Riku hadn't even toweled off.
The steam from the shower clung to his body like a second skin, rolling down his bare chest, mixing with the thin sheen of sweat that never seemed to leave him anymore. His muscles ached. His back was marked with soft nail tracks, his lips sore from overuse, and his cock—still thick, still semi-hard—hung heavy with the weight of a dozen orgasms barely hours apart.
He reached for the towel…
But he wasn't alone.
Yurei stood in the bathroom doorway, completely naked.
Droplets of water slipped down her pale skin in slow, lazy trails, sliding between her breasts and over the curve of her thighs. Her eyes were half-lidded, but not sleepy — hungry. Possessed. Her chest rose and fell, lips parted, her entire body trembling with a need that had clearly grown worse since sunrise.
> "You weren't going to finish without me, were you?" she whispered.
Her voice was soft, but it crawled across his skin like heat. Before he could answer, she crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. Her fingers grazed his abdomen, then curled down his pelvis, slipping around his cock without hesitation.
It twitched in her grip, already rising again.
> "You're already getting hard?" she murmured with a small smile. "That's good. I want it to hurt a little this time…"
Riku didn't speak.
He just grabbed her waist, spun her around, and pressed her up against the fogged glass.
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Wet and Wanting
Her breasts squished against the glass as she let out a breathy moan. Her back arched as his hands spread her ass, and the sight of her pussy, glistening and parted from anticipation alone, made him grow rock hard within seconds.
> "You're already dripping," he growled, teasing the head of his cock between her folds. "You need it that bad?"
Yurei's head turned, her cheek pressing against the glass as she nodded.
> "I feel empty when you're not inside me."
Without warning, he pushed in — slow, thick, stretching her with one long, wet slide that made both of them groan. Her cunt clenched around him like she was starving for it. Like her body remembered his shape better than her own breath.
> "So deep…" she gasped. "Fill me… all the way… again."
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her back onto him as he began to thrust. Slow at first. Then deeper. Harder. The slap of skin echoed off the tiles, mixing with her moans and the soft hiss of water running down their bodies.
The glass fogged further. Their sweat mixed with the steam. Every thrust made her legs twitch.
> "Your cock feels even bigger," she moaned, barely able to speak between thrusts. "Like it's growing every time you use me…"
He grabbed her hair, tugged her head back, and leaned down to whisper.
> "You love being used like this, don't you? Like you're just a hole for me to empty into."
Yurei's whole body shook.
She nodded.
> "Yes… yes… that's all I want."
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Claimed Again and Again
Riku didn't stop.
He fucked her against the glass like it was the only thing holding her up, his hips smacking against her soaked thighs, his cock stretching her to the limit.
And she begged for more.
Begged to be filled.
To be ruined.
To be owned.
Her orgasm hit like a curse unraveling.
She cried out, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock, her juices soaking his balls and dripping down her legs.
> "Don't pull out," she whispered. "Cum inside me. Fill me again… like I'm your toy."
With a groan, he slammed in deep and exploded — thick spurts of heat flooding her insides, her body twitching, squeezing, refusing to let any of it escape.
She collapsed forward, only the glass holding her up, her mouth open in a silent, breathless moan.
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Aftershock
Later, she laid curled on top of him, their bodies still wet, skin sticking together with the mess they made.
Her fingers traced his chest lazily. Her eyes never blinked.
> "I feel you inside even when you're not," she whispered. "Even when I sleep… even when I breathe… it's like your cock is burned into me."
Riku could barely speak. His body was spent. His nerves fried. But she wasn't done.
She climbed onto him again, straddling him with shaking legs, her pussy still soaked and dripping.
> "I don't need rest," she said softly. "I just need more of you."
And just like that—
She lowered herself onto him again, slowly, inch by inch, moaning as his cock spread her open again, deeper than before.
> "If you're going to die," she whispered, her eyes burning with cursed heat, "then let it be inside me."