R18
Takeru's chest was still heaving as he looked down at her, a fierce, protective warmth spreading through him. "Now," he said, his voice a low rumble, "it's my turn to show you what boyfriends do."
He gently shifted her off his lap, laying her back against his pillows. She was wearing a loose, thin shift and a pair of soft shorts, and he could see she wasn't wearing a bra, the soft peaks of her nipples visible through the fabric. He leaned down, inhaling the clean, calming scent of lavender body wash that clung to her skin. He started with her neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of her throat. Nejire tilted her head back, giving him better access, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
His mouth traveled lower, nudging the collar of her shift aside to reveal the swell of her breast. He licked a slow circle around her nipple, feeling it pebble under his tongue before he drew it into his mouth, suckling gently before nibbling on it . She gasped, her hands flying to his hair. He paid the same attention to her other breast, his hands roaming her sides. Driven by a sudden, primal urge to taste every part of her, he moved his mouth to the smooth, sensitive skin of her armpit.
Nejire let out a shocked squeal, a mixture of pleasure and shame. "Takeru-kun! That's… that's dirty!" she protested, but she made no move to stop him, instead arching into his touch as he licked and teased the tender flesh.
He just chuckled against her skin, continuing his downward journey. He kissed her navel, dipping his tongue into the small hollow, which made her giggle and squirm. Then he moved to her inner thighs, his stubble rasping against her soft skin as he nipped and licked, intentionally avoiding the place she wanted him most. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and soon, a damp spot began to form on her shorts. He inhaled her musky, aroused scent before finally hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.
She was bare beneath him, with tuft of blue hair over her glisten wet cunt which looked like a pink flower . He spread her thighs gently and lowered his head, his tongue finding her clit in one sure stroke. Nejire cried out, her back arching off the bed. He licked and sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves, building a rhythm that had her panting and writhing. As he continued to tease her with his mouth, he slid a thick finger inside her tight heat, then another, curling them to find that spot that made her see stars.
"Takeru! Ah… right there… please!" she babbled, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. He worked her relentlessly until her entire body tensed, a silent scream on her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. She shuddered and pulsed around his fingers, her body going limp with satisfaction.
He kissed his way back up her body as she came down from her high. Positioning himself between her legs, he looked into her dazed, pleasure-filled eyes. "Are you ready, Nejire-chan?"
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Please, Takeru-kun. I want you."
He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. He moved with a gentle, steady rhythm, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But the pain was gone leaving was only pleasure. She met his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his. After a few minutes, her eyes lit up with a familiar, mischievous glint.
"Let me," she said, and with surprising strength, she rolled them over, so she was straddling him.
She took control, her hands planted on his chest as she began to ride him. She was a natural, her movements fluid and confident. She experimented with angles and speeds, finding what made them both gasp. The sight of her, head thrown back in ecstasy, her blue hair cascading down her back as she used his body for her own pleasure, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
They lost all track of time, exploring each other for what felt like hours. Finally, Nejire collapsed onto his chest, her body limp and sated. She let out a contented purr, nuzzling into his neck.
"I would have made our first time special had I known it was going to happen today," Takeru said softly.
"It was with you Takeru-kun. It is already special," Nejire whispered into his ear.
Takeru held her close, kissing the top of her head. He stayed awake, listening to her soft, even breaths, his heart feeling full. He would wake her in a few hours so she could get ready and attend her test. But for now, he just watched her sleep as he stroked her hair.
The next morning at six AM, Takeru woke Nejire up gently.
"Take me home," she said sleepily.
Takeru sighed. He had to drop her off before her parents found her empty bed. He flew out the window carrying Nejire in his arms as the sun was rising, lifting up her window and dropping her into her bed.
"Kiss me good luck," Nejire said groggily.
Takeru kissed her forehead. "You won't need luck. Now go do your best and let me know."
Two days later.
Nejire landed on Takeru's balcony with her usual boundless energy, her hair and eyes sparkling. "Takeru-kun! Let's train!" she announced, practically vibrating with excitement.
Takeru opened the door and sighed, a tired smile on his face. "Train? Nejire, the exam is already over. We haven't discussed your exam questions either."
"I know, but I want to learn new things! I did so well in the practical test. I am going to get in for sure!!! If I want to be top of the class, I can't stop now," she insisted, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He shook his head, a fond exasperation in his eyes. "Fine. Come in."
They moved to the training mat. "Alright," Takeru said, his tone shifting to be more serious. "Let's learn grappling and villain capture. The goal is to immobilize a target quickly and safely."
He demonstrated a basic arm lock and wrist wrap. "The key is to use their momentum against them and secure their hands before they realize what's happening. Like this."
In a blur of motion, he stepped behind Nejire. Before she could even register the lesson, he had her wrists crossed and pulled them firmly behind her back, securing them with a few loops of capture tape. He gave the tape a final tug, and her hands were locked together at the small of her back.
"T-takeru-kun! You let me go now," she squealed, testing the bonds. The tape held fast. She squirmed on the mat, her curvaceous body shifting and straining against the restraints. The sight of her helpless form, her back arched slightly as she tried to pull free, sent a lewd idea sparking through Takeru's mind.
"Not just yet," he said, his voice a low hum. "We still have your exam to review."
He retrieved the marked-up test booklet from her backpack and knelt behind her, his chest brushing against her back. "We are going to check what answers you gave in the test." He flipped to the science section, a subject he knew she struggled with. He settled in, his chin resting near her shoulder.
"Question twenty-three," he began, his breath warm against her ear. He leaned in, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive skin just below it. Nejire shivered, a gasp catching in her throat. "What's the primary function of mitochondria?"
He let his free hand drift down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs. His fingers began to tease her through the thin fabric of her shorts, circling her clit with a light, maddening touch.
"I… um…" Nejire's mind went blank, the dual sensations of his lips on her neck and his fingers on her pussy making it impossible to think. "It's… power?"
A sharp spank landed on her ass, making her yelp. "Wrong answer. Try again."
He increased the pressure of his fingers, stroking her more firmly as he kissed a trail down her neck. "The function, Nejire."
"Energy!" she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. "They… they produce cellular energy!"
"Correct," he purred, rewarding her by slipping a finger inside her, pumping slowly. He continued this torturous lesson, his fingers and lips a constant distraction. For every right answer, he'd pleasure her, and for every wrong one, a sharp, stinging spank would follow.
Soon, Nejire was a writhing, drooling mess, so overwhelmed with arousal that she could barely form a coherent thought. Her answers became frantic, desperate guesses just to feel the reward of his touch.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Takeru decided the lesson was over. He cut the tape, and Nejire's hands shot free. She pushed herself up, and Takeru saw a manic, predatory gleam in her eyes that he'd never seen before.
Before he could react, she pounced, straddling his hips and pinning him to the mat. She ground her ass down against his hard cock, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Grrrr , My turn" she growled, her voice husky, and she had a manic look in her eyes, filled with need. "I want MORE! WE should try other things! Maybe you could roleplay a villain... I'm going to resist, but you tie me up, tear up my costume, and ravage me... but leave my legs free... let me get my hero costume... Or, or, you could tie up my hands and put a collar around my neck and use my mouth while watching porn. I want to be blindfolded, too; stick a vibrator in to tease me and make me beg but not let me cum... Or, or, we could have sex while flying in the sky, hoping no one sees us... Or, or, we could find another cute girl, but I'm going to tie you up and make you watch while we kiss, although I've never kissed anyone except Takeru-kun. I want to try with a girl, but where would we find another..."
" NO ! Please ... stop...." Takeru hugged Nejire. What have i done Takeru's blood ran cold. His jaw hung slack, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and shock. The manic, unhinged look in Nejire's eyes was more than just arousal; it was something deeper, something terrifying. He gulped hard, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. He had just unleashed a monster.
What have I done to my sweet Nejie-chan? .....