(Warning: This is NOT under-aged sex.)
I mean, she looked so young, so fragile, and so innocent despite the filthy way she was humping my leg like she needed it to survive, or something.
My hands hovered uselessly at my sides, as my fingers twitched, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.
Should I make a sound and expose us already?
Ah, Usagi-chan noticed my gaze going to her mother.
Her small hand lifted to her lips, one finger pressing vertically in the universal "Shhh" gesture.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced toward her mother, who was still happily digging through the cupboard, her back turned—muttering to us who weren't listening—about fabrics and colors.
Then Usagi-chan reached up.
Her tiny fingers wrapped around my wrist, guiding my right hand toward her head.
She didn't ask me anything, she demanded.
She pressed my palm against the base of one long silver ear, then folded my fingers around it, squeezing them closed so I had no choice but to grip.
The moment I did, she shuddered violently.
A high, muffled whimper escaped her throat as I instinctively began to knead; sluggish, firm turns at the base, then gentle tugs along the length of it, my thumb stroking the velvety inner fur.
I think I can die now. I'm so shameless, being conquered by this little girl like this.
By the way, her ears were fever-hot, sensitive beyond belief. And each of my squeeze made her hips jerk forward harder against my knee, grinding faster, wetter. Her breathing turned ragged, little pants turning into desperate, stifled moans she tried to swallow lest her mother catch us.
Her petite body was a vision of pure eroticism despite its size. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, the nipples erect and begging for attention.
Her waist so narrow my hands could almost span it completely. And her hips widening just enough to give her that tantalizing curve as she rolled them, chasing friction.
Her pussy was bare, swollen, the lips puffy and glistening, leaving a shining trail on my trousers with every slide.
The scent of her arousal—sweet, musky, and intoxicating—filled my lungs and head.
She leaned forward, pressing her hot little breasts against my chest, the nipples dragging through my shirt as she rode my knee with increasing urgency.
Her tail wiggled wildly behind her. Sweat had started to bead along her collarbone, trickling down between her breasts.
Her red eyes were now half-lidded, and glazed with lust, the pupils blown wide.
"Benjamin Mark-sama, which of these do you prefer?" Silverøse's voice suddenly cut through the haze. "The blue tunic with silver thread, or perhaps the gold-trimmed coat?"
She had turned.
And I froze. My heart was now up in my throat.
But Usagi-chan was faster. I think she's super-humanly fast.
In one fluid motion, she snatched a thick wool blanket from the back of the sofa and yanked it over both of us, covering us from shoulders to knees.
Her small body curled against mine beneath the fabric, her head buried in my neck, but her hips still moving in tiny, hidden circles.
We both stared at Silverøse with wide and guilty eyes.
She blinked, tilting her head at our strange, bundled-up position on the cushion.
Then she smiled indulgently. "Ah, I suppose you don't like either of them? No matter. I'll find something better."
Then she turned back to the cupboard, humming softly as she resumed her search.
The second her back was turned again, Usagi's lips brushed my ear.
"Benjamin Mark-sama…" she breathed, her voice now a sultry whisper that didn't match her doll-like appearance at all. "Do you want to do naughty things with Usagi-chan?"
As she spoke, she shifted deliberately. Her petite butt slid backward, then forward again, searching… until she found the thick ridge of my erection straining against my trousers.
She pressed down, nestling the split of her ass right along my cock, then began to wiggle.
Fuck, she's insistent.
Tiny, teasing wiggles at the beginning—side to side, up and down—but she soon upped her game; bigger and more insistent rolls landed.
The blanket hid everything, but the friction was maddening.
Her soft cheeks enveloped me through the fabric, squeezing and releasing as she ground back against my cock like she was trying to milk it right there.
I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I nearly tasted blood.
Every muscle in my body was locked tight. I was barely holding on.
In truth, a part of me prayed Silverøse would turn around again and catch us, to stop this incident before I lost control completely.
But another darker part begged her not to. Begged her to stay facing the cupboard forever so Usagi-chan could keep moving like that, to keep whispering husky in my ear, and keep driving me insane with her tiny, perfect body.
What do I do?!
***
Usagi-chan didn't waste her time. She progressed fast.
Beneath the blanket her small hands moved with surprising skillfulness, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my trousers.
She tugged downward inch by inch, careful and silent, as the fabric slide slightly over my hips while her hot breath ghosted across my skin.
My cock then sprang free the moment the last barrier fell, it was already thick and throbbing from her earlier grinding.
So she wrapped both tiny hands around the shaft, stroking slowly, skillfully, her palms barely able to circle the thickness.
I bit my lip hard again, every rustle of cloth feeling deafening.
Silverøse turned suddenly again, holding up a crimson robe. "Benjamin Mark-sama, do you think this shade would suit your eyes better than the blue?"
Usagi immediately froze mid-stroke. Her hands stilled, her body going rigid against my thigh.
The blanket stayed draped over us, hiding the obscene sight of her naked form kneeling between my legs, but her fingers still curled around my breathing rod.
"Uh… yeah, the crimson looks nice…" I forced my voice steady "B-But, I think that former silver should be alright too…"
Silverøse smiled and turned back to the cupboard.
The instant her back was to us again, Usagi resumed.
She pumped me faster now, her small fists sliding up and down in tandem, her thumbs brushing the sensitive underside of the head on every upstroke.
Pre-cum welled at the tip, slicking her palms, and making the lewd wet sounds now impossible to ignore.
Then Usagi-chan vanished. She dove completely under the blanket, curling into a tight ball against my groin, her mouth open and ready.