Ethan reached out and tilted Shuriya's chin up, admiring her features. Her light brown eyes were full of shy trepidation, and her silver-grey eyebrows were delicately arched.
Though this was "treatment," he didn't want it to feel mechanical. If he could make their first time perfect, it was worth the effort to set the mood. He didn't turn on the lights; the pale moonlight filtering through the window was enough for a devil's eyes. The dim, quiet atmosphere helped the girls relax.
Ethan's hand moved, easily untying the semi-transparent silk ribbon that was Shuriya's only upper-body covering. He took a moment to appreciate her healthy, sexy physique. Shuriya's breasts weren't massive, but they were perfectly shaped—teardrop-shaped, firm, and possessing the youthful elasticity of a girl in her prime.
The scent of her skin was intoxicating. Ethan let out a breath of pure appreciation. What he loved most was that her "tan" wasn't a deep, leathery black, but a warm, honey-like glow that contrasted beautifully with the snowy skin of girls like Rias.
Shuriya's waist was incredibly slender. Ethan let his hand wander, caressing her smooth stomach and lingering on her charming navel. The sensation caused Shuriya to gasp, her long, shapely legs tensing as her toes curled in the plush carpet.
The girl had never experienced sexual pleasure before. The sudden rush of arousal made her heart race like a trapped bird. Ethan leaned down, kissing his way across her smooth skin until he reached her navel, circling it with his tongue.
Shuriya's body went limp against him. Ethan stripped off his white bathrobe and lifted her, laying her gently on the soft bed. He made quick work of the translucent fabric covering her lower half.
As he admired her straight, tanned legs, he noticed something that surprised and delighted him. Her crotch was completely smooth—a "white tiger."
Ethan moved over her, his tongue slipping between her lips. Shuriya let out a startled muffle, her head tossing as she tried to dodge his heat. But Ethan was persistent. After a brief chase, their tongues met and tangled.
Ethan explored the depths of her mouth, his tongue stroking her throat and forcing her to respond with her own sweet, slick nectar. The room was soon filled with the wet sounds of a deep, passionate kiss.
His hands were busy too. One held her soft shoulder, while the other moved down to massage her firm, teardrop breasts. He bypassed her stomach and slid his hand between her thighs.
When his palm cupped her mound, she shuddered, her legs clamping shut, but she didn't push him away.
Ethan's fingers gently toyed with the soft folds. "Shuriya-chan, why are you all so smooth down here?" He had noticed this with the other devil girls too. It clearly wasn't natural.
"Does Ethan-sama... not like it?" Shuriya asked, biting her lip, her eyes misty.
"No, I love it. I'm just curious."
Ethan was a staunch supporter of the "White Tiger" aesthetic. While natural hairless women were rare, he appreciated the groomed look. However, with Rias and the others, there were no signs of shaving or waxing. It looked entirely natural.
"We use our mana to suppress the hair growth," Shuriya explained. "It's a hassle to groom normally. And if we wear skimpy clothes for combat, hair sticking out is... embarrassing."
Ethan nodded. That made sense. He wondered if he should try it too. Being a "Green Dragon" (a hairless male) sounded practical. Without a "forest" in the way, the friction during sex would be even more intense.
He pushed the thought aside for later. Curiosity sated, he slid his middle finger into the crease of her clamped thighs, knocking at the gate of her secret garden. He felt the wet, sticky "spring water" already overflowing from her entrance.
Knowing she was ready, he slid his finger deep into the slick, tight tunnel. He began to move his finger in slow, deliberate thrusts, curling it against her internal walls. Shuriya's legs clamped tighter around his hand, but the friction only made her wetter.
Ethan leaned down, taking her hard, protruding clitoris into his mouth. The moment he sucked on the "pearl," he felt her entire body jolt. It was incredibly sensitive. He sucked gently at first, then used his teeth to lightly graze the swollen nub.
Shuriya couldn't hold back her moans anymore. She covered her face with her hands, her voice high and breathy. "Oh... ah... God... don't bite it like that... ah... mmm... gentler... Ethan-sama... please... don't be so rough... ah... oh God!"
Ethan let go of the nub, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Does it feel good when I bite your pearl, Shuriya-chan?"
His fingers sped up their work inside her. Her cries only fueled his own desire. He buried his face in her firm chest, alternating between sucking on her nipples and fingering her soaking-wet entrance.
Shuriya gripped the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric. Her long legs kicked and bucked as the fire in her belly spread to her entire body.
"Shuriya-chan, your body is so sensitive," Ethan praised, caressing her naked skin.
Shuriya was flushed crimson. she looked at him with dazed, lustful eyes, biting her lip and turning her head away in shame. Ethan shifted, moving his head next to hers. His shaft, now nearly rock-hard, dangled right in front of her nose.
He took Shuriya's hand, guiding her elegant, tanned fingers to wrap around his massive length. He led her hand in a slow, rhythmic stroking motion, letting her get used to the size of the man who was about to "heal" her. Shuriya's grip tightened instinctively, her pace gradually increasing as she felt the heat of his dragon.