The bedroom reeked of sex—thick, musky, and divine. Hestia lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her petite body utterly spent. Her massive breasts, still glistening with sweat, rose and fell with each shallow breath, her inverted nipples stiffened into tight little peaks from the cool air teasing them.
Between her trembling thighs, Takumi's cum leaked from her well-used pussy, dripping down her swollen folds in thick, creamy strands.
Takumi smirked down at her, his cock still half-hard and glistening with her arousal. He ran a calloused palm over the curve of her ass, admiring the way her plush cheeks jiggled beneath his touch before delivering a sharp SMACK!
The sound echoed through the room, her pale skin blooming red under the impact.
"Nnn…"
Hestia whimpered softly, her body twitching, but she didn't wake. Her divine constitution couldn't handle the pleasure—her first orgasm had short-circuited her senses, leaving her limp and unconscious.
Takumi chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over the reddening handprint on her ass. "Hestia is really weak," he murmured, though there was no real malice in his voice.
His fingers trailed lower, dipping between her thighs to gather the mess of cum and arousal slicking her folds. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her—sweet, divine, and still trembling from aftershocks.
But one round was never enough for him.
His cock throbbed impatiently, demanding more and Takumi wasn't known for patience.
With a wicked grin, he leaned over Hestia's unconscious form, his fingers slicking themselves with the remnants of their coupling before circling the tight pucker of her asshole. The tiny muscle clenched instinctively under his touch, even in her unconscious state.
"Wake up, little goddess," he murmured, his other hand pinching one of her stiffened nipples between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud roughly.
"Hnn—ahh!"
Hestia's back arched violently as she jerked awake, her golden eyes flying open in shock. The dual sensations—his thumb pressing insistently against her ass while his fingers tortured her nipple—sent a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
"T-Takumi!" she gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier.
Before she could fully process her surroundings, her body moved on instinct. Her trembling legs straddled his lap, her dripping pussy already seeking his cock. "M-More," she demanded, her small hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
Takumi laughed, his fingers still teasing her ass. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"
Hestia didn't answer—she just rolled her hips, trying to impale herself on him. But her body was still weak from her earlier orgasm, her muscles quivering with exertion.
The moment she sank onto Takumi's cock, her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled violently, her walls fluttering around him in oversensitive pulses. She managed three desperate bounces—her massive breasts heaving with each movement—before her strength gave out.
"Nnn—no! Not yet—!"
Her protest dissolved into a broken moan as her legs gave out completely, her body slumping forward against his chest. Takumi caught her easily, his hands gripping her ass to keep her from sliding off his lap.
But it was too late.
With an obscene "POP!" his cock slipped free from her dripping pussy, glistening with her arousal.
Hestia whimpered, her fingers clutching at his shoulders weakly. "D-Don't stop…"
Takumi smirked, watching as her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness slipping away again. "Too bad," he murmured, laying her limp body back onto the bed.
Her pussy still pulsed around nothing, her folds glistening and swollen.
But Takumi's hunger wasn't sated yet.
He stood, his erection bobbing heavily as he glanced between Hestia's unconscious form and the door.
There was another who needed his attention.
The halls of the manor were quiet, save for the sound of Takumi's bare feet against the wooden floors. His cock, still slick with Hestia's arousal, left faint wet streaks on his thighs as he prowled forward.
But he wasn't searching blindly.
The scent of arousal—sweet, musky, and distinctly vulpine—guided him like a trail.
Haruhime.
He found her in the sunlit alcove, kneeling amidst a spread of freshly picked flowers. Her kimono was artfully disheveled, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone. Her golden tail flicked lazily behind her, the fluffy appendage betraying her feigned innocence.
She didn't turn when he approached, but her ears twitched—she knew he was there.
"Haruhime," he rumbled, his voice thick with intent.
She finally glanced over her shoulder, her golden eyes widening when they landed on his erection. Her lips parted in a gasp, her tongue darting out to wet them instinctively.
"T-Takumi-sama," she breathed, her voice dripping with false innocence. "You're… still hard?"
Takumi didn't answer. He didn't need to and Haruhime didn't hesitate. Her golden tail fanned out behind her in a shimmering arc as she pivoted on her knees, her delicate hands already reaching for Takumi's cock.
The moment her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, a shiver ran through her—his heat, his thickness, the way his veins pulsed under her touch.
"Let this unworthy fox clean Takumi-sama's beautiful cock," she murmured, her golden eyes glazing over with reverence. Her breath ghosted over the flushed head before her tongue darted out, lapping up the remnants of Hestia's arousal still glistening there.
"Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~"
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet alcove.
Takumi groaned, his fingers tangling in her soft, golden hair as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. Her mouth was sinful—warm, wet, and so damn tight.
Haruhime moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Her tongue swirled along the underside of his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with shameless enthusiasm.
"Fuck—" Takumi gritted out, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
Haruhime didn't pull away. Instead, her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she swallowed him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis.
"Gulk—! Hnngh~"
Her throat convulsed around him, her eyes watering as she fought her gag reflex. But she didn't stop—her fingers dug into his thighs as she forced herself to take him completely, her slender throat bulging obscenely around his cock.
Takumi cursed, his grip tightening in her hair. "Such a good little fox," he praised, his voice rough with arousal.
Haruhime whimpered around him, her tail puffing up in delight at the praise, but Takumi didn't give her time to recover.
With a growl, he hauled Haruhime up by her hair, her lips slipping off his cock with a wet "Pop!" before he spun her around, pressing her back against the nearest pillar. Her kimono slid off her shoulders completely, pooling at her waist and leaving her bare from the waist up.
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