You opened the door out of the red hotel room.
You were done for the day.
Physically, spiritually, and—if you were being honest—pelvically drained. The sun had gone down hours ago. You spent a grand total of three days with Tifa and Aerith. Was it worth it? Yes, so fucking worth it. But at the same time, the ache in your balls was wince-inducing.
Directly outside the room, you sighed with your balls held in your hands. You turned to close the door behind you. "Huh?"
Then you blinked when you saw a note stuck to the door. You pulled it, noticing the hot glue. The note read out:
Hello. I suggest you make your way to the hot spring. Ada Wong or an emissary will come to pick you up afterward. The hot spring is behind the hotel.
- Yours Truly, Jean Grey
A hot spring behind the hotel? This place was weird with its climate and geography. But anyway, you put the paper back to the door and went down the stairs. There was no elevator in this hotel, unfortunately, despite there being ten floors. You were at the very top too.
Sigh.
Well, time to walk.
In this hotel, there weren't too many bikini-clad women. It struck you as odd. Maybe everyone was fast asleep? As much as you wanted to ask the receptionist, you were too tired and she smiled to point you to the back door.
"The hot spring is back there," said the receptionist. "Go down the stairs and there will be a change room to enter."
You gave your thanks, albeit with the prompt thought of, 'More stairs? Come on…'
A sigh left you. A hand on your hips, you walked. The back area was particularly empty. The rush of the night hit you when you opened the door. You drew in a breath and began walking down the stairs.
It was a pretty long fleet of stairs too.
Sigh.
Somewhere behind you, laughter echoed from the carnival, but you weren't part of that now. You just wanted to relax.
Looking up and then done, you noted there was no mountain. Meaning, this wasn't a mountain-side hot spring, this was artificially made. Hopefully it was going to be good anyway.
"Ah, there's the changeroom."
It was something of a shed, brown and mid-sized. Nothing extravagant.. You surmised not many people used this. Hell, given the rectangular size and structure, it could only contain a dozen or so people. And since it was quiet and the walls were made of wood, there wasn't anyone inside. It would be peaceful and quiet in the hot spring.
The scent of sulfur and damp stone filled the air as you padded down the smooth, wooden walkway toward the men's changing room. Silence, broken only by the distant trickle of water, wrapped around this secluded area. Your hand was on the bamboo-slide door when a frantic voice cut through the calm.
"Waaaaiiit!"
You turned just in time to see boobs bouncing first and Mitsuri Kanroji second. Her signature pink and green hair was instantly recognizable in the muted environment and she was sprinting toward you with an earnest, clumsy gait. Her red robes billowed around her like a sail. Her obi was tied properly around her grey kimono, yet in spite of that, with every running step, her boobs threatened a spectacular escape.
It was something, alright. This cute, ditzy girl with one of the biggest racks you had ever seen.
Large and full breasts strained against the flimsy fabric of her kimono. They heaved and jiggled with her momentum. For any man, it was a mesmerizing display. Soft pale flesh threatening to spill over the kimono's deep neckline.
She did not exactly skid to halt, but from your perspective, it sure seemed like it. Directly in front of you, she stopped, her chest bouncing from the sudden stop, and for in the next breathtaking, impossibly soft moment, the world vanished into a pillow of giving cleavage. Her boobs, openly and cutely hugging your face.
The world was muffled, scented faintly of cherry blossoms. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Mitsuri leapt back, her face the color of a ripe strawberry, her hands flying to her mouth.
"I am so, so sorry!" Mitsuri wailed, her large, green eyes wide with mortified panic. "Did I disturb you? Oh gossh, I did, didn't I!?"
A shake of the head and a blink at the same time. Mitsuri sighed with relief and grinned.
I just… I really, really wanted to join you in the hot spring! I didn't want you to go in alone!"
This was technically the first time you'd met her, so why would she accompany you? But through the logic of this strange, heavenly realm where you were the sole man and every woman seemed to know and adore you, it didn't matter. Any illogical things were best not to think about. This hot big titty Hashira from Demon Slayer wanted to accompany you to the hot spring. Who the fuck would reject her?
You offered a small, reassuring smile. "It's alright. No harm done."
Mitsuri sagged with relief, a radiant smile instantly replacing her look of terror. "Oh, thank goodness! You're as understanding as everyone says!" She clapped her hands together, then seemed to remember her state of undress and fumbled to pull her robe tighter, a futile effort that only emphasized the generous swell of her bust.
"Then…shall we?"
You slid open the door to the changing room, a small, tranquil space with woven baskets for clothes. "Oh goodness, what a gentleman~!" Mitsuri followed you in without a hint of hesitation, her earlier shyness apparently forgotten in her exuberance. She began untying her own obi while you started…oh right, nevermind, you were nude.
You glanced at Mitsuri. No need to be embarrassed. Come on, at this point, you were used to stripping and fucking. Albeit honestly, right now, you preferred actually using the hot spring than going straight to pounding.
"So, you're a Hashira?"
"I am indeed! Or, well, not anymore, I guess!" She carefully folded her clothes, humming. Only one article of clothing was left now, her kimono. You looked away only for manner's sake.
Even without looking, you could feel her presence, a vibrant energy in the small room, but when you glanced over, she was turned away, focused entirely on neatly folding her robe. Although you were already naked, Mitsuri gave no reaction, no stolen glance. She simply finished her task, her own magnificent body now gloriously nude. Big boobs and amazing childbearing hips.
"Wah! Can't wait to go inside!"
Brimming with enthusiasm, the busty pink demon slayer padded toward the spring's entrance, offering you nothing but a fleeting, mesmerizing view of the lush, perfect curve of her buttocks. Your cock stirred and you were momentarily stunned. The door opened and she was gone into the steam. She didn't walk, she skipped. She was that excited.
"Mmm! The water is SO good," you could hear her exclaiming after a small splash.
You followed and were able to penetrate the cloudy depths of the atmosphere. Mitsuri was already submerged up to her chin, a blissful expression on her face, her vibrant hair fanned out around her. She turned over, beaming at you, water sluicing over the incredible slopes of her breasts, which bobbed gently on the surface. Then she rose to her full height.
"Hey! Come on in, the water is amaaazing~!" Mitsuri sighed, her voice a happy hum.
You stood there at the edge of the water. You gulped.
Hold your balls. Don't jack off yet. Don't cum yet...!
But Mitsuri was looking at you. Her hair resting on her breasts, hiding her nipples, and her smile eager for your entry. Gathering your courage, you entered the hot, mineral-rich water. You sighed as you sank in.
"Told you," Mitsuri said, giggling. "Amazing, right? Jean recently built it."
You figured as much. Jean Grey was responsible for this. The host of the Phoenix Force was truly incredible to replicate an authentic hot spring experience without the proper geography.
"She's amaziiing! The whole council is! They've got magic and everything!"
You settled across from her, the rock ledge warm against your back. Mitsuri kept yapping, "I'm so glad that we could talk like this! Just me and you and, mmm, hehe." She blushed and cupped her cheeks. "It's just so great! I'm so happy!"
"Me too," you replied. Though you were curious about this council, your attention was also mildly taken by her breasts. Which was more important, plot or plot? Hard to say.
"It's very peaceful here," you said, your voice echoing softly. "And with the hotel nearby, there's food and everything!"
"It is!" she agreed instantly, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I love it. It's so much nicer than the training grounds. And the food here! You have to try the mochi later, it's so fluffy and sweet, I could eat a hundred of them!"
Mitsuri proceeded to chatter happily about meals and scenery, her hands animated above the water. "We should go and eat them sometime! Ooh, maybe we can ask the hotel people! Oh, but wait, I don't want to inconvenience them…"
"Don't worry, I ordered plenty of food when I was staying." Specifically when you were fucking Tifa and Aerith and needed food and water in between. "They don't mind. They love cooking."
"Oohh! I wish I was good at cooking!"
"You're not?"
"I, erm, I try." A nervous giggle. "You, ah, probably don't want to try it though."
"Hey, maybe we can try and cook together," you said.
"T-together? That'd be…" Mitsuri smiled brightly. "That'd be amazing!!"
The conversation suddenly lulled into a comfortable silence. Mitsuri's gaze grew distant, fixed on the swirling steam. Her cheerful facade seemed to soften.
"T-thank you for talking to me," she said, her voice quieter, more thoughtful.
"No need to thank me," you said, "you're great Mitsuri."
Both her personality AND her tits.
"T-thank you. Really. It's funny talking to you like this." She looked down at her hands and her smile became bitter. "A long time ago, someone told me only a bear, a boar, or a cow would ever want to marry me. It was…"
The raw hurt in her voice was palpable. This was the core of her, the deep-seated insecurity hidden beneath all that vibrant love and power.
"He was an idiot," you said firmly. You wanted to mention who would not want to be married to those tits but refrained.
Her head snapped up, her eyes glistening. She looked at you, really looked at you, her gaze traveling over your face as if seeing you for the first time. Her breath hitched. A deep blush crept from her chest, up her neck, and across her cheeks. "Ahh…you… you're different. From the moment I ran into you, it felt… complicated. My heart is beating so fast." She shook her head, a dazed, wondrous look on her face. "I feel… I think I might be…"
You saw it then—the flicker of her gaze down, toward the waterline where your body was submerged. There was a curiosity there, free of the judgment she'd once faced. The water hid nothing; the shape of your growing cock was clear.
See, the water, it was healing you. It was refilling your empty balls. All that sex from before, all that competition and battle, and you were rapidly recovering.
"You've never seen one, have you?" you asked softly.
Mitsuri went red. She shook her head, her pink and green hair swaying. "N-no. Never."
The atmosphere became charged with a new, intimate energy. The steam felt hotter. "Would you like to touch it then?" you asked.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parting in a soft 'o' of shock. For a moment, she was perfectly still, the only movement the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. Then she looked at your flaccid dick again. It wasn't fully erect yet. She knew it could get bigger.
With a tremble that rippled the water around her, she nodded. Slowly, hesitantly, she swam over. She extended a hand through the steamy water. Mitsuri seemed unsure. Very unsure. This was her first time, well and true.
Her touch, when it came, was a ghost of a sensation at first, a brush of fingertips against your tip that made you inhale sharply. Emboldened, her hand grew more sure, her delicate, incredibly strong fingers gently closing around the cockhead. She gasped as she felt you harden and swell to your full, erect size in her palm, the firm, unfamiliar shape shocking her.
"W-wow…! I-it's hard now! From soft to…" Her eyes were locked on where her hand disappeared beneath the water, her expression one of unadulterated astonishment. She gulped. This was a swordsman who had slayed over fifty demons. Who possessed great strength. Yet your erection made her feel weak. "S-so this is a man's…" she breathed, her voice full of awe and wonder, her fingers unconsciously tightening.
The first stroke arrived. Then the second and third, from base to tip. Mitsuri squeaked when she felt your throbbing.
"S-so amazing! I-it's like it's alive!"
That first gentle, electrifying clasp seemed to tighten. The strokes became faster and the water began to splash a little. The water lapped gently at your waist. Mitsuri's eyes were still wide, fixed on the place where her hand, hidden by the milky water, held you captive and jerked you off. Suddenly, she stopped. You could feel the faint tremor in her incredibly strong fingers as they measured your thickness.
A deep blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck and across the magnificent swell of her breasts. "Oh my… it's so… warm. And it… it moved," she mouthed to herself. She was having a silent conversation with herself, her lips moving without sound. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she withdrew her hand, letting it rest on the surface of the water as if she'd touched a sacred relic.
Mitsuri cleared her throat, her voice a little shaky. "The… the main pool is nice, but there's a smaller, more secluded one further up the path. The rocks there are smoother. Would you… would you like to see it with me?"
You nodded. "I'd like that."
Getting out of the water was a spectacle in itself. You rose first—
Thwack!
And accidentally uppercutted her chin with your cock. You immediately apologized.
"I-it's okay! It happens!"
Mitsuri giggled and gulped. It was right there. Right fucking there, your cock close to her face.
The cool mountain air hitting your wet skin, making you acutely aware of your full, aching erection. Two inches, five inches, or ten inches, it didn't matter. Water sluiced down your chest and legs. Mitsuri's gaze, once so shy, was now openly, hungrily fixed on you. She watched the water drip from the tip of your cock. She seemed mesmerized by your erection, something she had, entirely unintentionally, summoned.
Then she stood. It was a fluid, powerful motion that sent water cascading off her body. Her hourglass figure was a masterpiece of softness and strength. Her breasts, heavy and full, jiggled enticingly, their pale, pink-tipped glory swaying before settling. Her waist nipped in dramatically before flaring out to strong, rounded hips and thicc thighs.
You recalled briefly about another Hashira saying Mitsuri had good childbearing hips. Well, he was most certainly correct.
"S-so, um, shall we get going?" she giggled a little. It was what you had said after all.
'She really doesn't look like she has muscles,' you thought, admiring the smooth, pale curves. Then you smiled and nodded.
The stone path was cool and smooth underfoot as you walked shoulder-to-shoulder. You felt the heat of her stare burning into your stiff cock as it bobbed with each step. She gulped every so often, eyes flicking to and away.
"It's… um… quite impressive," she finally managed, her voice breathy. "The way it… leads the way."
You chuckled. Ironic considering you were following her.
The path narrowed, and a small, moss-covered log lay across it. "Here, allow me," Mitsuri said, chippery. Before you could react, her hands were on you. One arm slid behind your back, the other hooked under your knees. With a soft, effortless grunt, she lifted you as if you weighed no more than a child.
'What the—'
The display of raw, effortless strength was breathtaking. One moment you were standing, the next you were cradled against the impossibly soft, pillowy warmth of her chest. She then jumped across. Your face was suddenly buried in her breasts. Mitsuri didn't notice until after the matter when she looked down. Her emerald eyes widened.
"O-oh! Oh, my!" she squeaked, her composure shattering. Her face flushed a deep, adorable crimson, and she set you down on your feet with the same gentle, careful strength, as if placing a precious vase on a shelf. Your cock, now free, jutted out between you.
Your balls were supposed to be empty. Not anymore.
"S-sorry!" The confidence she'd shown in lifting you was gone, replaced by a vulnerable, yearning shyness."Ahh, I'm so…I'm so embarrassed." She cupped her cheeks, blushing red and turning away. She couldn't look at you anymore.
At the same time, she couldn't ignore you. Her eyes found you again, shy and embarrassed and managing to look between your cock and your face. Your face which had been swallowed by her pillowy mounds. She swallowed, glued to your lips. Her hand clenched tightly and she inhaled.
"Would it be… could I… kiss you?"
You didn't answer with words. You simply closed the small distance between you, one hand coming up to cradle her jaw, your thumb stroking her soft cheek. You leaned in and covered her mouth with yours.
It was a sweet, tentative kiss at first. Her lips were impossibly soft, yielding under yours with a tiny, shuddering sigh. Then she melted into it, her own strength responding. Her mouth opened slightly, and the kiss deepened, becoming wetter, hotter, more searching. Her hands came up to rest on your bare chest, her fingers splaying across your pectorals. You could feel the latent power in that delicate touch.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. A string of saliva connected your mouths for a second before breaking. Her green eyes were glazed with a dazed, happy lust.
"Wow," Mitsuri breathed. Her gaze drifted downward, drawn back to the focal point of all this new, overwhelming sensation. "It was right there… between us. I could feel its heat." Her hand, the one that had first dared to touch you underwater, lifted. It hovered in the air, trembling. "May I… touch it again? Properly this time? I want to feel all of it."
You just nodded. You let her grab your cock.
But it seemed her curiosity wanted something else and Her touch was no longer a ghost of a sensation. Her palm, calloused from swordsmanship yet incredibly soft in its center, cupped your balls first. She weighed them gently, her expression one of intense, fascinated concentration. "So this is how men and women…" she murmured, more to herself than to you. Her fingers were exquisitely careful, exploring the sensitive skin, tracing the tight, drawn-up sac with a reverence that made your knees weak.
Then her hand slid upward, her fingers wrapping around the shaft of your cock. This time, there was no hesitation, only a burning curiosity. Her grip was firm, yet soft—a perfect, maddening contradiction. She began to stroke, slowly, her motion a little clumsy and unpracticed, but utterly devastating in its earnestness. Her thumb smeared the bead of precum that had gathered at your tip, using it to slick her path.
Up. Down. Up, down.
Base to tip, base to tip. The friction was exquisite. Her green eyes were locked on her handjob, watching her own fingers glide over your veined, hardened length. Her strokes gained a little confidence, a rhythm beginning to form. "It's so smooth," she remarked. "And so hard. Like steel wrapped in silk."
You could only groan, your head falling back as pleasure, hot and urgent, coiled tight in your nutsack. The visual of this gorgeous big-titty, innocent swordswoman so intently studying your cock was too much. The handjob alone was one thing, then there were her innocent comments and her jiggling boobs. The combination of her innocent exploration and the skilled, powerful grip of her hand pushed made your balls remember how to nut again.
You thought it would take a while considering how much you had gone through. Nope. One five minute dip in the water and a handjob from Mitsuri and you were back.
Your hips bucked into her fist. "Mitsuri, I'm… I'm going to…"
Mitsuri looked up, her eyes wide with sudden understanding and a spark of excitement. She didn't pull away. Rather, her strokes became a fraction faster, her grip a little tighter, as if she wanted to capture every last second of the feeling.
"Cumming!" And then you were cumming, a hot, pulsing release that shot onto the mossy ground between you. Mitsuri gasped, her hand stilling but not letting go as she watched, utterly transfixed, by the proof of your climax.
She had angled and pointed it away from herself. Mitsuri was witnessing your ejaculation and she was stunned.
"S-so much…"
The last shudder of your climax was still echoing through your limbs when Mitsuri's grip on you finally loosened. Her eyes remained fixed on your erect cock. A soft, breathy laugh escaped her lips. "W-wow, it's not going soft either. T-that's so amazing," she commented, her own body flushed a deep, rosy pink from her cheeks down to her chest.
There was only the sound of the main spring's distant cascade and your own slowing breaths. Then, a new, determined light sparked in her citrine-colored eyes. She leaned forward, her damp, pink-and-green hair brushing your shoulder. "T-that was incredible, b-but I want to try something else," she said, her voice a blend of shyness and burgeoning confidence. "And, um, remember, we still have to get going to the other pool! It's right there, behind that rock." She pointed to a natural wall of stone veiled by thick, flowering vines.
God. The thought alone sent a fresh, anticipatory jolt through your cock. You simply nodded, your voice still caught in your throat, and let her lead the way.
The new pool was indeed hidden, a perfect, intimate grotto shrouded in mist and the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers. The water was slightly cooler here, a refreshing contrast to your overheated skin. Mitsuri turned to face you, her expression a fascinating mix of nerves and exhilaration. "I-I want to try… you know." She gestured awkwardly with her hands. "The way where we are… opposite. Sixty-nine." She blushed furiously at saying it aloud. "I want to taste you. Properly. And I want to feel your mouth on me, too. If… if you want to."
Her request, so earnest and direct, was utterly irresistible. "Let's do it."
You both settled into the water, the arrangement clumsy and sweet. The water wasn't deep at all and even the stone was somehow soft. Comfy, actually. You suspected magic. Mitsuri's laugh was a nervous, melodic trill as you fumbled for a moment, finding your positions. Finally, you were arranged, her soft, sweet pussylips hovering over your face. On the woman's side was a face-to-face confrontation with your cock. Two inches, six inches, twelve inches, it did not matter. Mitsuri was nervous and thrilled and wanted this cock. Your cock.
You felt her hands tentatively find your dick. Breathing nervously, she guided your length toward her mouth. She gave a kiss. "Mwh!" But she didn't put it in yet. Her second, readjusting touch was exactly as before—the warm, strong circle of her fingers. Obviously this time, she didn't and couldn't stop there. You felt a hesitant, warm puff of air, and then the softest, most uncertain flick of her tongue against your tip.
You groaned and reacted by slipping out your tongue and tracing her pussylips.
Emboldened by your reaction, she did it again. This time, her tongue was a little surer, a wet, hot stroke along your sensitive underside. It was amateurish, uncoordinated, and utterly intoxicating. "Use your lips, too," you managed to coach. "Like you're… kissing it."
Because that was what you were doing to her pussy. The two of you were matching each other.
She made a small, understanding sound. A moment later, you felt it—the incredible, velvet-soft pressure of her lips closing around your head. She didn't take you deep, just held you there for a heartbeat before releasing with a soft pop. "Like that?" she asked.
"Just like that," you breathed out, and then you gave yourself over to the task before you. You parted her folds with your thumbs, revealing her slick, glistening center. The Hashira gasped as you dragged your tongue through her pussy, a long, slow, exploratory lick. She tasted of spring water and sweet nectar, and her reaction was immediate; her whole body jolted, and a broken moan escaped her, the sound music to your ears.
At the same time, Mitsuri took your encouragement to heart. She opened her mouth wider, taking more of you in. Her technique was a chaotic, beautiful mess: a suckle, then a clumsy lick to the side, then a series of tiny kisses along your shaft. Her inexperience was its own unique thrill. Every hesitant movement, every soft, questioning noise she made was genuine, a discovery she was sharing with you.
You focused on her, laving her with broad, flat strokes of your tongue before zeroing in on the hard, eager nub of her clit. You circled it, again and again, and her reactions became less controlled. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head. Her moans grew louder, less contained. The hand not on your hip fisted in her own hair.
"M-mmph! Mnnggh!"
Her own mouth became bolder, driven by her rising pleasure. She found a rhythm, a shallow, sucking bob of her head that was driving you wild. Her tongue swirled in a way that was absolutely maddening, a slightly off-beat rhythm that hit every nerve ending. You could feel the coil of your orgasm building again, impossibly fast, fed by the symphony of her pleasure.
You slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out. The cry vibrated around your cock. It was a great feeling. Her inner muscles clamped down on your fingers like a vise, and you knew she was right there with you. Her hips began to move against your face, a frantic, needy rhythm. Her sucking became more urgent and more frantic.
This was Mitsuri; a beautiful, clumsy desperate woman
The pleasure was a tidal wave, building from your toes, from the place where her truly amazing mouth was working you over, from the taste of her on your lips. You were both hurtling toward a shared, tumultuous orgasm.
"C-cmming!"
Your exclamation couldn't be heard. You were too busy in her pussy after all.
Your release roared up from your sack, a white-hot burst of sensation that had you arching into her mouth. At the exact same moment, Mitsuri's body seized above you. She didn't shriek, she moaned cutely. Her back arched spectacularly, but she never left your cock. Even through her own orgasm, she swallowed. She milked your cock again and again—gulp, gulp, gulp!
With a final, unconscious suck, her own pleasure utterly consumed her and her eyes rolled back. She lay there on top of you, cock in her mouth. You lay there underneath, breathing and panting. Exhausted. Yes, both of you were exhausted.
For a long moment, there was only the echo of your shared panting and the gentle lap of the water. Slowly, gently, she released your dick from her mouth, sliding off with a soft, exhausted sigh. She turned around and crawled. Her face and boobs were suddenly above you.
Mitsuri was blushing. Mitsuri was grinning. "That…was amazing! C-can we do it again!?"
You cupped her cheek with one hand, smiled, and with the other hand, reversed your positions. You were suddenly on top of her, hands to the sides of her head. Mitsuri squealed in excitement.
"A-are we really doing this!? Mmm, I'm so excited! This is going to be amazing!"
"It is!"
You rubbed your cock up and down her cunt, then inserted the first inch inside. The first inch of your cock met a sublime, gripping pussy that made your head spin. Mitsuri's eyes, wide with anticipation, fluttered shut as you pushed forward. She gasped sweetly and with a smile.
"Oh! Oh gosh! Mmmph! It's… it's so much…! S-so full!"
Her pussy was a sheathe, a searing hot grip that threatened to milk your soul out through your dick with that first thrust alone. You pulled back slightly and sunk deeper, an agonizingly slow invasion that made her back arch off the mossy stone. Her powerful legs wrapped around your waist, locking you in, and wham! Pulled you in deep!
"Ngh!"
That superhuman strength caught you off-guard again. It wasn't like this was your first time dealing with it but Mitsuri, unlike some of the other chicks, didn't look the part at all. The big boobs you gazed down on and the innocence, it almost didn't feel right. But it was. This woman was a Hashiro with eight times the muscle density of a normal man.
The wet, filthy sound of her taking all of you echoed in the small grotto.
You were finally buried to the hilt, your balls resting against her ass, your entire world narrowed to the incredible, pulsating heat of her cunt. You stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting yourself feel every throb, every tiny, involuntary clench of her inner walls around your shaft.
The Hashira's green eyes opened, dazed and overflowing with lust. "You're… all the way inside me. Mmm, I can feel every… every pulse of you. I-it's amazing." She inhaled and exhaled and kept smiling. "Use me. Please, use me."
You didn't need to be told twice. You pulled back almost all the way, until just the tip remained nestled inside her, and then you drove back into that devastating tight pussy.
"Ahhhhn! Yes!" Mitsuri cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes! I love it! T-this is what I wanted! This pleasure! T-this cock! My husband's cock fucking me!"
Husband?
Well…
Did you really mind?
There was no gentle lovemaking left in you—only a raw, driving need to claim every inch of this strong, impossibly eager swordswoman. Your hips pistoned, your balls slapping against her with a steady, wet rhythm.
Slap! Slap! Schlick! Slap!
Her pussy was so fucking perfect. Mitsuri, this hot babe, her cunt was tight and hot and milking your cock. She LOVED this. She did, with every fibre of her being.
"I love you! I love you! I love you and your cock! I love you getting stuffed full of your dick! I love itttt~!!!"
You grabbed her wrists, bound them together, and slammed her down your cock. It was a masterpiece of a move. Her boobs bounced up and down from that one thrust and her eyes rolled back. She was cumming.
"YES! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR COCK!"
The Love Hashira was breaking.
Her breasts bounced with every powerful drive of your hips, a mesmerizing, jiggling spectacle. You were sitting up, staring down at her, watching her writhe and twist from your dick.
"FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE! I CAN TAKE IT! I WANT TO FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE! I JUST WANT YOUUU~!!!"
Your dick was doing this to her. You hammered into her with everything you had. The hot spring was filled with the instruments of your fucking: the wet, sloshing sounds of her dripping cunt, the slap of skin on skin, her high, keening moans, your own guttural groans, and your grip on her wrists. One hand released her wrist, a thumb finding her swollen, throbbing clit. The second you touched it, her entire body went rigid.
"I'm—I'm—Nnnggghhh! CUMMING!" Her shriek was a raw, beautiful sound as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on your cock like a fist, a rhythmic, punishing squeeze that almost made you blow right then. Her pussy juice flung out a little too. You felt her nectar flood around your thrusting length.
You didn't stop and your hand went back to her gripping wrist. You fucked her right through it, your thrusts never faltering, driving her higher even as the first waves of her climax were still wracking her body.
"Again," you demanded. "Cum for me again." You beautiful fucking slut. "Let me feel you cream all over my dick."
And the Love Hashira did. The overwhelming, relentless stimulation pushed her right over the edge a second time. This one was a sobbing, shuddering release, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Ohgodohgodohgod! Yesss! I'M CUMMING~!!! Squirt. A fresh gush of her fluids joined the mess between her thighs. "I'M FEELING SO AMAZING RIGHT NOWWW~!!!"
You were a machine, a slave to the sensation of her incredible fuck-hole. You shifted her legs over your shoulders, bending her almost in half, and this new angle made her scream. You were hitting depths now that had her seeing stars. You watched your slick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of her stretched, needy opening.
Look at that. Look at how her greedy little pussy sucked you back in every time. It was addicted to your cock already.
She wasn't called the Love Hashira for no reason.
You could tell from her eyes. You could tell from her frantic nodding—she was in love. Her words were gone, replaced by a continuous, pleasured wail. Her seventh orgasm was a silent, breathless tremor, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' as her cunt fluttered and gripped you like a heartbeat.
You could feel your own end approaching, a nuclear build-up in the base of your nutsack. One hand put her leg off your shoulder. You leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking and biting hard as you pounded into her.
"I'm gonna fill you up, Mitsuri," you said between licks. "Is that okay?"
Her response was a broken, desperate cry. "Yes! Please! Cum inside me! Fill me! Like a husband! Like my husband! Like a husband SHOULD~!!! I want it! I want all of it! Breed me! Please, breed me!"
That was all it took. Her words, her absolute, filthy surrender, unleashed the torrent. With a roar, you buried yourself as deep as you could possibly go and let go. Splurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"PUMP MY WOMB SO FULL OF MY CUM THAT I'LL FEEL IT FOR DAYS!! GET ME PREGNANT! I WANT TO BE MARRRIIIEDD~!! I WANT TO HAVE BABIES!!"
Rope after hot, thick rope of your cum erupted into her wombs, painting her insides white. The pulses were endless, each one wracking your body, each one making her moan as she felt the hot flood gush inside her.
You grunted. You gave her everything you had. You did.
You intentionally fell on top of her boobs. Your cock gave a final, weak throb inside her well-used pussy.
Beneath you, Mitsuri was utterly blissed out. A lazy, drunk-looking smile was on her face. "Mmm… so warm…" she slurred, her eyes struggling to focus on you. A hand managed to massage your back and pat you. "You… you really filled me up… I can feel it… everywhere…" Her eyes fluttered shut, then open, then shut again. Her breathing deepened, evening out into the soft, rhythmic pattern of sleep. The Love Hashira was out cold, fucked into a loving, cum-filled stupor.
You smiled up at her, still buried inside her perfect, twitching cunt. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she slept.