A beat of silence. Then the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Took your ribs long enough to heal,” he mutters. One calloused hand finds your hip, thumb pressing just hard enough to guide you backward until your spine meets the door you just closed. He doesn’t crowd you yet, just holds you there with that single point of contact. “Was starting to think you’d forgotten.”

“I didn’t forget,” you say, and it comes out breathier than intended. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

His thumb strokes once. “Mhm.”

And then he drops to one knee.

His hands are sliding up the outside of your thighs, getting rid of your straps and pants. Cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you suck in a sharp breath.

Levi pauses, nose brushing the front of your underwear. He inhales like he’s savoring wine.

“Already soaked through,” he observes, almost clinically. But the rasp in his voice betrays him. “Been wet since you walked in here?”

You swallow. “Since… probably since I decided to come here.”

“Hm.”

That’s all the warning you get.

He hooks two fingers in the waistband and drags the fabric down your thighs in one smooth pull, letting it pool at your ankles. Then his hands are on the backs of your knees, bending them gently, spreading you open while he settles between your legs like he’s done it a thousand times. Your back scrapes the wood of the door when he hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue is so soft it’s almost polite.

The second is not.

He licks a broad, firm stripe from your entrance to your clit and then seals his mouth over the swollen bud, sucking lightly. Your hips jerk forward on instinct. He makes a low sound of approval against you, the vibration ripping a helpless little noise out of your throat.

And then he gets to work.

Levi eats you out like it’s a mission objective: precise, relentless, devastating. Flat tongue lapping broad strokes, then pointed flicks directly on your clit, then slow, sucking pulses that make your knees threaten to give out. When your fingers tangle in his hair he just grunts and presses closer, nose pressed to your mound, tongue spearing inside you only to drag back out and circle your clit again.

Minutes blur.

Your thighs start trembling. You’re pretty sure you’re babbling: half-formed praise, nonsense syllables, his name over and over like a broken record. He doesn’t let up. If anything he gets meaner about it: two fingers sliding in, curling, stroking that spot while his tongue works ruthless little circles on your clit. You come the first time so hard your vision whites out, he doesn’t stop. Just growls against your cunt and keeps going, licking you through the aftershocks until you’re squirming, oversensitive and giggling deliriously.

“Levi, fuck wait! Too much haahh—”

He pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice wrecked. “You begged for this.”

“I knooow!” Another helpless giggle spills out as he drags the flat of his tongue over your clit again, slow and cruel. “But hah brain’s melting. ”

“Means I’m doing it right.” He sucks hard. Your back arches off the door.

He makes you come a second time like that: still standing, thigh shaking on his shoulder, fingers yanking at his undercut while you giggle and gasp and beg incoherently. Then a third, this time with three fingers stretching you open and his tongue lashing your clit so fast you can barely breathe.

By the fourth you’re sliding down the door, legs jelly. He catches you easily, hauls you against his chest and carries you the few steps to his cot like you weigh nothing. Drops you on the thin mattress, spreads your thighs wide again, and dives back in.

"Wait wait wait," you say, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. "Again?"

Levi licks his lips, giving you the most lustful expression he has ever put on his face. His eyes are shining, he's rock hard trying to not hump the bed and his lips and chin are glistening because of you.

"Yes," he says, giving you a wet kiss on your thigh, then another right on your bush. "Taste so fucking good."

That sends a full shiver along your body. You run your hands through his hair again, pushing him into your pussy. He goes slower this time, teasing your clit and just licking your hole without actually pushing his tongue inside.

He looks up at you, enjoying the desperate faces you made, as well as the dumb whines you let out.

"L-Levi, c'mon," you manage to say in a breath.

"Mhm?" He lifts his head fully from your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing. "Yes, darling?"

The fucking petname makes you roll your eyes and sigh, you've known him for a long time to know when he's fucking with you.

"Make me cum," you tell him, brushing a strand of his hair. "Please."

He blinks slowly, almost forming a smirk.

"Again?" And now he's mocking you, his cheek pressed to your inner thigh, his hand going up and down your puffy lips, touching everywhere except where you need him.

You narrow your eyes at him, chest still heaving, thighs trembling on either side of his smug face.

“Leviiii.”

He hums like he’s got all night. The pad of his middle finger traces the slick outer edge of your folds then dips just barely inside your entrance before retreating again.

You let out a frustrated little huff that turns into a whine when he deliberately blows a cool stream of air across your swollen clit. Your hips twitch upward, chasing contact he refuses to give.

“Use your words,” he murmurs against your thigh. His lips brush your skin as he speaks, you can feel the shape of every syllable. “Thought you wanted me to make you come. Or was that someone else moaning my name five minutes ago?”

You grit your teeth. He’s enjoying this way too much; the power trip, the way you’re falling apart under the lightest touch, the way you can’t quite hide how badly you need him to stop playing and just do it.

“Stop being a tease,” you snap, voice cracking on the last word because he chooses that exact second to drag the very tip of his tongue in the slowest, feather-light circle around your clit without ever making real contact.

He pulls back again, just far enough that you feel the loss of his breath like a physical thing.

“Tease?” He tilts his head. “I’m just making sure you’re ready. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.” His fingers part your lips again, spreading you open so he can watch the way your entrance flutters uselessly. “Look at that. So needy it’s practically begging.”

“Levi.” Your voice is dangerously close to a growl.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The pet name drips like honey and venom at the same time. He presses the flat of his tongue right against your clit letting you feel the heat and the texture and nothing else. Then he pulls away again. “You were saying?”

That’s it.

You’re done.

Both hands fist in his hair as hard as you can and you yank him forward with zero gentleness, shoving his face straight into your cunt.

“Shut. Up,” you hiss, grinding against his mouth before he can even react. “And eat me like you fucking mean it.”

For half a second he freezes, surprised, maybe even impressed.

Then he laughs against you, the sound muffled and dark and vibrating straight through your core.

He grabs the undersides of your thighs, hooks both legs over his shoulders in one brutal motion and devours you.

Just hungry, filthy, open-mouthed sucking, tongue plunging inside you, curling, fucking in and out before dragging up to lash your clit in tight, relentless circles. His nose grinds against your mound with every pass and his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise. He groans like he’s starving and you’re the first real meal he’s had in years.

You arch so violently your spine leaves the mattress.

“Fuck fuck fuck yesss. There, right haah there”

He doesn’t answer. Can’t. Too busy drinking you down, lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard while two fingers slam back inside and crook against that spot that makes your vision spark white.

You come so fast it almost hurts. Shattering, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head like you’re trying to suffocate him. He doesn’t stop. Just keeps licking, slower now, drawing it out until you’re shaking and whimpering and trying to push him away because it’s too much, too sensitive, too good.

He finally pulls back when you’re practically sobbing with overstimulation, lips and chin absolutely drenched, eyes blown black with lust. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then crawls up your body until his weight pins you to the cot.

You’re still panting, dazed, when he leans down and kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself all over his tongue.

When he breaks away, his voice is wrecked.

“Next time you want my mouth,” he mutters against your lips, “just say so. Don’t make me work for it.”

You manage a breathless laugh, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“Next time,” you rasp, “I’m sitting on your face until you beg me to stop.”

His eyes flash. “Promises, promises.”

In fact, he could already sense it, see it. The rocky edges of the small isle. Sharp and shimmering under the pale moonlight, lighted solely by its cold beams and lightnings slashing the enraged sky.

He could see the foam swelling near the ship, with pearly scales appearing here and there, coating the full length of heavy tails.

He could hear the melody, carried by the storm, right towards their ship. Like birds chirping, the glazed sweetness that warmed the shivering hearts of sailors and lulled them into the clutches of deadly creatures.

Choso has never met the sirens, although he had seen them.

The enchanting, nymph-like beings frolic near the seaside, giggling and singing softly as they bathed on the warm rocks. Their skin always shimmered like gold under the warm rays of sunshine, reflecting off the crystal droplets coating their bodies.

The creatures of utmost beauty and lethal nature. Nightmares of every passing ship. One of the few divinities a mortal could actually meet, yet everyone who tried to ogle them from the dense forest, lurking at their gleaming bodies dipping into the sea, would surely end up dead.

But not Choso.

He, somehow, as a simple sailor with only a few foolish things to his name, managed to get close to those mysterious beings. Close enough to smell their skin – the scent of a sweet ocean breeze and sweat, as they soaked in the sun all day. To hear their lovely hums without going absolutely mad, and to cherish them while watching from behind the massive boulders. Big enough to cover his body completely and let him hold dear this special moment.

As myths and legends of forbidden love always go, there was one most enchanting siren, whom the poor sailor couldn't keep his eyes off.

The one, whose tail shimmered the brightest, covered in lovely pinkish scales woven with golden thread. With skin soft as flowery petals, although he never touched it with his own, calloused fingers. With a voice so lovely it lulled him to sleep, whenever he came to the seaside on late, late nights.

When nothing but the gentle waves and low hum of crickets filled the humid air.

He could be more daring. Braver, lurking behind the boulder with his gaze fixed on your body spread out on the sand and the turtles sleeping peacefully near your tail. Cherish the longing melody directed at the moon, as you sang it loudly and clearly, filling Choso's ears with the sweetest ambrosia.

Nights like this were always his favourite. Making his heart swell with a certain pride, as if he were a chosen one. The only one who could hold you dearly in his own, foolish way – never making a step, never saying a word.

But it was enough. He simply didn't need more.

And you… You seemed not to care about him at all.

Even if you sensed his presence, it seemed that this foolish sailor boy was of no danger or harm. As long as he was simply there, lurking from between the trees without sticky hands trying to grab you or your sisters, there was no need to kill him.

And thus, simply because of it, Choso started believing that the heavens had blessed him. Allowed to be the only mortal who could get close to such deadly and mysterious creatures as the daughters of the sea.

But then the storm came as he and his crew crossed the Aegean Sea and aimed for Athens. The journey was long and tricky, yet they finished it time and time again, always without a sweat and with goods delivered on time.

None of them expected the sudden hurricane, which raised the crystal waves to meters high and swelled beneath their ship. But even this would be manageable. At some point, the waters would calm down, and Choso with his crew would find their way to the shore.

Now, however, with the devilish melody slipping warmly into his men's minds, Choso knew that it was over. For the sirens' voice was more treacherous than Poseidon's wrath. A spell of the most unkind sort, luring the foolish man into their warm, open arms, only to sink their teeth deep into the flesh.

With fifty men on the ship, there was no chance for Choso to save everyone. Nevertheless, he needed to try.

"Close your ears," his shout tried to rip itself through the eruption of clashing waves. "The sirens are here, close your ears! Don't listen to them!"

His men started to panic, with low, frightened tremblings filling the drenched deck.

"Sirens? How is it possible?"

"Dear Gods, save us!"

"What Gods? No one will help us! That's it, we're done here!"

The terror grew as the haunting melody sharpened and became more distinct, as if a dozen or so sirens circled the ship. Choso stood on the deck, watching the shimmering tails and wet heads slipping from the tall waves. One more lovely than another, with long, flapping tails and warm eyes fixed on their prey.

With his hands covering ears, he couldn't hear much, and yet the sight of pearly smiles and soft arms stretched towards them was enough to feel the urge to jump right into their loving clutches. To feel the sweetness of their kisses on his cheeks, delicate fingers wrapping around his neck with the utmost fondness, till at last sharp teeth would dig into his body and take it deep under the sea.

As the ship drew nearer to the stony island, he finally realised that the helmsman, immersed in the melody, was completely lost. With both hands on the wooden wheel and a foggy gaze, he had no thoughts, steering the vessel directly toward the sirens' isle.

"No," Choso gasped, running towards the wheel. "No, fuck, wake up!" he screamed and screamed, but nothing could mute the sirens' sweet voices.

The melodic come to me, sweetheart, and, I'll treat you well, darling, or, come closer, fill me with your love. Sometimes it would be only the singing, sweet and treacherous, with a maddening power to possess the men's simple minds.

Choso shoved the helmsman aside and hurried to cover his ears.

He looked around and saw utter chaos. A few men took cover in the wet corners of the ship, clutching their heads and praying fervently. Others jumped off the deck, heading straight for the siren's open arms, foolishly lured by the sweet and tempting promises they had convinced themselves of.

The bodies fell one by one, and soon a wave of screams rose from the pearly foam, as the crystal waters turned crimson. Sirens' strong hands sank the sailors, only to rise to the surface again and wait for another fool.

The helmsman curled under the wheel as Choso took over the steering.

And that was his biggest mistake.

As he took his hands off his ears, all the melodic whispers and giggles suddenly reached him. Loud and clear, one voice sweeter than the other, choking him with an overwhelming power until breathing alone became too difficult. A warmth spread all over his chest, as if the sole sensuality of the voices made his heart beat faster and his skin coat in sweat. The heat hit his cheeks, fever broke, but it wasn't caused by sickness, no.

But by all the devilish oaths, hitting him like an aphrodisiac and pulling towards the ship's edge. He tried to fight the filthy warmth filling his body. The need to jump overboard and nuzzle into the sirens' warm, plush skin.

He gripped the wheel tighter, trying to get the ship away from the stony island. The storm was ravaging the vessel, and yet it seemed that the brutal wind finally started to bend under his pleas. He rolled the wheel, and rolled, and rolled, till the massive, wooden structure slowly turned back towards the open sea.

Men were jumping one after another, and he estimated that half of the crew was already dead. Sirens circled the ship tighter, voices even-pitched, sweeter, making him tremble from the overwhelming heat.

But he was strong, Choso had believed. He could fight them, as no woman was able to make him mad enough to force him to jump overboard. Saving his life was far more crucial than those few, mere seconds of pleasure spent in sirens' arms.

With fingers clutching the wheel and the storm still fierce, he steered the ship away from the island into the endless sea. Pale moonlight struggled to pierce the thick clouds overhead, while ghostly lightning forked across the sky, illuminating his rain-slicked face.

He screamed to his men, telling them to hang in there, to stay calm, hoping that a few of them who still nuzzled into the dark corners of the ship wouldn't go absolutely mad. Sirens sang louder, and Choso thought with nail and tooth to keep his mind clear. But the lustful fever was making him weak, melting his body into a trembling mess, until he needed to grip the wheel tighter to keep from falling.

And then…

Then the catastrophe came.

"Sailor boy," whirled in the air, reaching his ears. His body suddenly froze, eyes widened. "Sailor boy, come here."

The voice was distinct from the others – sweeter, kinder, with a silky undertone that pierced straight to his heart.

"Sailor boy, I know you're there," a melody rumbled through his body once again, forcing Choso to let go of the wheel.

Driven by madness, he slowly moved down the deck, sneakily gliding over the ship's edge. The dark, infinite sea stretched out before him, with pearly waves crashing against each other. Among other lurking sirens, with giggles and claws poised to seize his lustful body – there was you.

Calm and beautiful, with wet hair curling around your cheeks and slightly lidded eyes looking up at him. Water dripped down your shell-covered breasts, and moonlight bounced off the wet skin.

Your gaze carried a kind of grace – patient, almost trusting. And the longer Choso kept looking at you, the more he leaned further forward. Raven hair sticking to his damp neck, lips fallen open, as he tried to fight the heat bubbling in his loins.

"My sailor boy," you chirped, spreading your arms open. Towards the sky, him, with a lovely smile and a little tilt of your head. "Come to me, sailor boy. I know you wish to."

His fingers gripped the wooden side tighter. Till knuckles went white, and breath slipped with a shudder. Wind smacked his cheeks, rain filled the fallen lips as he still, with trembling eyes and body bent in half, looked at your waiting arms.

He wondered how soft your skin would be and what you would taste like if he tried to caress your lips with his. How far underwater would you take him before choking him to death and leaving his body behind, just like you did with all the other men?

Would you devour him right away, or perhaps cherish every piece of his muscular body, which he was ready to offer you on a plate?

Or maybe, just maybe, with gentle fingers, you would first trace his cheeks, gazing deeply into the warm chestnut of his eyes as if meeting a lover’s stare. Run your fingers through his hair and softly press your lips to his, patiently awaiting his response – longing for him to deepen the kiss with the desire of one tempted by forbidden fruit, mindful of the inevitable consequences.

The rest of the crew watched him in fright, yet no one dared to step any closer to the edge. For the captain seemed to fight something none of them could help him with. Something so deeply etched into his chest that he could only grip the deck tighter and lean on the line between life and death.

But then your arms opened even wider, lips curled mischievously, gaze flickered. "My sailor boy, my dearest," the voice suddenly became lower, with the sensual cheekiness swirling in his mind. "Come to me. Let me love you."

Amidst the frightened screams of the crew and the wind whipping his cheeks with sharp, rainy gusts, Choso jumped.

Into the arms of a woman who suddenly turned him into a madman.

𖦹 𖦹 𖦹

He woke up with a sudden realisation that he could still breathe. His body didn't hurt as much as he thought it would after being devoured by a siren, and solely a light pain pulsed on his face.

He raised hand, touching the long, bloody slash marking his nose and cheeks. An ache flickered under his fingers, leaving the crimson, still slightly wet liquid on soft pads.

Moonlight slipped sheepishly through the small opening above, and only then did he realise he had been dragged into the cave. The sand beneath his body was still wet, soaked by the clothes that had weighed him down. He clearly remembered the moment his body touched the cold sea, sinking quickly before a pair of gentle arms pulled him back to the surface.

But the rest of his memory faded, and the bloody mark on his nose was likely caused by a severe blow to his head.

It pulsed a bit, but he was too excited by the thought of still being alive to care about such a minor issue.

He gradually sat up, glancing around the small cave by the seaside. Gentle waves quietly lapped inside, flowing over the golden sand and touching his bare feet. The moonlight glinted brightly in the clear, dark sky, and the warm night air caressed his flushed cheeks. It appeared that, in the end, he wasn't on the rocky siren island, and a breath of relief escaped his lips.

A relief mixed with panic.

Because you weren't here.

He once again looked around, noticing how shallow the cave was. The back wall, covered in slimy seaweed, shimmered under the moonlight, carrying the salty, slightly rotten smell of fish. But nowhere in the cave could he spot the familiar pinkish scales.

"Looking for me, sailor boy?"

His head snapped back towards the entrance.

And there you were – smiling slyly, wet hair cascading down your back, head tilted slightly. You lay on your belly, resting chin on your palm, with long tail swaying back and forth, droplets of crystal-clear water dripping from the soft scales.

A sweet giggle bounced off the stony walls as you looked at Choso's lips fallen open. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me?"

His throat bobbed, fingers gripped the wet sand. "N-No, it's just…"

Too distracted, he struggled to carve into his mind every small detail of your face. His gaze fixated on your lovely eyes, veiled by a gentle fog, where the irises and whites blurred together, almost resembling a spectre. He noticed the gentle curve of your lips and cheeks, which held a slight warmth. Your ears, bent into an eerie shape, slightly pointed and much thinner, added a little uncanny look to your lovely face.

And yet, his breath hitched, and something heavy bubbled beneath the chest. "Why didn't you kill me?"

A sweet hum filled the wet cave, broken only by waves clashing gently against your splayed body. "Would you prefer that, sailor boy?"

"No, i-it's just…" Choso desperately searched for words, but his mind was still as if under the influence of your bewitching spell. "Thank you." That's all he could say, trembling under the heavy gaze of yours.

Lying in front of his seated form, your finger brushed his calf. "It's too early to thank me. You still don't know why I decided to keep you alive."

Heavy muscles bulged under the milky, slightly damp skin, curling around his thick calves and up to beefy thighs. A giggle slipped past your lips as you saw another bulge straining his woollen tunic. With a wetness padding the cloth, trembling slightly whenever your nail marked his skin.

Your fingers travelled up, up, skimming the calves, knees, and thighs, as he slowly spread them open. Chestnut eyes followed your gradually approaching body, crawling closer towards him. Heavy tail dragged on the soft sand as you slowly slipped out of the water.

Leaning on his arm, he gripped the sand harder, ogling carefully the mischievous loveliness twisting your lips.

"Ask me," you whispered, nuzzling into his thigh. Fingers slipped under the woollen cloth, pinching the soft skin. "Ask me why I saved you."

"Why d-did you save me?" he could barely breathe, feeling your digits dangerously too close to his leaking cock.

And then, he felt it. Your thumb pressing onto the wet head, teeth biting gently into the inside of his thigh. A cry rolled out of his lips, little grains of sand dug painfully into his palms.

"I think you're cute," slipped in a giggle, as you licked the bitten skin sweetly. He whimpered lowly, and you noticed crystal droplets swirling in his eyes. "And I need something from you."

But before Choso could ask what, your head slipped under his woollen robes. And then, something in his mind exploded. Sudden pleasure washed over his spine as your lips curled around his cock with a lovely hum, fingers squeezing the pulsing base.

"W-Wait– Ahhh!" his hand landed on your head, but he somehow couldn't bring himself to push you away. Instead, he brushed your hair away, letting himself take a closer, better look at your lovely face.

There was something utterly filthy in the way your pointy ears shivered every time another moan slipped past his lips. How your scales seemed to glow even lighter when his fingers skimmed through your neck, thumb brushing the warm cheek bulging with his feverish head.

You drank the pearly cum swirling on the tip of his cock with a hum before taking him in deeper. Till he could feel the end of your warm throat and muscles tightening around the fat shaft. Delicate fingers played with his balls, and a sudden cry ripped past his lips when you gave them a soft squeeze.

"M-my Goddess–" this time, he tried to push you away, feeling the dangerous heat once again coiling in his loins. "I c-can't, it's too–mhmmm–"

A sudden embarrassment hit his flushed cheeks at the thought of coming that fast. Needing nothing but a single luscious glance of yours and lips locking on his cock. Your head bobbed in frenzied movements, with low hums going straight into his pulsing cock and sending a wave of trembling pleasure down his spine. Nose tickled his pubes, saliva dripping down the veiny shaft, drenched in the honeyed sweetness of your mouth.

Pulling out with a soft pop, your gaze locked with his. "I'm not a Goddess, sailor boy," Choso wished to disagree, but your lips crashed against his. In a quick yet messy kiss, as you bit his lower lip, leaving him with a metallic sweetness and the musky smell of his cock. "But for now, call me whatever you want. As long as you'll give me this," your fingers once again squeezed his tightening balls.

Choso felt dumbfounded, madly besotted, with heart-shaped irises fixed on your face and lips slightly parted. "You want…" he barely pushed, not quite sure whether you were thinking the same thing.

But you nodded gently, giving his cock another squeeze. The flushed head was seconds away from busting, and you could see the milky trace of sticky cum coat the hardened tip.

"Give me a baby," slipped smoothly like a dream, causing Choso to blush deeply. Your hands curled behind his neck, then you pulled him closer, drawing him nearer as you slowly reclined, shifting your positions. "You're such a pretty, pretty boy," your warm thumb brushed his rosy cheek. "Can you do it for me? Do you want to make me pregnant, sailor boy?"

And Choso, with your tail between his thighs and your lovely little head splayed between his hands digging deep into the sand, could do nothing but nod. Slowly, with heat ripping through his body from the inside, and his heart suddenly skipping a few beats.

"Y-yes," he whispered softly, as you pushed behind the ear raven strands of his hair. A gentle sweetness shone in his eyes, melting your heart with its pure and innocent glow. His feelings were so pristine, as he desperately tried to hide this charming bashfulness behind an awkward demeanour. "If you allow me, my Goddess, I do want to–" his throat bobbed, another wave of embarrassment washing over his virgin body. He simply couldn't force himself to admit such a filthy thing!

You giggled, pulling him closer. Till your lips brushed gently and eyes met in a lustful crossing. "Then get to work, my sailor boy. Show me what you got."

Before Choso could ask, flustered, how this was supposed to work, you swiftly lifted your tail, putting the lower half of heavy, pinkish scales on his shoulder. Your hand curled around his, slowly, slowly, guiding it towards the swell of your ass. And then slightly down, through the hard scales covering your whole lower body. Choso tried to remember every little bump, each golden line curling around your tail like a halo, till he finally felt something else.

Something softer, slicker, hidden under a few flakes till you helped him feel the wet entrance of your pussy. His breath hitched, eyes crossed with your mischievous smile, as he sensed the slick coat his palm.

"Can you feel it?" you asked, but something in your voice changed. It became softer, more pleading, with a gentle frown appearing between your eyebrows. "Push them in, mhmm, just like that," guiding him softly, your nails dig into his forearm.

Two thick fingers slipped inside, and he immediately moaned, feeling the maddening tightness of your cunt. Gummy walls – not quite soft, but rather with slight bumps and swells – clamped down on his digits till thrusting them further was nearly impossible.

Choso had never been with a woman before and thus had no basis for comparison. Still, your warmth felt uniquely different from that of humans – slick, slimy, with bulges pressing into his fingers and holding them firmly. His two fingers were trapped in the soft, drenched embrace of your heated cunt, making his mind spin at the sheer thought of feeling you around his cock.

"My Goddess, you're s-so wet," he cried, curling another arm around your tail. His cheek nuzzled into the pink-scaled tail, and the silky fluke fluttered on his shoulder. "So tight, can you r-relax a little?"

When he tried to bend the finger, a sudden jolt of electricity dripped down your spine, and nails dug deeper into his muscular forearm. "I am relaxed, sailor boy. It–ngh–it can't get looser."

Choso was almost losing his mind. The warmth of your cunt burned through his fingers, soft bumps brushed his fingers as he pumped them in slow thrusts. With pads bumping into every swell of your gummy walls and honeyed slick dripping down the drenched sand. It stretched between his fingers, coating them in a weird, slimy softness, and, driven by sheer curiosity, he pulled them out.

Seeing the thought coiling in his mind, your eyes suddenly bulged. "No, wait, you can't–!"

But it was too late.

Two, drenched digits were pushed into his mouth, as he sucked on them with a low hum. His tongue licking them clean, a delicious groan escaped his tightened throat, as the syrupy sweetness exploded on his tongue. His mind started to spin, eyes rolled back, stomach squeezed in an almost painful pleasure and cock, if not hard enough, became almost stony. With head pulsing in feverish need as he brushed the fat shaft against the slick entrance of your cunt.

But something felt wrong… The heat that hit him was too strong, ripping him from the inside with a hungry flame that seemed to grow more resilient.

He looked down, seeing the pearly cum already bursting all over your soft, pulsing cunt, coating the lovely scales with waves and waves of thick semen. And yet, his cock was still rock-hard, throbbing with a raw need to breed your swelling cunt. With small folds puckered out, and a bumpy clit pulsing under the sticky droplets of his semen.

"W-What is g-going–"

"It's like an aphrodisiac," you cried, feeling his warm cum coating your needy pussy. "The slick, it's, mhmmm, you shouldn't eat it."

As the round head of his cock brushed your soaked hole, its muscles tried to draw it in. Your walls tightened around the throbbing tip, causing another surge of pleasure to ripple through Choso's spine and making him climax again with a sticky release.

"I can't, fuck, I-I can't stop cumming," a crying whimper rolled past his lips, as he nuzzled into your tale like a baby. "My Goddess, you tasted s-so, nghh, so delicious, fuck, so sweet. I don't regret drinking it, Idon'tIdon't–ah!"

Oh, what a lovely, whimpering mess he was. Although his massive cock ripped you raw, prising through the swells and bumps with a brutal intrusion, you still managed to giggle cheekily.

A massive arm firmly held your tail in place, while another hand moved down to your pussy. Fingers, a bit clumsy, found your sensitive clit, gently pressing and rolling the soft, pulsing button.

With eyes slightly half-closed and a mind clouded by pleasure, you stared at his face – completely miserable, crying, yet strikingly beautiful, with raven hair clinging to his open lips and a deep furrow across the milky skin of his forehead. His chestnut eyes remained fixed on yours, refusing to break eye contact, even as his hips moved desperately to meet yours. Messy words spilt from his loosened tongue as he kissed, licked, and bit the scales of your tail, making your thoughts whirl even faster.

"Don't, I'm–ahh–sensitive here!"

Deep eyes locked onto you, shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Oh, yeah? Where else are you sensitive, my Goddess?" he murmured, licking your tail again. "Tell me, I want to know every one of your sweet spots."

His thumb rubbed your clit, desperately trying to make your cunt loosen up just slightly. But it seemed that the swells and bumps coating your walls were already relaxed, forcing him to slide through the slick with a beastly thrust. Your cunt squished his cock till you felt every vein, every dripping pearl of his cum with a maddening accuracy.

Your arms spread open, waiting for him to bend over and bury his face in the plushness of your breasts. His fingers ripped the two shells covering your tits with a single tug, finally letting the swelled softness slip into his warm palm.

He leaned forward, folding your tail in half until the thin fluke brushed the sand over your head. "So soft," he whispered, squeezing your breasts with one hand. "My Goddess, you're so soft, e-everywhere," but before a moan could escape your lips, he captured them with his own, drinking in the sweet melody with a low groan. "Where is it? Where is your sweet spot?"

As no matter how hard he forcefully thrusted, how deep his cock slipped into your feverish cunt, it seemed that he still couldn't find this little button that would make you melt under his touch.

He pounded you like a madman, tearing through your clamping walls and sucking gently on your lips, as he felt each and every bump of your cunt. The filthy squelching sound bounced off the cave's wall, as the slimy cum dripped down the curve of your ass.

He mumbled, cried, whimpered miserably where is it where is it where is it, as his cock rummaged through your weeping pussy at a maddening pace, forcing your body to dig deeper into the soft sand. Your breast bounced with every thrust, eyes rolled back whenever he busted inside, filling your womb with heavy waves of cum.

As, dear heavens, he was cumming all the time – from the moment his cock slipped past your swollen folds, till the milky teeth sucked on your neck. The heat caused by your slick was constantly making him cum, till your lower belly bulged from the thickness of milky seed he stuffed you with. It flowed inside your belly, attracting his hazy attention.

His large palm pressed the lower, plump pouch of your belly, feeling the warm liquid spilling inside your puffy womb.

"It's, mhmmm, it's everywhere," you moaned into his lips, pulling him closer. Fingers digging into his hair, eyes glossy whenever the soft skin of his cock pushed your swollen bumps. "The things, ahhh, inside it's–" another cry filled his fallen lips, as the feverish head kissed your overflowing womb. "It's e-everywhere. The bumps–"

"Are your sweet spot?" Choso asked, feeling another wave of heat coiling in his loins. "You wish to tell me that all of them…"

"Yes, fuck, yesyesyes," your eyes crossed in pleasure, when his thumb pinched your clit. Rolling the little button between soft fingers, massaging it in small circles, only to tweak it with a little pain. "So good, mhmm feels s-so good."

And upon hearing it, something in Choso's mind snapped.

Again, again, again, and again, as he pumped his cock with sloppy thrusts. His warm cum filled your womb to the brim, coating his full length with sticky creaminess and spilling through your entrance. He plunged with brutal force, ripping through the swollen bumps that tried to lock him in place.

He pulled back from your neck, taking in the loveliness of your face, utterly lost in pleasure. Kissing warm cheeks, licking the chin, biting down on pointy ears till another moan ripped through your chest and cunt clamped on him tighter.

Tighter and tighter, until Choso somehow felt himself sealed. Your walls softened and expanded, embracing his pulsing shaft with an arousing, warm sensation.

"What's going on?" he brushed away the lost strands of hair stuck to your cheeks. "My Goddess, what–"

"We're, mhmm, mating," your head lulled to the side, and breathing suddenly became harder. He, on the other hand, froze. "You need to s-stay inside till I won't get p-pregnant."

But it was hard to imagine you weren't already with a child, with a lower belly bloated from the sheer amount of cum he filled you with. And when your cunt sealed him with a deathly grip, you finally came. Pulsing around his cock, drenching his hips with the slick sweetness, and bending your back in a delicious arc.

And Choso whimpered, feeling your warm cunt clamp down on him with short pulses, and pressing with his heavy hand on the bloated pouch filled with his semen. Till you cried right into his lips and allowed him to lick the sweat rushing down your temple. So beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful Goddess, bounced off your lips as he mumbled messily like a starving man. Rolling his hips with gentle thrusts, sending waves of pleasure down your spine.

You stayed locked for the next few minutes, and the moment Choso pulled out, his cum burst from your clamping walls. But he, oh, he didn't let it go to waste, quickly slipping beneath your tail and pushing the salty strings back with his tongue.

Drinking, slurping, sucking on your slick mixed with his, till the aphrodisiac once again hit his head. You tried to push him away, overwhelmed from the orgasm that ripped through you a mere seconds ago, but he was completely, utterly lost.

Sucking on your plump clit and stuffing you full with three fingers, only to keep the warm semen deep inside your womb.

He fucked you, caressed you and kissed every part of your body till the soft licks of sun started slipping shyly into the cave. Till your pinkish tail was coated in his cum and belly heavy, overflowing with the creamy warmth.

Sometimes he pounded your back on the sand; at other times, when your scales felt drier than usual, he put you back in the water, filling your tight cunt with calm waves slipping beneath your bodies.

He made promises, large and lovely, while biting and sucking sweetly on your nipples and coating the swell of your breasts with the wettest kisses. He fucked you madly and made love, as if cherishing the moment of intimacy meant only for the lovers.

And you, who initially intended to use him only for this purpose, began to breathe in every soft whisper. To nuzzle into his large, warm hands, kiss the skin on his neck, and look up at his handsome face with a gentle, tender gaze.

Thus, when morning arrived, and you both lay on the warm sand, turning toward each other, a quiet, shy voice said gently, "Allow me to go with you."

Your heart swelled, breath hitched in a tightened chest, seeing the pristine desperation beaming from his eyes. He sighed, feeling your fingers swirl the long, raven hair. "Do you know what you're asking for?"

He nodded, brushing the sweetness of your cheeks.

"You'll never be able to live above the water."

"I know," he added, eyes still kind and utterly hopeless. "I don't mind. As long as I can live with you."

And with a new, such strange feeling blooming in your heart, a soft okay, slipped past your lips.

There was a way to make him breathe underwater. Something sirens kept secret, never letting mortals know about such a deadly weapon.

"Drink my tears, then," you said, rolling him back onto your body. Till he hovered over you, with long, dark strands tickling your cheeks. "Make me cry, my sailor boy, and drink them."

Choso stared at your lovely face, taking in its divine beauty. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered innocently, and you giggled.

Your hands curled behind his neck, drawing him into a soft, dear kiss. "You fool, there's no need to hurt me." A mischievous smile lifted your lips as you once again raised your tail and rested it on his shoulder. "I can think of a few different ways."

And Choso, as a madman, could only follow every wish of his beloved, siren Goddess.

Dearest anon, I hope your wish was fulfilled! And that everyone else also enjoyed it <3

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As, oh dear, her Empress and Emperor were such a lovely couple! Married just a few months ago, but it seemed as Emperor had been wrapped around his lady's sweet finger, following her dear step by step. Such a raw and passionate man he was, tormented by his wife, with or without her by his side, as even with her, he acted as a man tortured. And you, a sweet rose of France, loved him dearly, but took quite a pleasure in making your husband walk by your ankle like a dog. Because the gentleman who soon would control the whole of Europe had just one little weakness – you.

"My Empress, should you write back?" she asked politely, with her head dipped, glancing at your fingers clenched on the paper.

"He's in Italy, isn't he? How often must my husband write, for me to get letters almost every single day," you wondered out loud, already thinking about the one you'll get tomorrow.

All of them were sweet and dear, quite bold even, but always needy. You remembered the one from yesterday, and your cheeks suddenly flushed like cherries.

My love, I've received your two letters, but why so few? Are there days when you don't write to me? Oh my darling, your letters are the joy of my days and the blaze of my nights. Leave a little kiss for me next time, so I can see your sweet lips again! I'm hopeless and sorrowful without you. Since I left, my mind has been nothing but depressed. Join me soon in Italy, you'll love it here, my love. I'll buy you dresses and jewellery, build a mansion in Venice if you wish for it, but please come by and let us enjoy this time together. I miss you dearly, and we shall reunite soon. A kiss on your heart, and one much lower down, much lower! Forever yours, Satoru

Oh, how foul he was, but such passionate too, and you could almost feel his lips fondling your thighs and breasts. He was obsessed indeed, and you have wondered whether your husband was in good health, as no man should be that possessed by madness!

You didn't write every day, but should you? In fact, you liked him a bit frenzied, sore, begging for your attention. You replied to him once, just after his first letter, and it seemed he held onto it dearly, waiting desperately for the next one.

But it wasn't coming! And he was sour about that.

Thus, after not replying to him for a month, it seemed that the Emperor himself got quite mad!

My love, I write to you every day. Sometimes twice! Yet I see no letters of yours, do you still love me? I don't love you; on the contrary, I detest you! A cruel witch you are, unkind to your poor husband. What are you doing in those days when not thinking of me? Where does your heart go if not towards your husband? My love, do you enjoy tormenting me that much? Forever yours, Satoru

And upon reading it with a sly smile, you decided to answer his begging.

My husband, I would answer you sooner, but each time I begin, another letter arrives! You write as if the world ends, but it's been only three months. I adore your passion, but heavens, you are exhausting! Do you love to suffer, my dear? You're writing as if I deceived you! Stop sulking and come home soon.

Oh, how angry he was! For there was no trace of your lips nor smell of your sweetness, and your words he awaited were washed of any fondness. How cruel of you!

My darling, the day when you say "I love you less" will be the end of my life. My love for you is saddened, my heart enslaved, and my mind frightens me... will you ever stop loving me? I cannot go a day without loving you; I cannot even drink my tea without you tormenting my thoughts. Oh my darling, if your love will extinct, I'll throw myself under the guillotine! Why must you be so mean to me? Shall I end my life for you to cherish me a bit more?! Forever yours, Satoru

And as much as you loved to torture him, something panged in your chest upon imagining your poor husband maddened by the playfulness of yours.

So this time you've decided to write him a hearty one, with a cherry kiss left at the end, fragrance of your favourite perfumes sprinkled on creamy paper.

Your maid took it for delivery, and you waited impatiently for the next response from a man who would trade whole Europe just for the single glance of your lovely eyes!

But, surprisingly, you didn't receive any letter the next day, and another one too, thus a little frown has formed between your eyebrows, and your maid has been seeing you waiting by the window every single day. She hated to see her lovely Empress in such mania, with those sweet, pushed lips and arms crossed on her dear chest, as she walked back and forth in the rose garden.

Oh, how strange it was to not read his pouty tears daily! Was he dead indeed?

Your eyes were thus awaiting a delivery desperately, everyone in the palace on tenterhooks, seeing their young Empress so impatient!

Days were going by – two, four, six. Over two weeks passed, and then three, with no letter coming in, and the loveliest French rose withering slowly in the sweet gardens of her mansion. You walked all days sourly, with nothing to cheer you up. Even the company of your favourite ladies turned out to be poor, for a certain sadness always dripped from your gentle voice.

And then, after a month of torment, it finally came. Not just one letter, but two!

Your maid ran towards the garden hectically, with sweat dripping down her temple and eyes filled with cheerfulness. "My Empress," she screamed over the rose bushes. "My Empress, it's here!"

And your head sprang up, hips lifted from the bench, book long forgotten, as you took the letters from her trembling hands.

The first words written by your husband left you speechless.

My love, the coldness of your heart has melted, and nothing affected me more than your last letter. I shall accuse you of witchery, as my soul has been possessed solely by thoughts of you! The kiss of your lips I put to mine and wondered what it would be like to feel the softness of your skin. My love, oh my love! I cannot live like that any longer. I carry your portrait over my heart and imagine it beating together with yours. The letters take so long to deliver, and I'm getting older each day. What if I die on a battlefield without ever tasting you again? My poor heart, oh, my love, I yearn to kiss you once again and taste that sweetness on my tongue. My madness is strangling me, passion burns my soul, for I'm dying to be by your side! Forever yours, Satoru

You coughed, cheeks burning feverishly till your maid asked, "My Empress, do you feel alright?" and you could best give her a nod, for the muscles of your throat clamped tight in embarrassment.

You've heard that your husband carries your portrait, as he said nothing has brought him more luck than having you by his side. A true lucky charm, as he loved to remark, with fondling your skin gently and leaving sweet traces upon your thighs.

You tucked the paper and opened the second letter. But, well, how shocked you were – you and the maid standing right over your shoulder – upon seeing just a single sentence! But as you read it, a sudden tremor moved your heart, and sweat dribbled down your neck.

Home in three days, do not wash! Forever yours, Satoru

"Oh," you could only mutter, mind blank, eyes staring at the pinkish roses of your garden.

And then it suddenly hit.

"My Empress," your maid started, rubbing her fingers nervously. As she also saw the date written on the letter, and if she counted correctly, the Emperor should be–

"It's today," you mumbled quietly, as if to yourself. But your head moved her way, eyes bulging. "Shall he arrive tod–"

You didn't manage to finish it, however, as a sudden commotion in the mansion made you rise from the bench and walk frenzily through the rose bushes. The screams and horses, the agitation that could only accompany the arrival of one man.

Your husband!

The long garments moved together with the fast pace of your feet, breasts sitting plumply in a long, pinkish dress as it slouched off your shoulder slightly, not prissy at all, but rather vulgar for other men to see. Your hair pinned up, brows cressing gently as you walked inside the mansion, straight to the front gate.

But, couldn't you get to the main door as it opened suddenly, and no one but your maddened husband walked inside.

He stood tall, with broad shoulders, still dressed in his blue jacket with gold buttons and light trousers that hugged his legs loosely. The snowishness of his hair blinded you and (almost) weeping eyes looked your way as if lost in agony, with nothing but love lifting up the corners of his lips.

"My love," he grumbled with a strangled voice and opened arms. "I have been waiting for our reunion too long!"

You laughed cheekily, walking towards your husband at an unhurried pace. Arms wrapped around his neck gently, fingers playing with soft strands of his wet hair, as if he was running your way all day and all night, with nothing but sweat dripping down his spine. "My dear, why so early? Shouldn't you leave Italy in a month?"

His muscular arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

Oh, how you enjoyed the look of those crystal eyes, so open and truthful, burning with passion that was clearly eating him alive!

"I couldn't wait," he said, taking your hand and leading you quickly through the corridors of your mansion. "You're such a vile woman! Cruel, wicked, playing with your poor husband's heart like a child," he looked over his shoulder, a bit of playfulness shining in his eye as you giggled softly. You knew the route of the corridor, leading straight to your chamber. "There's nothing to laugh about, my love! I'll show you how much I longed for your touch."

And maybe he was right. You shouldn't laugh, indeed.

℘℘℘

He pushed you on bed the moment the heavy doors of your room closed behind, and almost ripped the undergarments off your drenched legs. His knees hit the floor as you opened your thighs, smooth and drenched, showing the sweetest, the juiciest meal he could ever dream of.

You glanced at him with this cheeky smile dancing on your plump lips and wicked eyes, knowing the impact you had on him. He was nothing more than a tormented man!

You watched him while leaning on your elbows – eyes following snowish hair reaching down, fingers pushing the dress up till your hips, trembling at the sheer thought of finally tasting the sweetness of your pussy after months of nothing but releasing himself to your picture.

He seated you right at the edge of the royal bed, with velvet skin blushing feverishly under his raw kisses and long fingers digging hard into the plush of your thighs.

"M-my Emperor," a pitched moan pushed through your lips, as you tilted your head back. Soft linen of your bedding dipped under your sprawled body, thighs opened wide, skin melting under his lips on the inner thighs. Wet lips going down down down, from the bend of your knee right till the drenched mound.

"Oh my kitty, how I've missed you," he mumbled, as if already drunk, lost, with his head diving deep into the rolls of your cunt, giving it a heavy and nasty smell. "My sweet pussy, mhmmm, I've dreamed about you every night."

"My Emperor, please stop calling her like that. You're so filthy," your strangled voice tried to scold him, but Gojo Satoru, the soon-to-be most powerful man in the whole continent, was deaf to your pleadings.

For there was nothing he dreamed of more than getting drunk on the honeyed saps of his pussy and the plushness of your thighs around his cheeks.

And the moment his tongue finally landed between your folds– SNAP!

The rest of his sanity finally cracked, and a long growl drove through his lips, going straight into your fluttering cunt. You pushed white strands sticking to his forehead, watching the gentle furrow between his handsome brows, eyes closed, tongue working you out – slurping, licking, pushing every nerve of your wet cunt. He pushed a finger in, scooping out more of your creamy cum, tasting you as if he came back starved, with juices dripping down his chin and tongue put flat to your clit.

"My Emperor, aren't you just desperate? Didn't they feed you there?" you giggled, rolling your hips together with a pace of his tongue, riding his face in a fever. "A-ah, slow down a bit, I'm not running anywhere!"

"Ngh, I told you not to wash–mmmmm, I love the smell of your sweat," he mumbled, already giving you a headache. Nasty, nasty man! "My sweet kitty, m-my pussy, thought about you every night, every day, nothing but thought of tasting you again, giving me a strength to fight– nghhh–"

"My Emperor, please, enough!" you cried, hips rolling up and down, thighs trembling as his second finger pushed inside. He caressed your clit with his tongue, smoochering it with kisses, sucking it wetly till his cheeks sucked in.

He growled again, tremors going straight into your cunt, the pads of his fingers finally finding the plush spot that made your toes curl.

"Oh my love, do you feel good? Does my Empress feel good? You're so sweet, god you taste so delicious." his muscular arm landed on your lower belly, pulling you closer to his warm breath. "She missed me so much, sucking my fingers in so desperately. My Empress, you may detest your husband, but she will never betray me!"

Your head lulled back, eyes crossed, when he sucked on your clit again, massaging the plush spot inside with his fingers. His fat fingers already filled you well, as your walls clamped on them tight, flapping everytime he bent them to that spot. Oh, he knew this was your favourite combo, making droplets of sweat form around your temple and thighs tremble in excitement, as you tried to lock them around his head.

"My dear, just s-shut up and m-make me cum," your voice was of the purest melody, tickling his ears with passion and lust, making his heavy cock leak through the pants even more, as he tried to release himself by rubbing against the bed's wooden leg.

The look on his face was enough to feel a sudden warmth in your belly. He looked absolutely defeated, lost like a child, with beefy arms hugging your thighs, pulling you closer and closer, till the hilt of his nose brushed your clit. His lips devouring you with slurpy noises, pure filth pushing through them every time he had a chance to open his mouth – wish I could lick your creamy cunt before every meal, and, I could fight a thousand wars if it meant to have her as my prize, or, next time don't wash for a week, no, two weeks, I wish to taste the purest flavour of my pussy.

You reprimanded him every time, with your syrupy moans and scoldings making him even harder, but at some point, even your throat gave up. You just couldn't win against him, and this tongue stuck to your cunt flat, working on your trembling clit till you finally, finally, felt the warmth spilling out.

Your back arched deliciously, thighs clamped around his head, fingers dug deep into his scalp, and you cried for the one last time. The pleasure was blinding, and even your pleadings couldn't stop your husband from drinking allll the juices dripping straight down his throat, with a quiet thank you thank you thank you, murmured straight to your hole. His throat bobbed, fingers trembled, as a moment later, a wet patch formed on his trousers.

His cheeks were wet, but it didn't stop him from rubbing them against your inner thighs, feeling the softness of your skin on his. You were ready to believe that his mind was possessed indeed, as his eyes looked almost like two little hearts, looking at you with a burning lust.

"My Empress, my love, oh how I love you," he climbed the bed, and you moved slightly back. Only then have you noticed the wetness on his trousers, so filthy and embarrassing, nevertheless warming you up once again.

How pathetic your husband was, truly miserable, with his lips smooching the curve of your breast gently, fingers working the dress out, almost ripping it off your body.

"My dear, aren't you tired? We have all night, you mustn't be so reckless–"

"I mustn't," he mumbled, fingers already scooping up your plump tits, rough pads fidling with hardened nipples. "But I must finally make an heir. That's what I've been thinking about for the past few months, my love" his crystal eyes glanced up, seeing a little tremble of your lips and quickened breath. Oh, how obsessed he was with his lovely Empress! "Do you not wish to bear my child? To have my seed, riiiight here," his lips travelled down, till he placed a gentle kiss on your belly's pouch. Finger digging deep, one hand hooking behind your thigh. "Say it, my love."

His voice was stern, but nevertheless begging, waiting for your answer. You liked to torment your husband indeed, but this time, under his heavy gaze and muscular arms, broad back bulging under his jacket and messy snowish hair, you could do nothing but nod you head.

He smirked, eyes curving like a moon, as he folded you easily like a paper doll.

"Ever heard of mating press, my love?"

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- for lee, aftercare is not optional! it doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you're in, because the fact remains that lee is an affectionate lover who commits so much of himself to you. he constructs himself around effort and giving his all to everything, and you are no exception.

lee is incredibly attentive to your needs, both physical and emotional. if you ask, he will provide. a glass of water, something to eat, whatever you want. even if your wish is to do nothing, he will abide by it. he'll tend to your soreness with warm baths, gentle massages, and cuddles against his bare skin. and he'll tend to your conscience with reassurance that you don't even have to ask for. he'll ask you if you're okay, he'll ask you about how it felt, and most of all, he will praise you for your bravery, and your willingness to be vulnerable with him. expect late-night conversation too.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- lee seems like the kind of person who has a generally positive opinion of his body as a whole, because his entire body is the product of his hard work and discipline. he loves every muscle on his body, and rightfully so. they're the fruits of his labour. he's quite content with himself, but he probably favours his arms and legs: the parts of his body he uses the most in combat. he would totally send you bicep pics too, i don't make the rules!

- lee loves your stomach! it's a soft, vulnerable place where all your guts are; it's very grounding for him. he spends so much time training, pushing himself mechanically as if he isn't a person too. he's constantly surrounded by the toughness of his muscles. so whenever he holds you and feels the soft flesh of your tummy under his hands, it brings him back down to earth. he doesn't care for the size of your stomach, how flat it is, or how much fat there is there. as long as it's you, he's obsessed. if you've got a bellybutton piercing, he'll be doubly obsessed!

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- it doesn't matter how many times you have sex, part of him is always going to be a bit shy about cumming, because he never cums a regular amount. there is consistently a LOT, and you've grown to accept that there will always be a mess after you fuck.

- if he cums inside you, then he's filling you to the brim and beyond. he has enough to fill two of you in one round. good luck if he cums ON you, because you are going to be soaked. if he cums in your mouth and sees that you've successfully managed to swallow all of it, you will have his heart for life.

- lee is not a picky eater, but he would choose to eat healthier foods and stick to a clean diet to complement his athletic lifestyle. he's totally hydrated too. because of this, i think his cum wouldn't taste bad at all. quite neutral and mild in flavour, almost like drinking water. it's not as viscous, and it's a bit more runny in consistency.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- i've touched on this before, but something about the way you smell brings out the deviant in him. if you get close to him and he smells the sillage of your fragrance, he's going to feel horny! if he smells your lotion, he's hard. he's felt tempted to jack himself off using your lotion as lube on many occasions. he gave in once. you still don't know. your worn clothes also make him feel some kind of way, because they're laced with your natural scent. don't let him get near a pair of your underwear.

- he also (secretly) wants to fuck the shit out of you! for your own comfort, he'll be as gentle as you want. but if you give him the green light, he will have no problem being rough with you. it's cathartic for him because it's a moment where he doesn't have to be disciplined. he can finally let go by pounding into you.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- i mean, it's obvious. lee was an absolute virgin before he met you. he's not ignorant by any means. he does have an awareness and understanding of what sex is, but it's not something that he has actively tried to pursue. being a shinobi and training for the job was a greater priority, so he never cared. as well as this, lee never really received any romantic attention that could divert into sex. it's very likely that you would be his first everything.

- he makes up for his lack of experience by being a quick learner who's observant. he learns very quickly what makes you moan, what makes you uncomfortable, and where you like being touched.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

- honestly, as long as his dick is in you, he loves it. i can see him having a strong preference for spooning. he loves the closeness, and the fact that spooning is essentially an extension of cuddling. he loves burying his nose in the crook of your neck, speaking softly in your ear, and kissing your shoulder as he thrusts in and out of you.

- missionary is another favourite of his. to him, the intimacy of eye contact makes this position sacred. he feels gratified when he looks at the blissed-out look on your face, because he knows he's the one who put it there! some days he'll interlock his fingers between yours and go slow, and other days he'll pin your hands above your head and fuck you like there won't be a tomorrow.

- i can also see him enjoying a really good mating press for similar reasons.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

- lee doesn't play about giving you love. he pours his heart into sex with you, so it's not like he would be cracking jokes in an effort to make you laugh. you might accidentally bump noses during a kiss, or he might slip out of you without meaning to when you're fucking; it's unintentional things like this that make you laugh. it's a very light atmosphere that's free of judgement. your laughter is always comfortable.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- he's disciplined in every sense, including hygiene, and this is true for the pubic hair too. he trims himself out of habit for the purposes of maintaining hygiene and comfort during training. yes, the carpets match the drapes! dark, straight, but not as thick as the hair on his head. a bit more sparse.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- lee actually invented the concept of romance! he created passion!

- love is something that he craves and daydreams about from time to time, and now that you're in his life, he has a place to pour his love into. you are his muse. sweet kisses, warm embraces, candles, bouquets of flowers. it's beyond the bedroom. you are loved in every way! sex is just one of them.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- i mean, he tries not to, but sexual discipline is something he can never master. his urges are not that frequent, but they are strong. before you, he'd probably jack himself off once a week (after battling with his demons for all the other days of that week). you're always at the forefront of his mind when he strokes himself to climax.

- when you're together, he finds himself not doing it as frequently, because you are ultimately more satisfying than his hand. sometimes, if you're away, he might do it for old times' sake. maybe he'll use your worn clothes as an aid... maybe he'll use your lotion as lube...

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

- he would love it if you placed him in a position of submission. the idea of you, seeing his body as conquest, turns him the fuck on. his body belongs to you, and he wants you to use him to get off to your heart's content.

- being your rope bunny is a recurring thought of his. tie him up, please. he loves anything to do with sensory deprivation too. it's a big test of trust where he has to rely on you. he wants you to control him. he loves the anticipation that comes with wondering what you're gonna do with his body. make him wear a blindfold! handcuff him! give him earplugs! the dick is yours, take it!

- you can't tell me lee wouldn't enjoy overstimulation. being pushed past his limits is something that happens to him in his daily life anyways, like when he trains. the way he pushes through the pain of one more rep, is the same way he pushes through the excruciating pleasure past an orgasm.

- praise kink! lee has spent so much of his life seeking approval. he wants to be recognised for something positive. your opinions hold so much value to lee, so he thinks that your encouragement and flattery are the most validating things to ever hit his ears.

tell him that he's doing an amazing job at pleasing you. tell him that he feels good when he's fucking you. tell him that he's incomparable; that nobody is like him. he absolutely melts when you compliment his body too.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

- anywhere in his place or yours, but specifically, the bedroom. it's gonna have to be the bedroom for a while. lee doesn't want to risk being caught, and as a result, interrupted. the bedroom offers you ultimate privacy, and it allows lee to really take his time with you, as opposed to you both being hurried and frantic because you're fucking where you're not supposed to be.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- he's easy for you so it doesn't take much. anything you do is good enough reason for him to get turned on. again, he really likes the way you smell. your perfume makes him hard. he also likes watching you do your makeup. applying lip gloss around him warrants a boner.

- what gets lee going is seeing your enthusiasm. KNOWING that you want him, and being vocal about your need for him gets him going. lee loves it when you make your desire unambiguous, plain and obvious.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- lee will refuse to participate in anything that hurts you. no spanking, no smacking, no choking, not even if you want it. though he really wants to please you, it's a personal problem on his behalf that might be liable to budge with a compelling argument. you have to convince him, and try to get him to see things from your perspective if you want it to happen.

- he's not going to entertain the idea of urine, scat, and blood either. he hates the thought of dirtying you, and desecrating the temple that is your body.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- being the person he is, he would prefer to give you head. lee is not an expert at giving oral, but he also isn't terrible at giving oral either. he's a decent in-between that makes you cum and leaves you satisfied every time. he loves it when your body starts to twitch from your orgasm. he gets better with more practise with you.

- lee loves receiving blowjobs from you. if you offer to give him head, he'll be like putty in your hands. he loves it when you get on your knees and pay him undivided attention. he loves watching your cheeks hollow and feeling your tongue all over his cock. he loves the eye contact. he just loves head, full stop.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- depends on two things: what you want, and how he feels. if you want him to take it slow, he will. if you want it fast, he'll do that too.

- usually lee likes to savour you, so he likes to go at a medium to slow pace. he'll wait until you're comfortable, then he'll move regularly. like this, his dick is so thorough in exploring your tight warmth, making sure to hit your sweet spot over and over. other days, he'll feel unbelievably horny and pent-up. if you've been apart for a while, he is going to ram his cock into you hard and fast.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- he enjoys quickies, because he's such a busy and productive person. quickies give him the chance to sneak you into a booked day. only sparingly though, because he honestly prefers full-length sex where he's not robbed by time. he feels that quickies don't give him the chance to show you the full extent of his love. he doesn't see sex as something he should rush.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- lee is absolutely down to experiment with you. he's very receptive to different things, and will never meet you with harsh judgement when it comes to new things. he's willing to remain open-minded, so long as you are not hurt, and so long as it isn't extreme. see letter "N" for an elaboration.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- you're convinced that lee could last forever if it weren't for you reaching your limit. he has rigorous training to thank for his relentless endurance. he can go for 10 rounds, and still have so much energy left for more. his refractory period isn't so long either, so he's good to keep cumming as many times as you'd like. he's satisfied when you are.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- lee didn't know this was an option, but it's an option he embraces nonetheless. he's very open to them. from time to time he'll implement into a round of sex, like using a vibrating wand on you while he fucks you. he'll let you try cock rings, vibrators and whatever you want on him. but for the most part, it's a not first choice he would consider regularly. he can do all the jobs a toy can.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

- i don't think lee would be the one teasing you deliberately. he'd do something sexually provocative without intending to, like walking around you shirtless, wearing pants that hang dangerously low around his hips. when it comes to sex, he doesn't want to dance around it. he just wants to feel you as soon as he can. if anything, he'd want you to do the teasing.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- lee is incredibly vocal when you two are engaging in any sexual act! he isn't the kind of loud that would make people file a complaint, but he is considerably audible.

- he will make noise through any act of intimacy. he'll absolutely moan into your mouth when you're making out. he'll whimper if you tease him or make him sub. he'll whine during head... just a professional noisemaker tbh. his voice is breathy and so full of need whenever you two are fucking. he loves to call out your name during sex too, and shower you in praises. he'll tell you how beautiful you are, he'll tell you how good you feel.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- lee has like, 2 hours of screen time a week, and you have to explain every online phenomenon that is happening on the internet to him. he doesn't understand what you mean when you call him 'da real art,' or 'the birthday,' but he's trying.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- lee is a taijutsu tank that's relying exclusively on raw physical sense. obviously, he's muscular. not in the traditionally large "jacked" bodybuilder sense, but he has very well-defined muscles, and is big where it counts. abs, arms, back, legs, his entire body is so nicely toned. additionally, lee has his fair share of scars from battles and rough training, as well as stretch marks from rapid muscle growth.

- a solid 6 inches when he's completely hard. lee is a grower, not a shower, and he's cut. his dick is slightly more tan than the rest of his body. it's thick enough for you to feel a stretch every time he puts it in, and there's a few veins that run across his shaft. tip colour is #BD6F6F.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- on his own, lee has a slightly lower than average sex drive. when he's around you, the drive increases. he feels a stronger urge to make out with you, grind against you, get head from you...

- he has more of a desire for you as opposed to sex with you tbh. he prefers non-sexual contact, and you're going to be the one initiating sexual activity a crisp 75% of the time. primarily because lee wants you to be comfortable, and seek him on your own terms. he would hate to make you uncomfortable by asking too much, too soon.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- lee won't fall asleep unless you've been held, comforted, reassured, debriefed, cleaned up, fed, and hydrated. rest doesn't come until you are tended to! and even after that, it's very likely that you'll hear his 3AM thoughts, and have late-night conversation while cuddling with him. after fucking lee, you will genuinely have the best sleep of your life.

a/n: hi guys! still getting to your requests. i've got a 10 day break in the middle of my exams, and this is just a little in-between for you guys. hope you enjoy! (also, could someone help me find the artist so I could credit them?)