Black Knight
There was no time to refuse.
In an instant, Luna’s lips crashed into mine. At the same moment her tongue pushed inside, and amid our tangled breaths she moved her mouth with hungry intensity.
It felt less like a kiss and more like she was devouring me. Even then, as if savoring every reaction I gave, Luna deliberately twisted her tongue and sucked on my lips, sharpening every sensation until the pleasure bordered on pain.
“Mmm… haa…”
The moment her coquettish moan slipped out and our lips finally parted—
…Chuuup.
A long, slippery strand of saliva stretched between us like a silver thread that refused to break.
In that state, Luna slowly lifted her head and looked down at me.
The droplet of saliva clinging to her lips, her ragged breathing, the flush burning across her cheeks—it was all so raw, so shamelessly explicit.
“You know the rumor, right? They say the synchronization rate goes up when pilots fuck each other.”
With those words, Luna began to roll her hips in a slow, deliberate grind on top of me.
Our crotches pressed tightly together. She clamped her thighs around my waist, locking herself in place, then tilted her pelvis with agonizing slowness. Through the thin pilot suits, the soft heat of her pussy stroked along my length.
At first it was only faint friction, but each repetition sent stronger sparks racing across my skin. The plush, slick sensation seeped through the fabric until I could almost feel her wetness directly. Even while doing that, the corner of her mouth curled with wicked amusement.
“So? Are we going to keep fucking like this, or are you going to stop? Your call, Yuto.”
“……”
Luna watched me with playful, seductive eyes that held no trace of shame—eyes that said she was dying to see exactly how I would react.
The teasing words, the provocative movements, the way she kept rubbing her pussy against me… at the center of it all wasn’t simple mischief. It was raw, naked desire for me.
Yet for some reason, her behavior left me dissatisfied.
Even though this impossibly attractive woman was seducing me so openly, my mind grew strangely cold in that moment. I didn’t understand why, but my heart began to race with something entirely different from lust.
“…Yuto?”
Luna must have sensed it. She froze mid-motion. The instant she did, I shoved her shoulders with real force.
“Kyaa?!”
Her surprised gasp cut off sharply as her balance broke and she toppled backward. I laid her down on the floor without hesitation.
Because she had been riding me, her legs splayed open helplessly once she was on her back, her feet naturally hooking over my shoulders.
I leaned over her, planting my hands on either side of her head. My arms formed a wall that trapped her beneath me. Now I was the one looking down.
Our breaths mingled at point-blank range. Body heat bled together. Our eyes locked with nowhere to hide.
“Eh… Yuto…? Are you… mad at me?”
My reaction must have been completely unexpected. The greedy, man-devouring expression she had worn only seconds ago vanished, replaced by sudden tension.
Her eyelids trembled as she stared up at me. Her flushed lips tightened. And in that instant I saw it clearly—the fragment of the little girl I had met inside the coupling. The child who had looked at me with frightened eyes in the middle of those dark ruins.
The glamorous mask she always wore had shattered. The playful seduction, the cheeky jokes—had they all been nothing but that mask? Or had she needed them just to keep herself from falling apart?
After a long, lukewarm silence, Luna finally whispered.
“…Can’t we just fuck like this? Or is it because of Yuzuki? You hate me now? Don’t worry. I won’t tell her anything. So right now, let’s just—”
“……”
When I remained silent, Luna didn’t glare or raise her voice. Instead her face slowly crumpled, like a child who had her favorite toy snatched away without warning—resentment and confusion warring across her features.
“Yuto…? Say something… Or just be honest and tell me you don’t want to…”
I stared into her eyes, thoughts finally ordered, and spoke quietly.
“You seem honest most of the time, Luna… but when it really matters, you’re still hiding.”
“…Huh?”
Her eyes quivered. Her lips parted in confusion before she managed to squeeze out a voice.
“…What do you mean?”
“Luna. You remember what happened during the coupling, don’t you?”
“Well… we fought an Outer…”
“Not that. What happened right before the end.”
“……”
She averted her gaze for a moment, then gave a tiny, hesitant nod.
“…Yes. I remember. We ran from the Outer together there, just like now.”
The words carried the weight of something she had endured for a long time. Her voice was soft, but the tremor inside it refused to stay hidden.
Yet soon she forced an awkward smile and tried to slip back into her playful mask.
“…Ah, don’t tell me you actually liked the little-girl version of me you saw back then more? Kyaa?!”
—Smack!
The sharp sound of my palm striking her ass echoed clearly. Luna’s eyes flew wide as she stared at me in shock.
“W-what are you doing…?”
“Teaching a bad girl a lesson.”
“What the—kyaa?! S-stop it!”
I ignored her completely.
When she twisted her waist in panic and tried to squirm away, I leaned forward, pinning her in place, and brought my hand down on her ass again.
My palm clapped against the reddening skin, the soft flesh rippling under the impact.
“Kyaa…! Yuto, stop…!”
Her legs jerked instinctively. Her body tried to recoil, but I held her thighs firmly, refusing to let her escape.
The rhythm of my spanking was deliberately uneven, so Luna could never predict when the next sting would land. She panted, helpless.
“Hic…”
Eventually her shoulders heaved with exhaustion and her resistance melted away.
Only then did I stop and look down at her quietly.
Surprise, confusion, anger, shame—every emotion tangled together in her trembling eyes.
The dominant woman from moments ago had vanished. In front of me now was someone else entirely: the real Luna, lost and vulnerable, staring up at me.
After catching her breath in silence, she finally spoke in a voice that threatened to break.
“…You’re really mean, Yuto… Why all of a sudden…”
“You said you didn’t dislike it earlier. Weren’t you the one who liked getting her ass spanked?”
“…What? Even so, that’s—”
I raised my hand without a word. Luna flinched and squeezed her eyes shut on reflex, but this time my palm didn’t strike her backside. Instead it slid behind her head, fingers gently cradling the nape of her neck and pulling her face close.
Our foreheads nearly touched. In the narrow space where our hot breaths mingled, I whispered low.
“Don’t be nervous. This time it’s a kiss.”
“What?”
The moment her eyes flew open in confusion, I didn’t wait.
I lowered my head and sealed her lips in one fierce motion, cutting off whatever she had been about to say.
The kiss was far more than just a kiss. I pushed into her mouth like I was claiming it, then drove my tongue deep, stealing her breath.
My hot, wet tongue coiled around hers, feeding her thick strands of saliva.
Luna stiffened at first, but soon she stopped resisting and began to accept me—tentative, then eager.
Our breaths and saliva tangled inside her mouth until it overflowed down our throats.
We devoured each other in a fierce, deep kiss that went on and on.
For several minutes I controlled the rhythm. Every time our lips crushed together, every time our tongues twisted and slid, Luna melted beneath me like wax in a flame.
Even though the Dracore’s vibrations still shook the buildings around us, it felt strangely irrelevant. As if nothing else mattered—even dying right here, right now.
While we remained lost in nothing but each other’s heat and breath, I slowly moved one hand.
Our mouths stayed locked, but my fingers slid down from her nape, tracing the curve of her waist before gliding silently toward her ass.
When my fingertips brushed the rounded outer swell of her cheek, Luna gasped against my lips and shivered.
She offered no resistance. She simply sank deeper into the kiss.
So I didn’t hesitate. I pressed my fingers with just enough pressure to follow that curve deeper, slipping them between her thighs.
The pilot suit left so much of her thighs exposed that even a light push parted the fabric easily.
The moment I reached her core, I felt how soaked she was.
The cleft my fingers traced was drenched with the kind of slick heat that could drive any man insane.
While I caressed that wetness, I slowly lifted my head to look at her.
Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as she panted. She still looked drunk on the kiss we had just shared.
This time, I was the one who spoke first.
“We’re starting right now.”
Luna’s eyes opened slowly.
Her cheeks were crimson. Her gaze glistened. And in that moment her eyes locked onto mine with absolute focus.
Then—
“…Yes.”
A quiet but crystal-clear answer. She nodded, her face filled with both shame and anxious longing.
Only then did I feel it: Luna was finally facing me with her true self.
Those eyes were flooded with emotion so deep she couldn’t control it. Her lips trembled, still wet from the heat of our kiss.
Only after the playful mask and the seductive wrapping had been stripped away did her real face appear.
It was so lovely that just looking at her made raw desire surge through me like fire.