Chapter 246 – The Thread That Trembled
In the quiet void, where time had collapsed into stillness, Alex knelt beside Skuld, his hand resting gently on her small shoulder.
She sniffled.
Still clutching the one-eyed doll.
Still trembling.
And then—
A voice, soft and golden, echoed inside Alex's mind.
Ciel.
"Alex… I can still sense you. Barely. But listen—don't rush. You have to calm her first. Her mind is fragmented. If she panics, the link will sever."
Alex closed his eyes for a breath.
Then nodded.
He turned to Skuld.
"You're scared. That's okay. But I'm here now. I'm not leaving."
She blinked up at him, eyes wide and wet.
"You're… really not scared of me?"
"No."
"Even though I… peeked?"
"Even then."
Skuld looked down.
"I always mess things up…"
Alex extended his hand again.
"Not this time."
She hesitated.
Then—
Her small, trembling fingers reached out and slowly curled around his.
Warmth. A flicker of light.
The blackness around them didn't vanish — but it began to ripple, gently, as if something deeper inside her had started to remember… hope.
They began to walk.
Hand in hand.
The void around them shifted slowly — no longer endless black, but streaked with faint glows. Stars forming outlines. Threads returning.
"What do you like?" Alex asked gently, trying to guide her attention.
Skuld looked up at him, eyes still a little puffy.
"...Cotton candy."
Alex smiled. "Good choice."
"And pranks," she added a little more confidently. "I tied Hermes' shoelaces to a star once."
"I heard."
"He fell for four days."
She giggled quietly. Just once.
Then squeezed his hand tighter.
"If I let go… will I disappear?"
Alex looked down at her.
"I won't let you."
Her hand tightened even more.
"I didn't want to hurt anyone," she said softly. "I just thought… if I understood your future, maybe I could understand mine too."
Alex was quiet for a moment.
Then said, "Maybe the reason your thread vanished… is because it's not written yet."
Skuld looked up slowly.
"...Not written?"
"Maybe it's still being spun."
She blinked.
"But I'm a Norn."
"And you're still growing."
They kept walking.
The emptiness slowly shifted — forming faint landscapes, like a dream trying to remember itself. A swing set here. A meadow there. All memories. All hers.
Skuld leaned into his arm slightly, her hand still firmly locked in his.
"...I don't want to be alone again."
Alex looked ahead.
"You won't be."
The black around them softened further.
Now it shimmered with memory — distant shapes of starlit towers, half-formed threads spinning in the distance. It was like a dream beginning to piece itself back together.
Skuld's hand remained tightly in his.
She looked up at him.
Eyes gold and shimmering.
Voice quiet. Hesitant.
"Um… Alex?"
"Hm?"
"Can I call you…"
She paused. Her cheeks turned faintly pink.
"...Brother?"
Alex blinked.
Her voice was so soft — like she thought the word might break if spoken too loud.
He looked at her.
And smiled gently.
"Yeah. You can."
Skuld stared up at him.
Then smiled.
A small, wobbly smile.
And then — in typical Skuld fashion — the floodgate opened.
"Then carry me!"
"What?"
"In the princess position! Like the stories!"
Alex stared at her for a moment.
She puffed her cheeks.
"I almost vanished forever. And you said I could call you brother. So it's official. You have to carry me."
He sighed. But smiled.
"Fine."
He bent down and lifted her gently into his arms — cradled like a sleepy princess in a bedtime tale.
She squeaked in delight and immediately buried her face in his shoulder.
"You're warm."
"Don't get used to this," Alex muttered.
"Too late."
She wrapped her arms around his neck like a koala, her doll still gripped in one hand.
"Can we keep walking like this?"
"We'll go slower."
"As long as we don't stop touching," she murmured. "I still feel like I might fall apart."
Alex adjusted his hold on her slightly.
"Then I'll hold you until you're whole."
Her voice came muffled through his shoulder.
"You're a really good brother…"
And for the first time since entering this fractured place—
The void above them opened.
Just a little.
Revealing the thread of gold beginning to weave back into place.
Chapter 247 – Little Sister of the Loom
Time didn't move in the place between threads.
Not really.
There were no clocks.
No stars that turned.
Only feeling.
And in that quiet space — held gently in Alex's arms — Skuld smiled for the first time in what felt like centuries.
They didn't just walk.
They lived in that space for a while — however long it lasted.
She made him braid her hair.
He tried — and failed — to do it neatly.
She made him play a game where they spun around and pretended to rewind time with every step. Alex didn't understand the rules. Skuld changed them constantly. She laughed each time.
They lay under an imaginary tree she summoned with a flick of thought — and she used his lap as a pillow, hugging her tattered doll and humming songs from Asgard's nursery rhymes.
She called him "Brother" at least fifty times.
"Brother, let's go over there."
"Brother, you have to carry me again."
"Brother, look! I made a cloud shaped like your hair."
Alex endured it all with remarkable patience.
And even smiled — more than once.
Because there was something pure in her affection.
Not divine.
Not cosmic.
Just real.
At some point, while she was curled in his lap again, Skuld glanced up at the slowly brightening sky overhead — the blackness of the void thinning into pearly white.
She blinked.
"...It's almost time, isn't it?"
Alex nodded.
"Your thread's returning."
Skuld held his sleeve tightly.
"I don't want to go back alone."
He touched her forehead gently.
"You won't."
She looked up at him — her golden eyes wide, hopeful.
"Will you still… be my brother? Even out there?"
He gave her a small, sincere smile.
"I'm your brother in here, too. Nothing changes."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Then… will you hold my hand when I wake up?"
"If I'm allowed."
She reached for his fingers again — their touch glowed faintly.
And above them, a thread of golden light descended.
Skuld blinked up at it.
"That's mine…"
It shimmered gently. Waiting.
She looked back at Alex.
"Let's wake up together."
The glow from the golden thread widened.
Then—
A gentle breath.
A pulse.
And suddenly—
The Realm of the Norns – Now
The marble air trembled.
A flicker of golden light flowed through the garden of stars.
Urd's eyes snapped open.
Verðandi stepped forward, her lips parted in wonder.
And on the white silk bed — after days of stillness — Skuld's fingers twitched.
Then slowly… her eyelids fluttered.
She blinked against the soft starlight above her, confusion flashing across her face.
"...It's bright…"
A second later, her gaze tilted sideways.
And there — sitting beside her, his hand still holding hers — was Alex.
Just like he said he would be.
Still calm.
Still warm.
Still there.
Skuld's golden eyes widened with recognition.
"Brother…"
Her voice cracked, but not from pain.
From something deeper. Like relief finally given form.
She tightened her hand in his instinctively, tears springing to her eyes.
Urd took a step forward, her voice quiet, trembling.
"Skuld…"
Skuld turned slowly.
And for the first time in what felt like an eternity…
She smiled at her sisters.
"I'm back…"
Verðandi covered her mouth.
Urd's stern composure wavered for just a breath.
Skuld looked down at her hand — still locked in Alex's — and gave it a soft squeeze.
"He brought me home."
The starlit realm of the Norns, for all its cosmic stillness and woven divinity, had never felt so quiet.
Urd stood frozen in place.
Verðandi blinked rapidly, her voice caught somewhere between prayer and disbelief.
And in the middle of it all — on the white-silk bed framed by constellations — sat Skuld, her golden eyes brimming with light, her small hand still nestled in Alex's.
She looked up at them with the shyest of smiles.
"...Don't cry."
Verðandi gave up trying to look composed. She rushed forward and knelt beside the bed, gathering Skuld into a fierce embrace.
"You idiot, you absolute—you scared us half to death!"
Skuld blinked. "But I wasn't dead."
"That's not the point!"
Urd approached more slowly, but her hands trembled at her sides. Her expression was carefully composed — but her voice cracked as she whispered:
"You didn't answer for days. Your thread vanished from the Loom. We thought…"
She stopped herself.
Skuld turned her head slightly, still leaning into Verðandi's embrace.
"I'm sorry, big sis. I really thought I could handle it."
Urd finally reached out and brushed her fingers along Skuld's hair — an ancient gesture that held far more weight than words.
"Next time," she said gently, "don't go chasing things alone."
"I wasn't alone," Skuld murmured, peeking back at Alex. "He found me."
Both elder sisters turned.
Urd stepped toward Alex and gave him a long, searching look — one that carried the gravity of someone who'd watched threads for eons.
"You did something even we could not."
"You crossed a boundary we never could touch," Verðandi added softly. "You reached her where fate could not."
Alex didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he just looked at Skuld — who was now clinging again to his arm, clearly not letting go anytime soon.
"I just listened," he said quietly. "Sometimes… that's all someone needs."
Urd bowed her head — a rare gesture.
"Then you have our eternal thanks."
Skuld pouted.
"He's my brother now, so I should be the one thanking him."
Verðandi blinked. "...Brother?"
"Yep!" Skuld declared proudly, puffing out her chest. "I made him promise. We did sibling things. He carried me and braided my hair and I made cloud-shapes and everything."
Urd stared.
Verðandi laughed — genuinely, for the first time in what felt like a long age.
Alex rubbed the back of his neck.
"It was… an experience."
Skuld nodded, then squeezed his hand again.
"I'll visit you, okay? Often. As much as I can. I'll sneak away from the threads and show up right on your roof."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "That… might be dangerous."
"I'll bring a hat."
"That doesn't make it less dangerous."
She grinned.
Then looked up at him again, eyes shining.
"You said you'd make me something sweet next time."
Alex smiled faintly.
"Cotton candy. Your favorite, right?"
Skuld's mouth opened in surprise.
Then closed in a wide, joyful smile.
"You remembered!"
Alex nodded. "Of course."
She threw her arms around him suddenly, surprising even her sisters, and buried her face in his coat.
"Best brother ever."
Urd and Verðandi looked at one another — still uncertain, still adjusting to the shift in their youngest.
But one thing was clear.
She was home.
And whatever Alex truly was… he had stitched back a thread that even the gods could not.
Chapter 248 – The Cotton Candy Promise
It was mid-morning.
The kitchen was quiet. Sunlight streamed through the window. Airi was sweeping calmly. Hanabi sat cross-legged at the table, eating fried rice and humming to herself. Ciel was curled on the sofa with a book, and Morgan was pretending not to listen to Hanabi's off-key song.
Then—
The air rippled.
No magic circle. No seal. No divine signal.
Just poof.
A flash of gold.
And suddenly—
"I'm hereeeee~!"
Skuld appeared upside down in the air, spinning once like a falling leaf before plopping onto the couch beside Ciel, arms raised in triumph.
"Brother! I came for my cotton candy!"
The entire room froze.
Airi dropped the broom.
Hanabi choked on her rice.
Morgan blinked.
"What in the Nine Realms—?"
Alex, who had just entered from the hallway, sighed.
"...You could've used the door."
Skuld beamed and immediately launched herself across the room into his arms.
"But that wouldn't be fun! And you said you'd make cotton candy!"
Alex caught her easily — she was light, warm, and clinging like a sleepy kitten.
"I also said it might be dangerous."
"I brought a hat," she replied proudly, pulling a floppy sunhat from her pocket and jamming it on her head crookedly.
The harem stared.
Finally, Hanabi leaned to Airi and whispered, "Who is this gremlin?"
Ciel smiled.
"Her name is Skuld. She's one of the three Norns."
"You mean the Norns?" Airi asked. "The ones who control fate?"
Morgan muttered, "Apparently fate has a younger sister who imprints on people like a baby bird."
Skuld puffed her cheeks.
"I heard that!"
Still clinging to Alex's arm, she looked around.
"So these are your other girls?"
Silence.
Skuld looked at each of them — foxgirl, swordswoman, queen, vampire princess, immortal spellweaver — and gave an innocent, gleaming smile.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Alex's little sister! But also his favorite."
Airi cleared her throat. "You're what?"
Ciel giggled.
"She means emotionally."
Skuld nodded proudly.
"Exactly!"
Then whispered to Alex with a wink,
"...But emotionally and physically next time, okay?"
"I heard that too," Morgan said sharply.
The kitchen soon filled with the soft hum of magic-infused machinery.
Alex stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, a faint glow circling his hands as he shaped threads of sugar with mana-precision. A swirl of silver-blue energy turned crystals into silk. The cotton candy bloomed like a fluffy flower of stardust in his hand — pale pink with a shimmer of gold.
Skuld leaned forward with her hands and chin on the counter, eyes wide.
"It's so sparkly…"
"You're not supposed to lick the spell, Skuld."
"Too late," she whispered, her tongue already halfway out.
Alex sighed and handed her the finished treat.
She grabbed it in both hands like it was sacred treasure and took one enormous bite.
Then she froze.
"..."
Her eyes widened.
"Brother."
"Hm?"
"This is the best thing I've ever tasted."
Alex chuckled.
"Good. But you still need to eat real food, too."
"...Even if it doesn't sparkle?"
"Yes."
"What if I pretend the broccoli is enchanted and only edible by Norns?"
"Then I'll enchant all your vegetables."
Skuld grinned.
She devoured half of it in minutes, then hopped down and wandered into the living room — sticky-handed and smiling — her golden eyes flicking to the other women like a curious kitten circling a pride of lions.
She walked up to Hanabi first.
"You're pretty. And you smell like fire. Are you explosive?"
Hanabi blinked. "That's… not the weirdest way someone's described me."
"Can I ride your tail?"
"Absolutely not."
"You're no fun."
Then she turned to Airi, who stood composed with her arms crossed.
"Sword girl. You're serious. But you're also secretly soft. I can feel it."
"I am not—"
"You look at Brother the way girls in ancient ballads looked at tragic heroes before the last battle."
"...I don't know what that means."
"You will."
Next, Skuld flopped next to Ciel on the sofa.
"You're warm. Like sun-washed libraries."
"Thank you," Ciel said, patting her head. "You're like a daydream that slipped into the real world."
"I am a daydream. Just upgraded."
She then glanced toward Morgan.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "You going to psychoanalyze me too?"
Skuld tilted her head.
"...You're afraid of being forgotten."
Morgan stiffened.
Skuld poked her cheek with a cotton-candy finger.
"Don't worry. I remember you. I remember everyone."
Morgan looked away.
"Tch. Annoying little brat…"
But didn't move when Skuld leaned against her shoulder.
Finally, Skuld floated back to Alex — spinning once midair like a ribbon.
"Your harem's very pretty. But I'm the most spoiled."
"I've noticed."
She took another bite, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.
"More cotton candy?"
Alex smiled gently.
"After you eat something with protein."
Skuld groaned.
"Divine responsibilities and dietary restrictions? Being awake is suffering."
The laughter was still echoing in the hall when a ripple stirred the air.
Light twisted at the edge of the living room.
And then—
Urd and Verðandi appeared.
Clad in robes of stars and threadlight, their expressions a careful blend of serenity and sternness.
Skuld, still chewing on the last puff of cotton candy, blinked.
"Uh-oh."
Urd folded her arms.
"We told you not to sneak out."
"I used a loophole," Skuld said, licking her fingers. "Technically, I never said I wouldn't visit."
Verðandi gave her a long-suffering look.
"You left a divine mirror floating in the tree of memory. It's been humming non-stop."
"Oops."
Skuld slowly floated backward… right into Alex's arm.
"Brother, hide me."
Alex didn't move.
Urd sighed. "It's time to return."
Skuld pouted.
"But I just got here…"
Urd softened slightly.
"And we're proud you can get here. That means you're healing."
Verðandi smiled and added,
"You can come again. Officially. Just next time… don't explode our mirrors."
Skuld mumbled into Alex's sleeve.
"...They're dramatic…"
Then she looked up at him.
"Will you really make me more?"
Alex nodded.
"Next time. And I'll enchant the vegetables too."
She grinned.
And slowly, reluctantly, let go of his hand.
"Bye, Brother."
"See you soon, little sister."
She floated over to her sisters, waved once dramatically, then vanished with them into the fold of starlight.
The cotton candy stick she'd held remained — tucked in a glass like a trophy.
The room was quiet again.
But warmer.
Chapter 249 – Foxfire, Flickering
The day was unusually quiet.
No divine visitors. No political summons. No memory fragments. Just a warm afternoon and the faint scent of spring wind through the windows.
Alex stepped out onto the porch.
Hanabi was waiting.
She stood in the shade of a plum blossom tree — hair swaying gently, arms behind her back. She wore a simple sleeveless blouse and dark jeans, but the subtle red flare in her amber eyes hinted something was different today.
"You're not going to ask where we're going?"
Alex smirked.
"You haven't told me yet."
Hanabi turned, a flick of her hair brushing his shoulder as she passed.
"Then keep up."
They walked for a while — through quiet backstreets, across old shrine paths, until they arrived at a hidden hill overlooking the city. The sky stretched wide above them, and the wind carried with it a dry, warm heat that wasn't quite normal.
Alex noticed it first.
"Your aura… it's changed."
Hanabi sat down beneath a tree, stretching out her legs and brushing a few leaves aside with her foot.
"Good. You noticed."
She reached behind her slowly — and in one smooth, graceful motion, revealed her tail.
Not just the playful, fuzzy thing he'd glimpsed before.
This was different.
It shimmered faintly with golden-red flame, coiling and flickering like a living fire spirit. Ethereal yet real. Its base was thick with divine energy, and its tip crackled with heat.
"Don't forget," she said quietly, not looking at him, "that I carry the blood of a Heavenly Fire Fox."
Alex blinked. "...You awakened it."
"Fully. Just recently."
She glanced sideways, her expression unreadable.
"I've been holding back. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But now… I've made peace with it."
She shifted slightly, letting her tail flick lazily in the grass.
"It's a little scary. And really hot. I burned two bedsheets trying to sleep."
Alex chuckled.
"You're controlling it well now."
Hanabi shrugged.
"Because I wanted you to see it first."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Her voice softened.
"Because you're the only one who wouldn't treat it like a weapon."
She leaned back, propping herself on her hands.
"This is part of me. Not just my power. My blood. My legacy. The thing that makes me dangerous and sacred at the same time."
She looked up at him.
"And I wanted to know if you'd still hold me... even if I'm burning."
Alex walked closer.
Kneeling beside her, he gently reached out and touched the tip of her tail — letting the warmth pass through his fingers.
"You were always glowing. Even before the fire."
Hanabi stared at him.
Then turned away quickly, ears red.
"You… idiot."
The wind shifted again.
Warmer now.
The sky was glowing softly gold, and the petals overhead began to fall — drifting like slow-burning embers through the light.
Alex sat beside her quietly.
And Hanabi, with that familiar glint in her eye, leaned just a little closer.
"You know," she said, her voice playful, "now that my fire's awakened… my body temperature's always high."
Alex blinked.
"That sounds dangerous."
"Mmm. Depends on how close you are."
She leaned in further — her breath near his ear.
"For example… if I sat on your lap right now, I might melt right into you."
Alex froze.
"Hanabi—"
"Or," she whispered even softer, "if I asked you to sleep next to me tonight without any barriers, you might find out what happens when foxfire gets... needy."
His ears turned red.
She grinned.
"Ohhh~ you're blushing. Again."
"You're doing that on purpose."
"Of course I am."
Hanabi stretched her arms behind her, tail flicking side to side like a lazy flame.
"You always look so calm, so untouchable… it's fun peeling you apart."
Alex sighed, shaking his head.
"You're the one who said this was a peaceful walk."
"It was. Until I remembered I'm in love with you."
She looked at him then.
Her teasing tone softened — but the warmth in her gaze didn't fade.
"And I still am, by the way."
"You've told me that before."
"I'll tell you again."
She leaned in slowly.
Their faces close.
Close enough that Alex could feel the heat in her lips before they touched his.
"I love you, Alex."
And then she kissed him.
No hesitation.
No teasing.
Just heat — soft and steady like foxfire in the night.
His hand found her back instinctively, drawing her close, her tail curling around his leg like a ribbon of warmth.
The kiss lingered.
When they finally parted, Hanabi rested her forehead against his, still smiling.
"You don't have to say it yet," she whispered. "Just… don't let go."
Alex replied, just as softly.
"I won't."
Chapter 250 – Burn the Night (18+)
The sky had turned amber.
Their quiet walk back from the hill had slowed — Hanabi's steps lighter than usual, her tail swaying with intent. She didn't say much. Just glanced at him, then at a building on the corner of a quiet street with tinted glass, neon hearts, and a discreet sign:
"Hoshizora Suite – For Lovers Seeking Privacy."
Alex paused.
"…Seriously?"
Hanabi grabbed his wrist with a smirk.
"I'm burning inside. You said you wouldn't let go."
She pulled him in.
The inside of the room was surprisingly elegant — dim lighting, gold-trimmed walls, and a large bed at the center. Hanabi turned the lock with a click behind her and stretched, her tail flicking with rising heat.
"Just the two of us. No interruptions."
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly are you planning?"
"Exactly what you're imagining."
She pushed him back gently onto the bed — slow, deliberate.
His back hit the sheets, and she climbed onto him, straddling his hips with the grace of a flame barely contained.
"You've kissed me. You've held me."
Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse.
"But tonight, it's my turn to leave a mark."
She undid the last clasp, letting the fabric slip past her shoulders.
"No more teasing."
She leaned down, kissed him — deep and unrelenting — and whispered against his lips:
"Tonight doesn't end with just a kiss."
With a coy smile, Hanabi dropped to her knees before him, her eyes locked onto his as she approached. She placed her hands on his thighs, her touch light yet commanding, spreading them apart to make room for her slender body. Alex inhaled sharply as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his rapidly hardening cock.
"I've found my favorite candy," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Her tongue darted out, teasing the tip of his dick with a flick that was both gentle and promises of more to come. She licked him thoroughly, her tongue tracing the veiny ridges of his shaft, swirling around the sensitive head, and then descending to lavish attention on his balls.
Hanabi was a maestro of pleasure, her mouth a vessel of sinful delight. She kissed the tip of his cock, her lips soft and inviting, before slowly engulfing him in the wet heat of her throat. Alex let out a groan of pure ecstasy, his hands instinctively finding their way into her hair, tangling in the silky strands as she bobbed her head up and down.
She moved with an intoxicating rhythm, her mouth a vise of pleasure that threatened to undo him. Each suck, each lick, each delicious slide of her lips over his dick was a step closer to the abyss. Hanabi seemed to revel in his reactions, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she drove him wild with desire.
Alex could feel the pressure building within him, a tide of pleasure that was about to crest. Hanabi must have sensed it too, for she redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming more fervent, more desperate. With a final, drawn-out suck, she coaxed his release from him. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his hips bucking as he spilled his semen into her waiting throat.
Hanabi swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she drank him down. She slowly pulled away, her lips glistening with his essence. Opening her mouth, she showed him the remnants of his climax before closing it once more, savoring the taste as she swallowed. It was a sight that was both filthy and mesmerizing, a testament to her unbridled passion.
The sight of Hanabi's debauched display was too much for Alex. Lust surged through him, a primal need to claim her, to make her his. He scooped her up in his arms, her body light as a feather in his embrace. He laid her down on the bed, spreading her legs wide to reveal the glistening pink of her pussy. Her eyes invited him in, a playful challenge that he was all too eager to accept.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the heat of her arousal beckoning him. With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her. Hanabi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a moan escaping her lips as she adjusted to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on with breathy whispers of his name.
"Harder, Alex. Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice thick with desire. He obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. Each thrust elicited a cry of pleasure from Hanabi, her body arching to meet his. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wet suction of their joining, and the symphony of their moans.
It wasn't long before Hanabi's body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on his cock as she reached her climax. She cried out his name, her back bowing off the bed as she came. The sensation of her pussy convulsing around him was too much for Alex to bear. With a final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, his semen filling her womb with jet after jet of hot cum.
Spent, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, their bodies slick with sweat and intermingled with the scent of their lovemaking. Hanabi, still caught in the aftershocks of her orgasm, reached down between her legs. She scooped up the mixture of their juices, bringing it to her lips to taste. Her eyes fluttered closed in delight, a moan of satisfaction escaping her lips as she savored the flavor of their union.
But Hanabi was far from done. She reached for a glass of water that had been sitting on the bedside table, a mischievous glint in her eye. She positioned it on the floor between her legs, slowly lowering herself onto it. With a shuddering sigh, she relaxed her muscles, expelling a stream of Alex's cum and her own juices into the glass. When she was finished, she picked it up, swirling the contents before taking a sip. The look of pure bliss on her face was almost enough to make Alex hard again.
The night was still young, and Hanabi was insatiable. She turned her attention back to Alex, her hand wrapping around his semi-erect cock. She stroked him back to full hardness, her tongue darting out to tease the head once more. This time, she introduced the glass of water to their play, taking him into her mouth and then releasing him to drink from the glass, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of her mouth.
They continued like this for hours, lost in a world of pleasure and desire. Each moment was more intense than the last, a never-ending cycle of giving and receiving. When they finally lay spent in each other's arms, the first light of dawn creeping through the curtains, they knew that they had experienced something truly special.
As they drifted off to sleep, Alex couldn't help but smile. Hanabi, with her playful eyes and her mischievous smile, had shown him a night of passion that he would never forget. And as the city outside began to stir, the Love Hotel held their secret, a testament to the power of lust and the beauty of uninhibited desire.
The Next Morning
Light crept through the soft curtains.
Hanabi was curled against his chest, her tail coiled over his waist like a second blanket. Her hand lazily traced symbols over his skin — runes of warmth, maybe, or memory.
She opened her eyes and smiled faintly.
"Good morning, fireproof."
She kissed him again — softer this time, sleepy and content.
They stayed like that a moment longer.
Eventually, they sat up together, pulling their clothes back on without rush. Hanabi fixed her hair lazily, still glowing faintly with inner heat, and slipped her hand into his as they stepped out into the golden light of morning.
"Don't think this means I'm done," she said, tail flicking behind her. "I'm just getting started."
Alex gave a small smile.
"I figured."