[ Despite the impulse to close his eyes and let his body float away in this sea of burning afterglow, the Daikoh within him was still loud. It was telling him that he didn't dare look away. She's the one who staked a claim to his heart tonight, who beckoned him to keep his eyes on her. No different from when her womb was overflowing with excess cum and rolling down her stomach, Cloud didn't dare look away as her pretty face is coated with thick ropes of his seed. Even after he's spent, his swollen red member bobs to stay upright, hanging over her face when she peeks up at him.
Normal Cloud would have apologized for not giving her any warning. Normal Cloud would have been more considerate for making an absolute mess of her.
...
Heat-driven Cloud, on the other hand, still sees an adorably submissive Ayaka who he just marked. Heat-driven Cloud saw his mate at a loss without his guidance and reassurance. Heat-driven Cloud was still as turned on as he had been since he'd slipped up behind her and fondled her breasts in her kimono. He lets out a satisfied sigh then, but rather than make her clean him up (and risk just looping this part), he helps in removing some of his warm seed from her face with the upheaved blanket they've effectively nested beneath them. ]
Sorry. [ There's a little part of him that was still there. He's just far more honest now. ] Couldn't get enough...
[ She was still leaking from the times he came inside of her, wasn't she? She'd been pleading for him to not stop and to keep giving her more. Hell, if it weren't for his heat-ridden brain burning the sight of Ayaka between his legs and roped by his cum into it, there might have been some reprieve out of Cloud in going soft.
But if he did? It was only for a minute at most before he was aching so addictively good, so deliciously hard. Now that her face was relatively clean of him though, he can better get down on her level and languidly kiss her as his hand slips between her legs. He doesn't even care how wet she was with their mixed juices, he's kept her waiting long enough while she tended him, two fingers stroking her overly stimulated clit as a precursor to giving the Daijuu more contact. More closeness. Full again. ]
[ It all started with a little gazebo in an illustrious garden palace, a kiss surrounded by frosted blossoms and a second kiss when asked if he would do it again. And as the moon wanes and dawn breaks, the young couple still haven't grasped what "too much" was supposed to be. And still, the seed has been planted.
When they finally wake late into the morning, and he lays his eyes upon her for the first time as the fire wanes, it's replaced by warmth akin to the cradling sun. Warmth that nurtures that seed to breach the surface and start on its journey to bloom. ]
thirstiest fin.
Normal Cloud would have apologized for not giving her any warning. Normal Cloud would have been more considerate for making an absolute mess of her.
...
Heat-driven Cloud, on the other hand, still sees an adorably submissive Ayaka who he just marked. Heat-driven Cloud saw his mate at a loss without his guidance and reassurance. Heat-driven Cloud was still as turned on as he had been since he'd slipped up behind her and fondled her breasts in her kimono. He lets out a satisfied sigh then, but rather than make her clean him up (and risk just looping this part), he helps in removing some of his warm seed from her face with the upheaved blanket they've effectively nested beneath them. ]
Sorry. [ There's a little part of him that was still there. He's just far more honest now. ] Couldn't get enough...
[ She was still leaking from the times he came inside of her, wasn't she? She'd been pleading for him to not stop and to keep giving her more. Hell, if it weren't for his heat-ridden brain burning the sight of Ayaka between his legs and roped by his cum into it, there might have been some reprieve out of Cloud in going soft.
But if he did? It was only for a minute at most before he was aching so addictively good, so deliciously hard. Now that her face was relatively clean of him though, he can better get down on her level and languidly kiss her as his hand slips between her legs. He doesn't even care how wet she was with their mixed juices, he's kept her waiting long enough while she tended him, two fingers stroking her overly stimulated clit as a precursor to giving the Daijuu more contact. More closeness. Full again. ]
[ It all started with a little gazebo in an illustrious garden palace, a kiss surrounded by frosted blossoms and a second kiss when asked if he would do it again. And as the moon wanes and dawn breaks, the young couple still haven't grasped what "too much" was supposed to be. And still, the seed has been planted.
When they finally wake late into the morning, and he lays his eyes upon her for the first time as the fire wanes, it's replaced by warmth akin to the cradling sun. Warmth that nurtures that seed to breach the surface and start on its journey to bloom. ]