man would, in the morning...!"
Alpher, face gone scarlet, made a frantic grab to pull the blanket back. Seira tipped her head, slow and unhurried.
"If you cover that up... does that mean there's no morning sex?"
The smile was innocent. The eyes were wicked, and lush with heat.
"Well? Going to cover it? Or... going to put it in?"