[ It's that cry, that one singular cry that pierces his skull and makes him... Not rude, not bitey, but more aggressive in how he works his tongue. Logically, Kazuya knows that the phrase is definitely one used in the throws of pleasure, that it means he's doing a good thing, but...
He doesn't want her to say it like that, wants her to only cry out his name, not any sort of divinity that she definitely doesn't know about, because she's not even from a remotely similar universe.
The hands on her thighs give another squeeze, helping her to rock against his mouth. If he wants her focus to be on him, for her to cry his name again and only his name, he needs to do better.
Kazuya relaxes his jaw a bit, licks against her core harder and teases penetration with his tongue shallowly as she coats his face in her juices. ]
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He doesn't want her to say it like that, wants her to only cry out his name, not any sort of divinity that she definitely doesn't know about, because she's not even from a remotely similar universe.
The hands on her thighs give another squeeze, helping her to rock against his mouth. If he wants her focus to be on him, for her to cry his name again and only his name, he needs to do better.
Kazuya relaxes his jaw a bit, licks against her core harder and teases penetration with his tongue shallowly as she coats his face in her juices. ]