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Something catches the man’s eyes.

It shined more brightly than no other.

Heavy footsteps creak the wooden boards built accordingly, two long arms come to rest at the ledge, squinting out his dark blue eyes at the glimmer of shine. The captain puffs out another cloud of smoke out of curiosity. He raises a brow at the ethereal sight.

His eyes widen at the scene, in which a dainty little thing sits on-top of a rock. An ocean creature of some sort sticking onto its lap. He makes sure to look around to see if any other men stare, huffing a puff of smoke out of relief when he doesn’t find any.

The captain leans his face in his palm, admiring the beauty in-front with a ghost of a smirk.

And they locked eyes, her darling orbs widening at the sight of a human watching her from afar. She’s meek, shy and vulnerable as she slowly sinks back into the waters below, shyly peaking her dainty head out from the rock. Her scales glimmering like no other.

“nii-chan..”

The boards underneath your feet creaks slightly. Kazuha was a light sleeper during specific moments, and he happens to stir from slumber with a light hum, still sluggish from his sleep.

You knew well that he was still processing to cooperate with your small body, cuddling near his with a sweet teddy bear on your side. Then he realised why you were next to him from the shaking and quivering, “nother’ nightmare?” His voice is gentle and sweet compared to your trembling tone. His attempts to soothen your worries were successful as you whimpered slightly, slithering yourself in his blanket to cuddle with him.

You smelt of sweet oceanbreeze and pineapple, the same body-wash he uses in the shower. He unconsciously licks his lips at the scent, his arms pulls you closer to him. With that, he suddenly feels your perky ass pressing onto his crotch. His eyes glance at the thin slip-dress you wore that was topped with a little pink ribbon. Fuck, you looked far too cute to be acting like this. His cock becomes hard behind your plush ass. Your confused to what that poking sensation was, emitting a quiet squeak of confusion.

“nii-chan, what’s that?” You were always such a doting little darling, your hand reaches from behind to grab onto the thing pressing onto your ass so hardly only to find out it was his cock you were handling. But from behind, you merely thought it was his hand pressing onto you. You squeeze it out of comfort, knowing he was behind you to help you sleep soothely during the storm outside. A low groan escapes from his lips.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” All of a sudden, you were pinned down to the mattress at such speed your head becomes dizzy. The ends of your dress fall onto your tummy, and your lips were about to emit a loud squeal from surprise only to find his mouth on yours. Everything was going far too fast for you, and the storms from outside suddenly become numb to your ears. The only thing you managed to hear was your brothers heavy panting, and your panties were no longer covering your clit.

“I—I!! What’re you doing t’ me, stop please! I didn’t mean to— haaaah!~” His cock, forcefully shoved into your aching pussy, thrusts with no preparation for you to handle his size. His rough hands travelled up to hold onto your shoulders for you to be stabilised. His pre-cum acted as a sort of lube to make the friction of his skin in yours to lessen in pain, all of a sudden you couldn’t help but let out sweet moans of pleasure once the pain disappears completely.

“nnhh, nii, feels n-nice..”

Kazuha smiles at your expression, “feels nice yeah? Like it when I do this?” The tip of his cock was angled to hit an unknown spot that has your toes curling for pleasure, drool escaping your lips as you watched him under your long lashes. Weren’t you just a sweetheart? You babble at how he fucked you silly, cumming and cumming after each repetitive thrust. The thought of being scared from a little nightmare was no longer in your mind, only your brothers cock served as a comfort. Your nails dug into your palms as you let your own brother use you as a cocksleeve.

“Gonna fuck the nightmare outta you,” Kazuha groans, feeling your walls clench onto his long length. He’s about to cum, his thrusts became much quicker than before, “Want me to erase the bad dreams in your head away, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes please” You responded so adorably, he couldn’t help but press a kiss on your cheek, “P-please fuck it out of me, only wann’ dream bout’ you.”

“Such a sweet girl, I wonder who taught you all this politeness?” He’s so close to cumming inside of you. Just a few more thrusts..

“Nnn!!! More more— you! It was you nii-chan!!” This was your third time climaxing against him, he fucks his cum into your stimulated pussy. He watches the cum drip from your cunt to the mattress. He’s very satisfied with the answer you squealed out, pressing soft kisses onto your face as you panted from exhaustion. Sweat covered both of your bodies.

The only time of the year in which people get to gather and celebrate a holiday with no dramatic gestures and vendettas against anyone. A party was hosted within your humble abode suggested by you, though your husband was begrudging at first, he sighs once you used your appearance as a tactic to get what you want and appeals.

The frills of the suns heatwave awoken most from slumber, the pearly shine hitting your skin at just the right spots once you flutter your lashes open. Then comes the exciting idea of celebrating Christmas with your loved ones, rubbing your eyes to contain the joy you had. Scaramouche couldn’t help but enjoy your flutters of joy, a content smile on his face once he wakes up in your shared bed. The honest thoughts of irritation from being woken up at such an early time disappears once he glances at your sleepily happy face. He doesn’t hold his annoyance in, and angrily pulls you back in the sheets to sleep a little more with murmurs of swear words. Endearing, really.

Kisses upon kisses where stacked from both the chocolate, and your husband and you. Once Scaramouche had the energy to wake up and start his day, his hand comes to wake you up only to see that your side of the bed was neatly tucked in. Irritation struck his veins, before leaping out of bed and striding to the kitchen, only to see your pretty figure baking sugar cookies for tonight’s party; with the tip of your pink tongue sticking out from concentration.

It smelt of mint and chocolates, batter and flour here and there. You were much more into baking then he was, thus the mess of ingredients pouring out was rarely a scene to see unlike his way of baking. It was a sweet sight to see, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

His thoughts fortunately went to the more malicious intent within the kitchen area. The nice curves of your body that shaped you so finely, plump breasts resting within your nightgown cups that hold them so well, to your finely shaped ass that perked from behind. Just bending over slightly can give him a glimpse of your pink striped panties that where tipped with a little ribbon at the front. He grunts, shaking his head at the nasty thoughts of your pretty self.

“Looking good,” Scaramouche hums, walking to where you were and wrapping his arms around your waist. A kiss was pressed on your neck, enjoying the softness of your skin.

“mm, the cookies or me?” A giggle escapes your lips, only for a meek squeak to come out when he sucks on your neck with a grumble, “Y’know what I mean, darling.”

“Hnnh, c—cmon, we just woke up..” Sweet moans that he-oh-so-loved was heard quietly under your lips. His knee was placed between your legs, your ass perking up slightly once he places it at your covered part. The things you had in your hands to make the cookies where dropped from the sudden sexual activity he wanted. A whine comes out from your lips, unconsciously grinding yourself onto his thigh from behind.

“Naughty girl,” Scaramouche’s hands come from behind and cupped your breasts, “Knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

He kneads your breasts in his hands, tweaking your covered nipples. You whine at the mean action, trying to get out of his grip. It got stronger from your pathetic struggling, and the knee to your crotch area was rubbing against it, dampening your panties at the gesture. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but move your hips at grind down on him. His fingers flipped up the ends of your night gown, the sight of your plump ass just for him. One hand from your breast came down to grab the soft skin of one of the cheeks on sight. Your striped pink panties looked so cute, slowly taking it off before slipping a few of his digits inside your soaked hole with a low groan, gripping your hips with such a tight grip. He curls the tip of his fingers inside, earning a wail of pleasure.

“Ah-hnng, k-kuni— stop… n-needa finish this first..” he pumps them inside your pussy so well. He feverishly ignores your quiet protests, his other hand comes down to rub at your clit. Once his fingers came down to rub circles on your pussy, the walls of your cunt tightens around his long fingers. Each time his digit comes down to push inside of you, it hits the spongey part that has you becoming delirious at any time. Chants and alluring mantras echoed throughout the kitchen from your throat. The thought of baking where now long gone, focusing at the fact that your husband was finger-fucking you so well. In just a few minutes, you came with a gasp.

Your panting from the intense session, drool escaping your lips. Shakily picking the plastic spatula you had dropped a few moments ago, “Haah… ahn.. O-okay, you had your fun… let me do m— annh~ no more!!!” He cuts you off by slipping his hard cock inside of you. Still so overstimulated from the previous session, the pleasure doubled each time he slowly thrusts his hips into yours. The spatula you had now clattered down onto the bench as you desperately held onto the edge, chin on the marble top with drool escaping your lips once again.

“Like your early present, hon?” Near the end of his sentence, his thrusts are so much deeper than the last, hitting your sweet spot too easily for your liking. A little ‘uhuh’ was heard from yourself, only to be covered down by the wails of moans and squeals. You felt like you were about to cum yet again from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. The grip on your hips released and where now cupping at your breasts, he puts his chin at the curve of your neck before tilting his head down to sink his teeth into your soft skin.

Creams of white halos formed around his cock, cum drips on the floor. Your panties that were moved from the side now had a few cum marks.

He knew all of your weakest spots so well, he angles his cock to pummel into you more as more cum pours out of your hole. Tears of pleasure drip from your water lines, tongue lolling out of your lips as your eyes roll at the back of your head.

“C-Cummin… ‘gain..” You gasped out, completely knocked out on the bench top. The warmth of his semen filling you up made you whine at the sensation.

The two of you rested on the kitchen bench, gasping and panting from the intense session. He doesn’t remove his cock from your hole, rather using it as a sort of plug for the cum to not spill out.

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The batch of cookies where finished up by Scaramouche. Purposely, he made a few of the ginger-bread man shaped cookies have a frowny face drawn with frosting.

Fresh out of the shower, your hair smelt of strawberry and roses combined from your sweet scented shampoo. You, despite your legs uncontrollably shaking from you and Scaramouche’s quickie, were trying out a few costumes you bought ages ago.You were unable to find a good time to wear any of them. Despite not wearing any of them once you bought them, they where still in very good tact, the short red skirt with white fluff at the end looked so cute, while the top was still as small as ever, but nevertheless it still fit your figure perfectly.

“Kuni!! What do you think?” You hear the door of your shared room open, quickly turning your head towards his figure slanting on the slide with a lopsided smirk. His finger makes a sort of twirl motion, signalling for you to show your whole outfit to him. Obediently, you twirl around, enjoying how the skirt puffed up lightly and making your pretty figure even more cuter than before. A shy smile appears on your face, “All dolled up f’ me? Don’t you just look like a sweetheart?”

You feel yourself going all warm inside, shyly looking down at the ground with your hands behind your back. A gentle ‘cmere’ from him makes you swoon even more from the tone of his voice. Once you were infront of him, he becomes more affectionate, grabbing at your hips and rubbing circles, before leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. You flutter your lashes at him, leaning in to rest your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

“So cute,” He murmurs, “All for me?” He repeats.

“mhm,” With that, he lovingly takes you to the bed. You gasp, squirming out of his grip.

You whine, “Nooo, we just had sex, m still so sensitive!!!” Trying to push him off of your significantly smaller figure off of him.

He squints his eyes at you, “You can take another round.”

“I just took a shower!!! I don’t wanna take another one, cmoonn— haaah~.” Getting interrupted by Scaramouche moving your panties aside and licking a long stripe of your cunt with his tongue, you moaned loudly at how lovely it felt. The pleasure you felt back when you were at the kitchen had just popped in your stomach, bucking your hips at his mouth, fingers twirled in his hair. Scaramouche acts as if he was hungered, hungrily slurping at your juices. It was too much to process, too caught up with the pleasure that you don’t notice Scaramouche’s fingers coming to plunge into your hole.

“—nnnh noo~” Whining and crying, you yelled once he penetrated your sopping cunt with his digits, curling into that one spot that always gets your toes curling from pleasure. Your whiny moans of telling him to quit it were ignored, repeatedly thrusting his long fingers into you. Your thighs tremble with each powerful thrust, but it sends great waves of goodness that gets you drooling every time he finger-fucks you. Your climax is near, and it doesn’t (it does) help that his tongue was toying with your sensitive clit so eagerly.

You’re close, and he knows it. He feels your walls clench around his fingers tightly.

When you come undone, a squeal manages to escape your soar, yet tired throat. The mantras of alluring voices were now dulling down, only pants and gasps were heard echoing through the room with his fingers seeping out of your wet pussy. Your new panties were now soaked yet again.

Angrily, you squirm under him with a light growl. Not at all was it deemed to be serious, only playful. You reminded him of an angry little chipmunk, “Stop doing that!!”

“Doing what?” He retorts with that cheeky smirk.

“S—stop doing— nnh, just stop being so horny all the time! We have a party to host very soon.”

“You have a party to host. I didn’t agree to this.”

“You’re still helping me out, whether you like it or not. Ooh, that reminds me, did you finish off the cookies while I was in the shower?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “Mh. Yeah, you can check it out yourself. I’m quite good at frosting treats.” He seemed a little proud of his last sentence. You couldn’t help but giggle softly.

A little smile pops on your face, struggling to get out of bed from your shaky legs. Scaramouche has a faint smile on his face, satisfied at the scene in front of him as he crosses his arms and watches you struggle, “Need help?”

You huffed at him, ignoring his snarky question before slamming the door shut. To be angry at him was an understatement once you saw how he decorated the sugar cookies with frowny-faces. How annoying.

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Decorations were one of the most important things to note when special occasions happen. Without decorations, most events would be totally bland, and boring. With that, a pink box filled with Christmas decorations was settled just in front of you to make things a lot easier and quicker. A mistle-toe tied with a pink ribbon was in one hand, while the other was preoccupied in helping you to stabilise your ability in standing in tip-toes.

Once succeeded in tying the pink ribbon together and hanging it up on the frame of the door, you’re far too busy admiring the adorable contrast in colour between the mistletoe’s ribbon and the colour of the wall. You don’t notice the figure standing behind you. You don’t bother to squat down to get whatever you need from the box due to laziness and the struggles, so you bend from the hip to pick up a few more pretty decorations. With that action placed, Scaramouche can see the view of your panties shaping your ass finely. The fabric was so thin, he could see the lines of your already stimulated clit from a while ago. It gets him hard thinking of what happened just a few hours ago.

A shrill yell is heard from you when you feel a hand groping the squishiness of your ass, immediately dropping whatever you were holding and straightening your back, only for it to hit Scaramouche’s chest with an ‘umph!’

“No, no no no noo,” You feel his covered cock on your ass, “Not again, Kuni this is the third time.”

“M’ horny, s’ your fault.” He bluntly says.

“How’s it my fault!!” You’re confused as to how it was your fault, oblivious.

“You’ve got a ton of cute panties.” Oh. Maybe it would’ve been a smart idea to wear shorts underneath the mini-skirt you were wearing. You visibly deflate, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, relaxing in his touch before heaving out a loud sigh.

“Just— ugh, make it quick.” As soon as you give him access, he snugs out his hardened cock and proceeds to move your panties aside and thrust his hips into yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your walls clenched around him tightly at the abrupt intrusion. His hands groped at your covered breasts that were threatening to spill out of your top, moulding it as if it were a batch of soft dough.

Shaky moans escape your lips once again, your plump ass on display as your skirt was flipped up from his quick fingers. Unlike the other sessions, you prepare yourself for trembling legs again, ready for the soreness of your hips.

Genuinely, you’ve started to enjoy the feeling of being fucked anywhere at anytime by him alone. Something about that thought has your insides getting all warm and blushy, it starts to get you even more wet than before. His fingers toy with your hardened nipples, still covered by the dumb top you wore. Being treated like a fuck-toy was at the same time both heartless, desperate yet so desiring to fulfill for Scaramouche only.

The previous sex sessions he’s had with you has made you stimulate into further pleasure once he pummels his cock into you with such roughness, each thrust knocks out a breath from you with little ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ coming out. It was cute, to be honest yet so whorish. It was much easier for you to reach your climax, and just before you even thought about cumming, you did. He doesn’t stop, and he won't stop.

Tears filled your water lines, tongue lolled out of your head as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His cock drove you to overstimulation again, tingles and shocks of pleasure courses through your body as he slowly but surely gets you wrapped around his fingers. It was amazing, it was an out of world experience as you desperately held onto the wall that helped you from collapsing from exhaustion.

Once he cums, he cums. A lot. He blows his load deep inside your guts with a low groan, breeding you to clouds above. You guess hosting a Christmas party with cum leaking from your panties isn’t such a bad idea. The scent of sweat and sex covers the whole room as he pulls out his red cock out of your heat.

Scaramouche’s hands are wrapped around your shoulders to rise you from the ground, a cute squeal escaping your plump lips as you fall on his chest from the sudden act, hungrily peppering kisses down your neck and cheek from behind while his hands were groping on your breasts. Sweet whines and soft moans escape your lips at the feeling of his rough hands simultaneously grabbing at your tits, squishing them with such intensity it brought you endless pleasure.

“W—Welcome home, Kuni.!” you speak in a tone as if his behaviour was normal, an everyday act that corresponds to your gentleness. You didn’t mind it, of course. He hums in response, before burying his face into your shoulder and inhaling your sweet scent, “Missed you.”

It wasn’t uncommon for your husband to be so clingy at times like this, and you knew the only thing he’d like was to grab at the soft, kneadable, plush on your chest. Non-verbally or not, your small hands shyly brought his own back on your chest, waiting for the squeezes to come. Inevitably, he did return to kneading it in his touch, admiring how soft and nice they were. He enjoys the quiet wails escaping your throat as you leaned your head on his chest, “M-missed you too, Kuni!!”