I have to confess..... I got a lil horny and decided to make another chapter doing basically everything l wanted to do to her.....
I am not proud of it but it is what it is. And there is also foot job end of the chapter╏ " ⊚ ͟ʖ ⊚ " ╏
You can skip this chapter if you want as there is also a Normal Chapter
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Frieza lowered his head slowly, deliberately, until his lips hovered just above one of Miruko's flushed nipples.
The peak was already hard, dark against her chocolate skin, standing erect from the earlier teasing and the cool air of the chamber. He paused there—close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across the sensitive bud—watching it tighten even further under the anticipation alone.
Then he closed the distance.
His lips sealed around her nipple in a gentle, wet pull.
Miruko's back arched instantly off the black silk sheets, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from her throat.
~ "Ahh—!"
The sound was raw, unguarded—half moan, half plea. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through the stark white strands, not pulling, just holding on as if afraid he might stop.
Frieza didn't stop.
He sucked—slow, rhythmic—tongue flattening against the underside of her nipple before curling around it in lazy circles. The texture was perfect: firm yet yielding, the areola slightly pebbled under his attention. He hummed softly in approval—the vibration traveling straight through her—and felt her entire body shudder in response.
She tasted sweet.
Not artificially so. Not like perfume or sugar. It was deeper—natural, warm, almost creamy. The faint salt of her sweat mixed with something richer, something uniquely her. He dragged his tongue in a slow circle around the peak, then sucked harder, pulling the nipple deeper into his mouth until her breath hitched again.
~ "Nngh… Frieza…"
He switched to the other breast—giving it the same treatment—lips sealing, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp without crossing into pain. Her breasts were heavy in his hands—soft, supple, the kind of softness that gave under the slightest pressure yet sprang back immediately, perfect handfuls that overflowed his palms when he squeezed gently.
He lifted his head for a moment—just long enough to speak against her skin.
"They're marvelous," he murmured, voice low and rough with appreciation. "Truly."
Miruko whimpered—half embarrassed, half desperate—her thighs pressing together as fresh slick gathered between them.
Frieza's nose brushed the underside of her breast, inhaling deeply.
Her scent hit him again—sweeter than before. The sweat that had begun to bead along her collarbone and between her breasts carried the same delicate fragrance: warm vanilla, faint jasmine, something floral and feminine that made his mouth water.
He dragged his tongue along the valley between her breasts—slow, savoring—tasting the salt and sweetness there.
"Why do you smell so good?" he asked, voice quiet but curious, almost clinical. "And taste even better."
Miruko's breath hitched again—cheeks burning.
"It's… the artifact," she whispered, voice trembling. "The one I stole. It… enhanced everything. All my feminine aspects. Scent, taste, sensitivity… even the way my body responds."
She swallowed hard.
"I'm… I'm basically the definition of perfect feminine genes now. That's what it does. It pushes everything to the maximum. Even things I didn't know could be improved."
Frieza's eyes darkened with interest.
He leaned in again—nose brushing the base of one of her rabbit ears.
He inhaled deeply.
The scent was stronger here—warm fur, faint sweetness, a hint of musk that spoke of arousal and submission. He nuzzled the soft fur gently, lips grazing the sensitive inner edge.
Miruko whimpered—body jerking slightly.
~ "Ah… careful… they're…"
"Sensitive," he finished for her, voice a low rumble against her ear. "I know."
His fingers found her small, fluffy white tail—circling the base with feather-light touches.
The moment he touched it—really touched it—Miruko's entire body locked up.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth falling open in a perfect, helpless ahegao expression: tongue peeking past her lips, cheeks flushed crimson, pupils blown wide, lost completely in the overwhelming sensation.
~ "H-haaa…!"
A full-body shudder ran through her—hips bucking upward, pussy clenching on nothing, fresh slick dripping onto the sheets.
Frieza watched her unravel beneath him, the way her body arched and shuddered when he touched the base of her fluffy white tail. Her ahegao expression—eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly, cheeks flushed crimson—was almost too perfect, too raw. He filed the image away: the proud bunny leader reduced to this trembling, dripping mess simply because he grazed her tail.
He shifted his weight, moving upward until he straddled her torso, knees sinking into the silk on either side of her ribs. His cock—still slick from her mouth, still hard—rested heavy between her breasts.
Miruko's red eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust and aftershocks. She looked up at him—breathless, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
Frieza reached down, cupping both breasts in his hands. They were impossibly soft—supple, heavy, yielding under his fingers like warm dough. He squeezed gently, pushing them together until they enveloped his shaft completely, creating a perfect, plush channel.
He leaned forward slightly, voice low and intimate.
"I'm going to get the full experience."
Miruko whimpered—half anticipation, half surrender.
Frieza began to move—slow, deliberate rolls of his hips—sliding his cock between her breasts, the head emerging from the top of her cleavage with each forward thrust. Her skin was slick with a mix of his saliva and her sweat, the natural lubricant letting him glide smoothly. The friction was exquisite: soft, warm, enveloping.
~ "Nngh…"
Miruko's head tipped back against the pillow, mouth open in a continuous stream of soft moans. Her hands came up instinctively—pressing her breasts tighter around him, helping him fuck the valley between them.
Frieza's breathing deepened—controlled, but heavier now. He reached up with one hand, fingers gently threading through the fur of one rabbit ear. He stroked it slowly—base to tip—then pinched the soft inner edge between thumb and forefinger, rolling it lightly.
Miruko's entire body jolted.
~ "A-ahh~!"
Her hips bucked upward—pussy clenching on nothing, fresh slick dripping onto the sheets. Her ears were hypersensitive, and he knew it. Every gentle tug, every soft stroke sent electricity straight to her core.
Frieza kept the rhythm—slow, steady thrusts between her breasts, one hand kneading the soft flesh, the other playing with her ear like an instrument.
~ "Frieza… oh gods… your cock feels so good…"
He leaned down—lips brushing her forehead.
"You're doing beautifully," he murmured against her skin. "Look at you… letting me use these perfect tits exactly how I want."
Miruko moaned louder—eyes rolling back again, tongue lolling slightly in that helpless ahegao expression.
~ "Yes… use me… please…"
Frieza's pace quickened slightly—still controlled, still careful—but enough to make her breasts bounce with each thrust. The wet slide of his cock between them, the soft slap of skin on skin, her continuous whimpers—it all blended into a symphony of raw need.
She came suddenly—without warning.
Her whole body seized—back arching off the bed, pussy spasming, juices squirting in a hot arc that soaked the sheets beneath her ass. Her scream was hoarse, broken.
~ "AAAAHHH—! CUMMING—!"
Frieza didn't stop—kept fucking her tits through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking, sobbing, begging.
~ "Please—! Stop—! Too much—! I can't—!"
He slowed—then stopped—cock still nestled between her breasts, glistening with her sweat and his pre-cum.
Miruko collapsed back—panting, trembling, eyes glassy.
Frieza leaned down—kissing her forehead softly.
"Good girl."
He slid lower—positioning himself between her thighs again.
His hand dipped between her legs—fingers scooping the thick, semi-liquid mix of her cum and his earlier release that still leaked from her pussy.
Miruko whimpered as he brought the slick fingers to her tight back entrance—circling the puckered hole slowly, spreading the warm mixture over it.
Her eyes widened—realization dawning.
~ "You're… going to…"
Frieza's voice was low, intimate.
"Yes."
Miruko swallowed—then, without being asked, she rolled her hips upward—presenting her ass to him, legs spreading wider, back arching to give him the perfect angle.
Frieza's cock twitched at the sight—her fat ass jiggling slightly with the motion, cheeks parted just enough to show the glistening, prepared hole.
He growled softly—aroused all over again.
"Good girl."
He coated his cock with the remaining cum and slick—stroking himself once, twice—then aligned the thick head with her ass.
Miruko tensed—then forced herself to relax, breathing deep.
Frieza pushed in—slowly—carefully—watching her face for any sign of real pain.
The head popped past her tight ring.
Miruko gasped—eyes squeezing shut.
~ "Nngh…!"
He paused—letting her adjust—then pushed deeper—inch by inch—until he was fully seated inside her ass.
Miruko moaned long and low—body trembling, tails thrashing weakly.
~ "So full… in my ass…"
Frieza stayed still for a moment—letting her feel every thick inch stretching her.
Then he began to move—slow, shallow thrusts at first—building gradually.
Miruko's moans grew louder—hips rocking back to meet him.
~ "Yes—! Fuck my ass—! Deeper—!"
Frieza's pace quickened—hips snapping forward—cock slamming into her ass with controlled force.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room again—obscene, rhythmic.
Miruko screamed—pleasure overwhelming her.
~ "Harder—! Please—! Fill my ass too—!"
Frieza gripped her hips—thumbs digging into the soft flesh—and pounded into her—relentless, deep.
Miruko's body shook—another orgasm building fast.
~ "I'm—! I'm gonna—!"
Frieza slammed forward one last time—burying himself deep—and came.
Thick, hot ropes flooded her ass—spurt after spurt—filling her completely until it leaked out around his cock, dripping down her thighs.
Miruko screamed—body convulsing, pussy clenching on nothing as she came again.
~ "YES—! FILL MY ASS—! DADDY—!"
Frieza stayed buried inside her—letting her feel every pulse—then slowly pulled out.
Cum gushed from her gaping ass—thick, white, obscene.
He pinched her asshole gently—watching it wink and clench—then squeezed both cheeks, admiring the sight: her perfect ass marked by his handprints, cum leaking from her used hole.
Miruko collapsed forward—panting, trembling, utterly spent.
Frieza lay beside her—pulling her against his chest, one arm draped possessively over her waist.
She nuzzled into him—soft, submissive.
"Thank you…" she whispered.
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Frieza lay back against the headboard, legs spread casually, one arm draped behind his head while the other rested on the sheet. His black eyes tracked Miruko's every movement as she crawled up between his thighs, white hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. Her red eyes were glassy, still dazed from the earlier orgasms, but burning with a quiet, desperate hunger.
She settled on her knees between his legs, hands sliding up his thighs—fingers tracing the hard muscle there—before wrapping around the base of his cock. It was thick, heavy in her grip, still glistening from being inside her moments ago. She looked up at him, ears twitching once, then slowly lowered her head.
Her tongue flicked out first—soft, tentative—lapping at the tip, tasting the mix of her own slick and his earlier release. Frieza let out a low, approving hum, the sound vibrating through his chest.
Miruko took that as permission.
She opened her mouth wider and slid him inside—slowly at first—lips stretching around his girth. She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft. Her tongue flattened against the underside, swirling lazily as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing on the upstroke.
Frieza's fingers flexed against the sheet—once—then slid into her hair, not guiding, just resting there, feeling the soft strands slip through his grip.
~ "Mmmph…"
Miruko's moan was muffled, needy. She bobbed her head—slow, deliberate—taking him to the back of her throat on every downstroke. Her hands worked what her mouth couldn't reach: one stroking the base in tight, twisting motions, the other gently massaging his balls, rolling them in her palm.
Frieza watched her—unblinking—taking in every detail: the way her lips stretched obscenely around him, the thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock every time she pulled back, the way her ears twitched with every deep suck, the faint flush spreading down her neck and across her chest.
She looked up at him—eyes watering slightly from the depth—seeking approval.
Frieza's thumb brushed her cheek—gentle, almost tender.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Just like that."
Miruko whimpered around him—hips squirming against the sheets, thighs pressing together as fresh arousal leaked from her still-sensitive pussy.
She sped up—head bobbing faster, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing harder. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room—obscene, rhythmic—mixed with her muffled moans and his low growls of approval.
Frieza's hips twitched—once—instinctively thrusting shallowly into her mouth.
Miruko took it eagerly—relaxing her throat, letting him slide deeper until her nose brushed his pelvis.
She held there—gagging softly—eyes watering—then pulled back slowly, tongue dragging along the underside the entire way.
Frieza groaned—low, guttural—head tipping back slightly.
~ "Fuck…"
Miruko smiled around him—proud, eager—then dove back down, sucking harder, faster, determined to make him lose control.
Frieza's hand tightened in her hair—not pulling, just holding—as his breathing grew ragged.
He was close.
Miruko felt it—felt him throb against her tongue, felt the way his thighs tensed under her palms.
She doubled her efforts—head bobbing frantically, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, the other rolling his balls gently.
Frieza's control snapped.
He growled—deep, primal—hips bucking once, twice—then came hard down her throat.
Thick, hot ropes flooded her mouth—spurt after spurt—filling her until it leaked from the corners of her lips.
Miruko swallowed greedily—moaning around him—milking every drop, tongue swirling to clean him as he pulsed through the aftershocks.
When he finally stilled, she pulled off slowly—lips swollen, chin glistening—then licked him clean with soft, kittenish laps.
Frieza exhaled—long, satisfied—hand stroking her hair gently.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Miruko looked up at him—eyes shining, cheeks flushed—then shifted lower.
She settled between his legs again—this time facing away slightly—lifting one foot and resting it against his still-hard cock.
Frieza raised an eyebrow—intrigued.
Miruko's toes curled around his shaft—soft, delicate—then she began to stroke him with her feet: slow, firm slides, soles pressing against the underside, toes teasing the head.
Frieza groaned—low, appreciative—head tipping back.
~ "Nngh…"
Miruko smiled—shy but pleased—working him with both feet now, one stroking the length while the other teased his balls, rolling them gently.
Her arches were perfect—soft, warm—providing just the right amount of pressure and friction.
She sped up—feet moving in tandem—sliding up and down his shaft, toes curling around the head on every upstroke.
Frieza's breathing grew heavier—hips twitching slightly—matching her rhythm.
~ "That's it… good girl…"
Miruko whimpered—pussy clenching at the praise—her own arousal dripping down her thighs again.
She kept going—faster, firmer—until Frieza's cock throbbed hard between her feet.
He came again—thick ropes shooting across her soles, dripping between her toes, coating her feet in white.
Miruko moaned—soft, needy—watching it happen, feeling the hot pulses against her skin.
When he finished, she lifted one foot—showing him the mess—then slowly licked one toe clean, eyes locked on his.
Frieza's smile was slow—dangerous—satisfied.
"Perfect," he murmured.
He reached down—pulling her up and into his arms—kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.
Miruko melted against him—soft, submissive—already aching for more.