The sun had barely begun to rise.
Golden light spilled lazily through the half-closed curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The world outside was waking up—birds chirping, traffic humming far off.
But in Riku's bed, the air was still heavy.
Sweaty.
Slick.
Haunted.
He stirred with a low grunt, stretching beneath the twisted sheets. His bare chest rose and fell slowly, still sore from the night before. The scent of sex still clung to the room, and the memories burned hot under his skin.
But when he turned to his side—
She was already there.
Yurei.
Naked. Pale. Kneeling.
Her hair was tangled, her lips slightly parted, and her thighs pressed tight together like she was fighting something inside her. Her whole body trembled faintly, and her eyes—usually cold and silent—were fixed on his cock like it was the only thing keeping her sane.
> "You're… already like this?" he whispered, voice rough from sleep.
She didn't answer.
She just crawled onto the bed and climbed into his lap, legs spreading over his thighs, her soaked heat already leaking onto his skin.
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Body in Heat
Riku didn't need to touch her.
Her hips were already moving.
Small, shallow rolls against him, like her cunt was trying to grind itself to life. Her breath came in small whimpers, lips twitching with need she couldn't control.
> "Shit… you're soaked," he muttered, reaching between them.
His fingers brushed her folds.
Soaked was an understatement.
She was dripping—slippery, hot, her pussy practically sucking in air as she rutted against his length. The curse had taken root deeper than ever.
> "Your body's syncing to mine…" he whispered.
He didn't even need to be hard yet.
She was in heat just from being close.
Her breath hitched the moment his cock twitched beneath her.
She didn't wait for him to fully get up.
She reached down, lined him up, and sank down.
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Sunlight Stretch
Her cunt swallowed him inch by inch, slow and tight, slick walls hugging every ridge as she impaled herself onto his morning wood. Her head dropped forward, hair falling like a curtain around her face.
> "Nnnhh… haah…"
Her moans were soft at first.
But they built.
With each bounce, each wet squelch of her hips meeting his, her breath turned more frantic, her body more desperate.
He grabbed her waist and helped guide the rhythm—slow thrusts, dragging her body up and down, grinding deep inside her until he felt her clench violently around him.
> "You're so fucking hot inside," he growled. "You're cooking in my dick like you've been waiting all night to ride it."
She shivered.
Her lips brushed his ear.
> "I have…"
Then she moved faster.
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Obsessed
Her nails dug into his chest.
Her thighs slapped against his sides as she rode him harder, her ass bouncing with wet, sticky smacks that filled the room.
Riku couldn't look away from her.
From the way her tits bounced with each thrust.
From the way her stomach twitched every time he hit deep.
From the faint, glowing mark that still lingered just below her navel.
She was being reshaped by this.
Changed by his cock.
Redefined by his cum.
> "You're turning into a cock-hungry ghost…" he groaned.
Her only answer was a sharp gasp—then a scream, choked and raw, as she slammed down hard and came all over him.
Her pussy clenched around his length, milking him, and she collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, drooling, still grinding as if her body couldn't stop.
He wasn't done.
He flipped her onto her back and leaned over, slamming into her from above.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the bedroom as he fucked her right through her orgasm, refusing to give her even a second to come down.
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Morning Marking
When he finally came—hot, deep, thick—she arched like her soul was being yanked out of her body.
And this time, she whispered it…
> "Mark me…"
Riku held her hips tight and poured everything inside her, feeling her twitch around his cock like her cursed womb was sucking it in—claiming it.
When he pulled out, her body was still twitching.
His cum spilled from between her legs in slow, messy drips onto the sheets.
She didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Just stared at the ceiling, dazed, breathless, flushed pink.
And then…
She smiled.