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(3rd)
Having seen this coming a mile away, Cain returned the blonde's kiss without hesitation. His hands slipped beneath Erina's skirt, grabbing her ass, making her gasp into his mouth. Erina began grinding against the Latino's crotch. They both moaned into each other's mouths in unison at the friction.
The passion of their lip-locking and grinding intensified with each passing second. Five minutes later, the blonde broke the kiss, gasping for air as she pulled back slightly. She pressed her forehead against Cain's as she caught her breath.
"I..." Erina struggled to find the words. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," she admitted, surprising Cain with her honesty. "Ever since that day you saved me, I've felt this strange sensation in my chest. I didn't fully understand it; all I knew was that it would come up whenever I was around you."
Cain caressed her right cheek gently and smiled at her. "So, did you figure out what the feeling was?"
Erina nodded. "Yeah, I did..." She took a deep breath, exhaling as she looked directly into Cain's eyes. "I think I'm in love with you, or at least I really like you. I'm still trying to sort out which one it is. I've never been great with feelings..."
That was a severe understatement.
Aside from indignation, arrogance, and disdain, Erina rarely showed any other emotions, and when she did, they didn't last long. However, Cain couldn't blame her for that; her emotional immaturity stems from her rough childhood.
Cain nodded. "True, but that's totally okay. What matters is that you were honest about your feelings, and I'm really proud of you for that..." Erina's breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat at his words. "It takes a lot of courage to admit your feelings, especially to someone you like or love. Most people can't do that." He cupped her other cheek and leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. "Be proud of that. Don't be afraid to express yourself with me. I promise I won't ever hurt or judge you, and I'll never leave you. That's a promise."
"R-Really?" Erina asked, her voice trembling as she struggled to contain her emotions. "You promise?"
He nodded, his gaze steady. "I promise."
Unable to hold back any longer, Erina pressed her lips against his, resuming their make-out session as they began to tear each other's clothes off. When Erina ripped off Cain's shirt, she broke the kiss to take in the sight of his muscular torso, wanting to memorize every detail as her hands roamed over his upper body and midsection, feeling the warmth of his skin.
"Wow..." Erina swallowed hard, her face turning bright red as she gazed at his impressive physique.
Though she had seen Cain shirtless before, the sight still took her breath away and ignited a thrilling heat within her. His body was perfectly symmetrical and chiseled, showcasing every outline and curve of his lean muscles, as if sculpted by angels themselves.
Her only minor complaint was that his body hair somewhat obscured his body's definition, which she thought was a gigantic no-no. She wanted to see everything in full glory; maybe after they were done...coupling, she'd ask him if he could shave.
'It's so big...' She swallowed hard. '...and this thing is supposed to go inside me?'
The blonde had never been with a man before, much less seen what a cock looked like, nor had she ever masturbated. So seeing Cain's… thing was intimidating, to say the least. However, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to having it inside of her. She was so captivated by Cain's body that she didn't even notice she was drooling, staring for nearly thirty seconds.
"Like what you see?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.
Erina snapped out of her trance at the sound of Cain's voice. She looked at him and saw that infuriatingly smug smile plastered across his face, the one that always made her blood boil and her body heat up in ways she didn't want to acknowledge.
She could have easily denied it, but both she and Cain would have known that was just a flat-out lie. Besides, she didn't want to ruin the mood, especially after he had just expressed pride in her honesty. Instead, she admitted the truth.
"Y-Yes, I do." Cain raised an eyebrow in surprise but remained silent. "Do you like what you see?"
The older man took his time examining the blonde's figure, savoring every inch of her body. Her fair skin was flawless; her breasts were modestly sized, round, and perky, crowned with bright pink nipples. She had a slim waist, a flat stomach, and wide hips. Cain glanced back at her and licked his lips.
"Yeah, I do." His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that elicited a seductive moan from her. "I especially like these. They're not too small or too large, and they're a nice in-between and perfectly perky."
The older man took Erina's right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while massaging the other. This caused her to moan louder; her hands gripped his hair as she moved back and forth against his groin. She yelped in surprise when Cain picked her up a few minutes later and carried her to her room. Once there, he placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her.
As their lip-locking continued, Cain rubbed his length against the blonde's folds, moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion, coating himself in her juices and leaving Erina a moaning mess. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing down and increasing the friction between them.
After experiencing the overwhelming sensation of euphoria, Erina was hooked and craved more. She never knew, let alone believed, that such intense physical feelings were even possible. If Erina had known earlier just how incredible it felt to have her sacred area touched, she definitely would have explored her body when she was younger, just to experience a fraction of the bliss she felt with Cain.
However, the sensation she was experiencing paled in comparison to the intense orgasm that Cain brought her to just moments later. When her climax arrived, her eyes rolled back as a tidal wave of overwhelming bliss washed over her.
It lasted ten seconds, during which her body shuddered uncontrollably as a copious amount of vaginal juices splattered across Cain's body and onto the bed. When Erina's orgasm subsided and her awareness returned to her, she found Cain looking at her with a playful, satisfied smile.
"That was..."
"Intense?"
Erina nodded. "And amazing... When I attended Tōtsuki, I occasionally overheard my peers discussing sex. I never understood the appeal until now," she said with an amused tone.
Cain chuckled. "If you thought that was great, wait until I put it in," he said, causing the blonde's eyes to widen in realization.
Cain hadn't even penetrated her yet, and he had already made her climax. How intense would her orgasms be once he did? She shuddered with a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought.
After asking Erina for permission and receiving her consent, the older man aligned his tip with her entrance. The blonde jumped as she felt his member press against her folds, but she quickly relaxed.
As Cain entered her, Erina gasped at the sensation of his tip inside her, then moaned as he filled her, brushing against her sensitive walls. The intensity of his penetration led to a powerful but brief orgasm.
"Oh g-god..." Erina said, her voice shaky and barely suppressing a moan as he continued to enter her. "You're not even halfway inside me, and you've already made me cum... That's fucking ridiculous and so unfair..." The older man laughed and kissed her forehead. "Don't mock me, you ass!"
"Sorry, I couldn't help it; you're just too adorable," Cain said, causing the blonde to blush. "Fuck, you're tight!" He hissed as he felt the blonde's walls clamp around his cock with a vise-like grip.
Erina smiled in satisfaction, her ego swelling at the reaction she elicited from the older man.
"My pussy feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, blushing in embarrassment as the words left her mouth.
"Yeah, it does..." Cain admitted, deepening Erina's blush and boosting her ego further. When he reached her hymen, he paused and looked at her. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Erina replied nervously.
"Fair enough. I'll count to three. One. Two. Three." Erina let out a sharp cry of pain as her hymen broke, a single tear escaping from her left eye.
Cain wiped it away and kissed her. "Tell me when I can move, okay?"
She nodded.
"Okay, you can move," Erina said a minute later.
Cain nodded and moved his hips with a deliberate slowness. Erina moaned softly as she felt him strike her cervix, his member scraping back and forth against her walls. Because Cain moved slowly, the blonde's cognitive functions stayed sharp, allowing her to savor every jolt of ecstasy that coursed through her body.
"Ahh!! Oh—" Ten seconds later, she reached her climax, which hit her like a devastating tidal wave.
Her consciousness faded for a moment before returning.
"Fuck!" Cain cursed as he felt Erina's pussy clamp down on his cock even harder.
The older man increased the speed and force of his thrusts, all while remaining mindful that Erina did not have the same durability and stamina as the others. The suddenness of his actions made Erina's eyes widen, and her pupils dilated. As she began to register the overwhelming pleasure surging through her body, she screamed and clung to him for dear life.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK—FUCK!"
Instead of orgasming every few strokes, Erina climaxed with every powerful thrust as Cain struck deep into her womb and scraped against her sensitive walls, releasing copious amounts of vaginal fluid in the process.
This overwhelming sensation left the poor blonde chef in a constant state of teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness as she experienced orgasms that even women with enhanced physiologies would struggle to endure.
After what felt like an eternity of nonstop orgasms and fleeting moments of unconsciousness, Cain sensed that his climax was approaching. He pulled out of Erina and began to stroke his cock rapidly.
"Shit!" Cain gritted his teeth as more than a dozen thick streams of baby batter shot from his urethra, splattering Erina's face, chest, and stomach.
After twelve seconds, his climax subsided, and clarity returned. Cain looked at Erina, his eyes widening. A thick layer of his baby batter covered her face and most of her torso, with some dangerously close to her folds.
If he didn't know better, he would've assumed she had been gang-banged by over a dozen Pillsbury Doughboys for several hours. Cain chuckled at the mental image and shook his head.
"Erina, are you alright?"
"Yeah... I'm okay..." she replied a few seconds later, catching her breath. "Just give me a second. I'm still waiting for my soul to return to my body and the feeling in my legs..." This earned a soft chuckle from Cain.
"Here, let me help with that." He pointed his finger at Erina, and a beam of red and green energy shot out from it.
When it hit her, all of Cain's cum, along with the fatigue, soreness, and numbness, vanished from her body in an instant. Afterward, he lay down beside her, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her into his embrace, making Erina blush and smile shyly.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her right arm draped over him, with her hand comfortably resting on his chest. For several minutes, they enjoyed the comfortable silence and each other's company.
Erina broke the silence. "When I found out about your relationship with Uta and the others and that you had a son...I wanted to hate you..." Cain's eyes widened, but not at her admission; he already understood why she felt that way.
Throughout dinner, he had sensed her boiling rage, unadulterated hatred, sorrow, and a whirlwind of other emotions surging through her like a storm. What caught him off guard was her mention of the others, though it was clear he had a more-than-friendly relationship with them. He chalked it up to women's intuition.
"Why didn't you?" Cain asked.
"Because, like I said earlier, you mean a lot to me," she replied, blushing with embarrassment. "You never cared about my family's wealth, fame, or status; you didn't see or care about the God Tongue or Erina Nakiri, a member of the illustrious Nakiri family; you only saw and cared about me, Erina..." A look of guilt crossed her beautiful features. "Even when I was a total bitch, you never stopped caring about me..." She smiled at him. "How could I ever hate you? Besides... I already knew you were a manwhore..."
Cain feigned offense. "Excuse me! I'm not a man whore; I'm a man of culture with a lot of love to give," he said, causing Erina to roll her eyes playfully. "Anyway, how did you find out?"
"I caught you fucking multiple women, including my aunt—" She shot him a sharp glare at the mention of her aunt, "—in various locations at the resort we were staying at in Denmark." Cain winced at the mention of Leonora. "Does Alice know?"
"No, thankfully, she doesn't," Erina sighed.
"That's good..." He changed the subject. "So you don't mind me being with other women?"
"I'd be lying if I said no. But I know I can't keep you to myself or satisfy you alone—I'd die trying," she said, placing her hand gently on his cheek. "Just promise me you won't forget about me..."
Cain placed his hand over hers and smiled. "I'd never forget about you, Erina."
Erina smiled back. "You better not."
End.
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