#naughty ask

“Good.” She tugged again, drawing a soft noise of desire from deep in his throat, lifting her free hand to pry his fingers off one hip. His other hand fell away with the first, not needing further prompting. “Go on, then.”

He fisted his knuckles against the mattress, pressing in on either side of her with a simmering sort of frustration until she finally released his hair. His head snapped forward at the release, back to where he’d previously been attuned— to the smell, which was quickly growing heavier by the second.

Unable to touch her, unable to spread her with his fingers and part the slicked petals before him as he normally would, there was only one thing he could do. Locking eyes with Izayoi, finding himself lost in the endless, clouded depths of her dark gaze, he bent forward and pressed his lips against her, a breath of hot air against the soft thatch of curls. The moan that escaped her at his contact hit his ears and crashed straight down to his knees, ricocheting through his entire body with white light. And he might’ve been able to linger in that satisfaction, if not for the urge to taste her— if not for the fact his tongue moved of its own volition, exploring, pressing against the seam before splitting her apart, licking, tasting, lapping and— holy fuck.

He’d returned to paradise for the second time in a single night, and there was nothing whatsoever holding him to this Earth.

Izayoi’s hand tangled back in his hair within seconds, her back arching as she pressed her hips up to his face, neck lolling back in a sway of black hair across her front. Her other hand fell on top of his fist behind her, pressing down on the back of his hand as she tipped backwards and angled into him. Her breathy, lustful sighs set his pace; he lapped up whatever she offered him, soon daring to spear her, to taste her moist, inner walls as they convulsed and pulsed against him. His nose nested against the throbbing cluster of nerves that made her shudder at the faintest touch, scenting her to excess, living inside the heavy musk that was dripping out of her and into his mouth.

Izayoi whimpered and he refocused his efforts, moving his tongue out of her to focus solely on that throbbing nub, sucking and rasping until her thighs were shuddering beside his head.

“Fuck,” her fingers trembled against his scalp, blunted nails digging in harmlessly where they weaved into his hair.

Agreed, he groaned to himself, sucking hard until she cried out, falling back flat on the bed and dragging him forward without mercy.

“Touch me.”

He obeyed without thought, barely registering her words before he felt her hips beneath his claws, the constant tremble of her sweat-slicked, heated body between his hands. He pinned her to his mouth, brought her in closer as he finally had her sprawling over the edge, living in that final hungry stroke of his tongue—

—and then he didn’t stop, renewed by her orgasm, by the way she hooked her legs over his shoulders and locked him into her. Toga delved, prodding her again, nuzzling and kissing and paying every imaginable attention until she was shocked with new waves of orgasms; one after the next, folded up in the last, until she was sobbing with pleasure, hips spasming against his face.

“...holy gods," she whispered, trembling like a leaf in the wind.