As soon as those words escaped her lips—"Now, my Lord, take me"—Minato's restraint shattered like fragile paper in a storm. His blue eyes, darkened with unbridled lust, locked onto hers, and in one fluid, possessive motion, he pulled her toward him.
Konan's body collided with his, her soft curves pressing against the hard planes of his chest. She felt the insistent heat of his arousal through the thin fabric separating them, his cock throbbing against her lower abdomen like a living promise of the ecstasy to come.
A thrill shot through her, electric and primal, her core clenching in anticipation. She was going to be his, utterly and completely, right here in her chambers. The mere thought sent a fresh wave of wetness flooding between her thighs, soaking the delicate lace of her lingerie.
Minato's hands gripped her hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to elicit a gasp from her.
"You've teased me long enough, my angel," he growled, his voice a low, rumbling thunder that vibrated through her body. He lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
Konan's hands clung to him, her arms around his neck, her full breasts crushing against his tunic as he carried her to the bed. With a playful yet dominant toss, he threw her onto the soft futon, the mattress dipping and shaking under her weight.
She bounced slightly, her yukata—now discarded—leaving her in only the sheer black lace that barely contained her heaving breasts and the slick evidence of her desire.
Lying there, sprawled out with her blue hair fanning across the pillows like a silken halo, Konan looked up at him with a mix of surprise and eager invitation. Her amber eyes sparkled with mischief and need, her lips parted in a soft, breathless smile.
Minato stood at the foot of the bed, towering over her like a god of war and passion, his gaze raking over her body with hungry appreciation. "I trust you've prepared yourself for what's to come, Konan?" he asked, his tone teasing yet laced with a dark promise.
His hands moved to the hem of his tunic, slowly peeling it off to reveal the chiseled expanse of his torso—broad shoulders honed from years of battle, defined abs rippling under taut skin, and a faint trail of golden hair leading downward.
Konan bit her lower lip, her eyes devouring him as he undressed. It wasn't her first time glimpsing his magnificent form; she'd stolen glances during shared missions, in the heat of training, but each time it struck her anew. His body was a masterpiece of strength and beauty, every muscle sculpted to perfection, glowing faintly in the candlelight.
The sight made her pulse race, her nipples hardening into tight peaks against the lace, and a fresh gush of arousal dampened her thighs. How could one man embody such raw power and allure?
Tonight, he would claim her virginity, make her his woman in every sense, and the thought sent shivers of excitement coursing through her. She shifted on the bed, her legs parting slightly as if in silent invitation, her hands clutching the sheets to steady herself.
Minato's eyes never left hers as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, sliding them down with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at his feet, leaving him in only his underwear, the outline of his erection straining prominently against the thin material.
Konan's breath hitched, her gaze dropping to the impressive bulge. He paused, letting her look, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he murmured, his voice husky.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper crimson. "Always, my Lord. Your body… it's perfection. It makes me ache just looking at you."
Emboldened by her words, Minato stripped off the last barrier, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and fully erect, curving upward with proud insistence.
Konan's eyes widened in a mix of awe and trepidation. It was massive, longer and girthier than she'd imagined, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum that made her mouth water involuntarily. How would something so imposing fit inside her?
Yet the thought thrilled her more than it intimidated; this was the cock of her beloved, the man she would serve and worship for life. It would stretch her, fill her, mark her as his.
Her face burned with heat, her core throbbing in response, imagining the moans of pleasure it had drawn from other women. No wonder they cried out in ecstasy—she could already feel the phantom stretch, the delicious burn.
"So, what do you think?" Minato asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft in a slow, teasing stroke that made it twitch.
Konan swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she tore her gaze from his length to meet his eyes. "It's… marvelous, my Lord. So powerful, so… commanding. Please, come and take me. I need you."
His chuckle was dark and seductive, sending goosebumps across her skin. "If you say something like that, I won't be able to hold back, Konan. I'm going to ravish you all night long—you better prepare yourself for that. Every inch of you will feel me, over and over, until you're begging for mercy."
Her heart pounded wildly, but her resolve only strengthened. "I've waited my entire life for this moment, Minato. Please… come to me. Make me yours."
With a predatory grace, Minato climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he positioned himself above her. His body towered over hers, casting a shadow that enveloped her in his warmth. Konan lay beneath him, her breath coming in shallow pants, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles, down to where his cock hung heavy between them, brushing against her thigh.
She looked up at his face, so close now, his blue eyes stormy with desire. Before she could speak, his hand cupped her cheek gently, his thumb tracing her lower lip with feather-light tenderness. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice softening for a moment amid the heat. "My fierce warrior, my angel… tonight, you're all mine."
Then, he lowered himself, capturing her lips in a kiss that ignited every nerve in her body. It started soft, exploratory—his mouth moving against hers with a passion that built like a gathering storm. Konan melted into it, her hands rising to tangle in his golden hair, pulling him closer. His lips were firm yet yielding, tasting of sake and raw masculinity.
She parted hers instinctively, granting him access, and his tongue swept in, claiming her mouth with bold strokes. It danced with hers, teasing, coaxing, until she responded in kind, her inexperience giving way to eager exploration.
Saliva mingled, hot and slick, as the kiss deepened into something feral. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but desperate, her body arching up to meet his.
Minato pressed his full weight onto her then, pinning her to the bed with delicious heaviness.
His skin was fever-hot against hers, every inch of contact sending sparks through her. She felt the hard ridge of his cock nestling against her lace-covered mound, the heat of it searing through the thin barrier, pressing insistently against her swollen clit.
A jolt of pleasure made her gasp, her hips bucking upward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "Minato…" she whimpered against his lips, her voice breaking.
He broke the kiss briefly, trailing his mouth along her jawline, nipping at her earlobe. "Feel that? That's how much I want you," he murmured, grinding his hips down in a slow, deliberate circle that rubbed his length along her slick folds.
The lace grew even wetter, clinging to her like a second skin, outlining every sensitive curve. Konan's legs spread wider, wrapping around his waist to pull him impossibly closer, her heels digging into his back. Her hands roamed his broad shoulders, nails scraping lightly down his spine, feeling the play of muscles under her touch.
Their mouths crashed together again, the kiss hotter, more urgent. Tongues battled and caressed, exploring every crevice, exchanging saliva in a messy, passionate exchange that left her dizzy. She could taste him fully now—salty, sweet, intoxicating—and it only fueled her hunger.
Minato's hand slid from her face down her neck, tracing the elegant column before dipping lower to cup one of her breasts through the lace.
He squeezed gently at first, then firmer, his thumb circling the hardened nipple until it peaked even more painfully. Konan arched into his touch, a soft cry escaping her as pleasure radiated from the sensitive bud straight to her core.
"Gods, your breasts are perfect," he groaned against her mouth, breaking away to kiss down her throat. His lips sucked at her pulse point, leaving a blooming mark that would remind her of this night.
He shifted his weight, allowing his free hand to explore further, fingers trailing down her side, over the flare of her hip, before slipping between them to tease the edge of her lace thong. "So responsive… I can feel how wet you are, soaking through for me."
Konan nodded frantically, her breath ragged. "Yes… all for you, my Lord. Touch me… please."
He obliged, his fingers dipping beneath the lace to brush her slick folds. The direct contact made her jolt, a whimper tearing from her throat as he circled her clit with expert precision.
"Like this?" he teased, his voice a velvet growl. He rubbed in slow, firm circles, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut.
"More… oh, gods, more," she begged, her hips rocking against his hand. The pressure built inside her, a coiling tension that promised release, but Minato pulled back just as she neared the edge, his fingers withdrawing with a slick sound.
"Not yet," he chuckled, kissing her deeply again to swallow her frustrated moan. "I want to savor you. Tease you until you're trembling."
He rolled them slightly, positioning her on top for a moment, her thighs straddling his hips. His cock pressed up against her core, the lace the only barrier as she ground down instinctively, coating him in her arousal. Minato's hands roamed her back, unhooking the lace bra with a flick, freeing her breasts to the cool air.
They bounced slightly, full and heavy, nipples erect and begging for attention. He sat up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the peak.
Konan cried out, her hands in his hair, holding him there as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"Minato… yes, like that!" His other hand kneaded her free breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, rolling it until she was writhing atop him. The friction of his cock against her clit through the lace was maddening, each grind sending sparks up her spine.
He switched sides, lavishing equal attention, his teeth grazing lightly to add a sharp edge of pleasure-pain. "You taste divine," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. "These curves… made for my hands, my mouth."
She rocked harder, chasing the building heat, but again he flipped them, pinning her beneath him once more. His lips found hers in another searing kiss, tongues tangling as his hand slipped back between her legs.
This time, he pushed the lace aside, two fingers sliding along her entrance, teasing without penetrating. "So tight… so ready," he whispered, circling her opening. "But we'll take our time. I want you begging by the end of this night."
Konan's nails dug into his shoulders, her body on fire. "Please… touch me deeper. I need you inside me."
"Soon," he promised, his fingers dipping just the tip inside, stretching her slightly before withdrawing. The tease was exquisite torture, her inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
He kissed down her body now, lips trailing fire over her collarbone, between her breasts, down her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel, making her giggle breathlessly amid the moans.
"Minato… you're driving me insane," she panted, her hands fisting the sheets.
"Good," he replied, nipping at her hip bone. He spread her thighs wider, settling between them, his breath ghosting over her lace-covered mound. "Because I plan to worship every inch of you."
His fingers hooked into the thong, slowly peeling it down her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to his gaze. Konan felt exposed, vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made her feel powerful.
"Beautiful," he breathed, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her inner thigh, inching closer to her core.
She trembled, anticipation building as his lips brushed higher, teasing the sensitive skin. "Please… taste me," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Minato's tongue flicked out, tracing her folds in a long, slow lick that made her arch off the bed. "As you wish, my love." He delved in, lapping at her clit with firm strokes, sucking gently while his fingers teased her entrance again.
Konan's world narrowed to the pleasure, her moans filling the chamber as he brought her to the brink once more.
But true to his word, he stopped short, climbing back up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips. "Not yet," he murmured, grinding his cock against her bare skin now, the slick slide intoxicating. "We have all night."
They continued like this—kissing passionately, hands exploring every curve and hollow, teasing touches that built the fire higher without quenching it.
Minato's fingers mapped her body, pinching nipples, stroking her clit, dipping shallowly inside her until she was a quivering mess.
Konan returned the favor, her hands wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly, feeling it pulse in her grip. "So hard… for me," she whispered, thumbing the head to spread his pre-cum.
"Yes… all for you," he groaned, thrusting into her hand. Their bodies moved in sync, grinding, touching, kissing in a symphony of desire.
Hours seemed to pass in this erotic dance, the tension coiling tighter with each denied release. Konan's skin glistened with sweat, her body aching for completion, but the buildup was its own bliss. "Minato… I can't take much more," she finally pleaded, her eyes glazed with need.
He kissed her forehead, then her lips, soft and tender. "Soon, my angel. But tonight, we savor. Tomorrow… I'll claim you fully."
As the candles burned low, they lay entwined, hearts pounding, bodies humming with unspent passion.
The night was far from over, but the promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air, a sensual veil waiting to be torn asunder in the chapters ahead.
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