[It's his name she cries out, his name she chants like a prayer and says needily, desperately, filling his head and reverberating in his skull with every passionate cry she makes, every movement of her body against him, the way she's so hungry for what he can offer, what he can provide.
It fills his head, his body with a need for her in turn. The urge is there again, reminiscent of the first time they'd done this. That same urge and desire to mark and claim her as his, to own her wholly and completely, more than just on a physical level. Kazuya wants her, wants everything about her, doesn't want anyone else laying a hand on her without his permission.
It's the urge that drives him to continue sucking on her as she cums and this time he can tell, in the way that she stills, the sounds she makes that stoke the fire in him harder, the way there's more wetness and slickness against his face. He stops suckling on her a few seconds later, instead moving his tongue against her in slow, broad strokes to continue to taste her, to work her down from her high gently, though the fact he's still gripping onto her thighs means she won't be going anywhere any time soon.
If given the chance, he'll all too eagerly work her up again with his tongue, greedily take more of her ambrosia for himself.]
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It fills his head, his body with a need for her in turn. The urge is there again, reminiscent of the first time they'd done this. That same urge and desire to mark and claim her as his, to own her wholly and completely, more than just on a physical level. Kazuya wants her, wants everything about her, doesn't want anyone else laying a hand on her without his permission.
It's the urge that drives him to continue sucking on her as she cums and this time he can tell, in the way that she stills, the sounds she makes that stoke the fire in him harder, the way there's more wetness and slickness against his face. He stops suckling on her a few seconds later, instead moving his tongue against her in slow, broad strokes to continue to taste her, to work her down from her high gently, though the fact he's still gripping onto her thighs means she won't be going anywhere any time soon.
If given the chance, he'll all too eagerly work her up again with his tongue, greedily take more of her ambrosia for himself.]