The clock read 3:12 AM.
Riku hadn't slept more than an hour.
He was drenched in sweat, heart racing, eyes half-lidded and red. His body ached in places he didn't know could ache. His thighs burned. His back felt like it had been pulled and stretched for days. Even his breathing had grown shallow — slow and labored, like every breath cost him something.
And beside him, curled like a cat around his waist, she moved again.
Yurei.
The ghost girl who'd once appeared without emotion now moaned softly in the dark, her breath feathering against his abdomen as she shifted her hips slowly, lazily, with the familiarity of a lover who had memorized his rhythm.
Her thighs were wrapped around his leg, bare and damp.
Her body, even in sleep, pressed tight to his — skin on skin, lips grazing his chest, her hand drifting lower until her fingers slid once again around his length.
> "You're hard again," she whispered, voice sultry and faint.
Riku didn't respond.
He couldn't. His mind was blurred, halfway between exhaustion and arousal, but his body betrayed him again. The blood rushed downward. Her touch was soft, knowing, addictive.
She slipped on top of him without warning.
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Slow Possession
Her body was already hot and soaked, as if her desire had never cooled since sunset. When she lowered herself onto him, it was with the slowest roll of her hips — every inch deliberate, every slide of her slick warmth over him coaxing another moan from his throat.
Yurei leaned down, her lips brushing his ear.
> "You can't rest," she murmured. "Not while I'm empty."
Her pace was slow. Torturously slow.
She rocked her hips against him like she was savoring each movement, dragging him deep inside with each gentle thrust, her inner walls squeezing around him in soft waves.
Riku's hands instinctively gripped her hips, though weakly.
Her hair fell over his face like a veil, her breath trembling as she moved — back and forth, rising and sinking, like a lullaby made of flesh and heat.
Every part of her seemed tuned to him now.
Her body responded to his smallest shifts.
Her thighs gripped tighter when he groaned.
Her back arched when he twitched deep inside.
> "You're addicted…" he whispered hoarsely.
She smiled faintly, never stopping her rhythm.
> "So are you."
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The Endless High
The room smelled of heat and sweat, of her body and his, their union soaked into the very air.
Riku watched her above him, the moonlight casting soft silver along her skin, the gentle sway of her breasts with every slow grind. She wasn't frantic anymore. She wasn't desperate.
She was in control.
She was enjoying him.
And her enjoyment drove him mad.
Her hands explored his chest, her nails dragging across his skin just enough to sting, her tongue flicking out to tease his neck. She whispered nothings into his ear — not sweet nothings, but obsessive ones.
> "I want to keep you like this forever…"
"Always inside me…"
"Even if your body breaks…"
"Even if you die…"
She moaned again, a long, needy sound that echoed against the walls.
Then she leaned back, placing her hands on his chest for balance, and began riding him harder.
Wet, steady, soaking thrusts.
Her hips slapped against his. Her thighs flexed with each movement. The bed creaked softly beneath them.
His body jolted beneath her, on the edge again, twitching with every wet slap as her walls pulsed tighter.
> "You're close again," she whispered with a breathy smile. "I can feel it…"
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Filled Again
She dropped harder now, grinding all the way down, keeping him fully inside her while her inner muscles clenched around him like a vice.
Riku bit his lip, groaning helplessly as she milked him again — the pleasure building in waves until it crashed all at once.
He released deep inside her.
And she arched, moaning loud and long, her body convulsing slightly as she felt every pulse fill her.
> "That's it," she whispered, breath hot against his lips. "You don't have to think. Just give me everything."
She stayed on top of him, holding him deep inside even as his cock softened, even as his arms fell limp against the sheets.
She didn't move.
She didn't pull away.
She kissed his forehead softly… then rested her head against his chest.
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And Still…
The room fell into silence again.
The clock ticked.
The moonlight shifted.
Riku's breathing slowed, his eyes falling shut for the first time in what felt like days.
But then—
She moved again.
A slow roll of her hips.
Her body trembling with the start of another need.
> "I'm still not full…" she whispered.