[ One day, Weiss will pick up on it. She's not quite sure what the big deal is with her expressions, when everybody does say things like that. Weiss reveres no god, even if the Two Brothers did create the world she protects and loves. In fact, they're pieces of shit. And if she did know of Kazuya's personal feelings against the god of his world, she might tone it down a little.
Or she could continue, if it meant it stirred his more aggressive side. At this time, it's too much to handle, and she lets out yet another loud moan. When he lifts her ass some and she feels him thrust into her deeper, tears appear on the corners of her eyes.
He's wearing her out, and as much as this feels like it's too much? It's too much of pleasure, that Weiss can't even hate it. She taps on his shoulder, calling his name over and over, as if to tell him that he's being too much, but her body tells him otherwise. It tells him to keep going, that she'll squeeze him for every last drop he could ever hope to give her, to fuck her harder, harder, more— ]
Kazuya!
[ Her hand curls against his skin, nails digging into it and scratching him. Light red lines paint what she's grabbed of him, and she holds onto him tight as she's sent yet to another climax. Seconds later, she lets go and she's limp again, absolutely breathless. ]
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Or she could continue, if it meant it stirred his more aggressive side. At this time, it's too much to handle, and she lets out yet another loud moan. When he lifts her ass some and she feels him thrust into her deeper, tears appear on the corners of her eyes.
He's wearing her out, and as much as this feels like it's too much? It's too much of pleasure, that Weiss can't even hate it. She taps on his shoulder, calling his name over and over, as if to tell him that he's being too much, but her body tells him otherwise. It tells him to keep going, that she'll squeeze him for every last drop he could ever hope to give her, to fuck her harder, harder, more— ]
Kazuya!
[ Her hand curls against his skin, nails digging into it and scratching him. Light red lines paint what she's grabbed of him, and she holds onto him tight as she's sent yet to another climax. Seconds later, she lets go and she's limp again, absolutely breathless. ]