Hanami didn't wait for a verbal response. Her left hand remained between Irene's thighs, moving with deliberate slowness, barely brushing her outer lips with her fingertips, gathering the moisture that was already pooling there.
Irene let out a broken gasp and tightened her grip on Hanami's biceps, as if she needed something to anchor herself.
"You're so wet, little fox…" Hanami whispered against her ear. The warm breath made her tremble. "Is it because of me? Or because of what you imagined when Rynelle left?"
Irene shook her head quickly, but the blush spread across her entire face. She couldn't lie—not now.
"F-for you… only for you right now…"
Hanami smiled, satisfied. She withdrew her hand only to bring her glistening fingers to her own lips and lick them slowly, never breaking eye contact with Irene's pink eyes.
"You taste sweet. I want more."
She took Irene's trembling hand and guided it down to her own vagina. The kitsune's fingers brushed, for the first time, against Hanami's soft, warm skin, her folds already swollen and slick. Irene held her breath at how wet the vampire was.
"See?" Hanami closed her eyes for a second and sighed when Irene, almost without meaning to, slid a finger between her lips. "You've had me like this for a while now… not just today. Many nights."
A surge of heat lashed through Irene's lower belly. She began to move her finger timidly, exploring, feeling how Hanami opened a little more with each caress.
"Do you get wet thinking about me?" Irene asked in a soft whisper.
Hanami nodded and caressed the arm that was touching her.
"Yes, darling… I get wet very fast when I think about you."
The vampire let out a low moan, a sound Irene had never heard from her before, and it sent a tingle straight between her legs. She lifted her gaze to face her directly, admiring every expression of pleasure on her face.
Hanami returned her gaze as she unconsciously offered her hips. She stroked the side of Irene's pink hair and murmured:
"Touch me, little fox…"
Irene didn't stop stimulating her clit. Then she leaned in to her exposed neck and began kissing it. Hanami let her head fall back, surrendering completely.
'Hanami is… so hot. It's the first time I've ever seen her like this. Even though it's also my first time touching a woman, strangely… her body makes me want her so badly. I want to touch her more and more…'
Hanami didn't wait for a verbal response. Her left hand remained between Irene's thighs, moving with deliberate slowness, barely brushing her outer lips with her fingertips, gathering the moisture that was already pooling there.
Irene let out a broken gasp and tightened her grip on Hanami's biceps, as if she needed something to anchor herself.
"You're so wet, little fox…" Hanami whispered against her ear. The warm breath made her tremble. "Is it because of me? Or because of what you imagined when Rynelle left?"
Irene shook her head quickly, but the blush spread across her entire face. She couldn't lie—not now.
"F-for you… only for you right now…"
Hanami smiled, satisfied. She withdrew her hand only to bring her glistening fingers to her own lips and lick them slowly, never breaking eye contact with Irene's pink eyes.
"You taste sweet. I want more."
She took Irene's trembling hand and guided it down to her own vagina. The kitsune's fingers brushed, for the first time, against Hanami's soft, warm skin, her folds already swollen and slick. Irene held her breath at how wet the vampire was.
"See?" Hanami closed her eyes for a second and sighed when Irene, almost without meaning to, slid a finger between her lips. "You've had me like this for a while now… not just today. Many nights."
A surge of heat lashed through Irene's lower belly. She began to move her finger timidly, exploring, feeling how Hanami opened a little more with each caress.
"Do you get wet thinking about me?" Irene asked in a soft whisper.
Hanami nodded and caressed the arm that was touching her.
"Yes, darling… I get wet very fast when I think about you."
The vampire let out a low moan, a sound Irene had never heard from her before, and it sent a tingle straight between her legs. She lifted her gaze to face her directly, admiring every expression of pleasure on her face.
Hanami returned her gaze as she unconsciously offered her hips. She stroked the side of Irene's pink hair and murmured:
"Touch me, little fox…"
Irene swallowed. With her pulse racing, she curved her finger slightly and slid it inside. Hanami's vagina was hot, tight, and wet. The vampire let out a longer moan and rested her forehead against Irene's.
"Gods… yes… deeper…"
Irene obeyed, pushing to the second knuckle. Hanami began moving her hips in small circles, slowly riding her finger. At the same time, she slipped her hand back between Irene's legs—this time without hesitation—spreading her lips with two fingers and rubbing her swollen clit in slow, steady circles.
Irene exhaled in pleasure, her body almost going weak. She let her head fall forward, resting it against the vampire's shoulder.
"H-Hanami…" she whispered.
"Shhh… let yourself go, my love. No one can hear us here."
Irene lifted her head and looked into her eyes, her expression heated.
"Am I your love?"
"Yes." She cupped her cheek. "You're my pretty, sweet, tender little love. I'll live only to love you."
A spasm ran through Irene's hips. Her tail began to sway gently from side to side in half-circle motions. Then a louder, trembling moan escaped her lips.
The sensations were too intense: the finger inside Hanami's vagina, squeezing rhythmically; the constant friction on her clit; the sweet, wet scent filling the air between them; their bare breasts brushing together with every breath.
Hanami took advantage of her surrender to kiss her properly. A deep, hungry kiss, tongue included. Irene responded clumsily at first, but soon let herself be guided, tangling her tongue with Hanami's as her hips began seeking more friction against the vampire's hand.
Her arousal made her share Hanami's tongue with desire, in and out of her mouth, following the vampire's rhythm.
When they finally parted for air, Hanami's eyes were dark with desire. She looked at Irene as if she were a pure, innocent little fox.
"I want to taste you," she murmured. "I want my mouth on you."
Irene blushed to the tips of her ears, but she didn't say no. She just nodded. Hanami carefully guided her to the shallow edge of the river. The water reached their calves. She made Irene sit on a flat, smooth rock, her legs spread.
The kitsune trembled visibly, half from the cold, half from anticipation. Hanami knelt between her thighs, taking in every detail of her vagina. Her eyes almost watered at how cute Irene looked.
"You have such a beautiful little pussy, my sweet little fox."
Irene lightly bit her index finger, unable to contain the anticipation building between her legs.
"Do you like my pussy, my love?"
"I love your pussy, my sky." She stared at her with a playful smile. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me."
Irene nodded, though it was hard to hold her gaze. Hanami leaned in and placed soft kisses along her inner thighs, slowly moving upward. When she reached the center, she first blew warm air over her swollen clit, making Irene flinch.
Then she licked her. Slow. Flat. Deliberate. From bottom to top, collecting all her wetness with her tongue. Irene let out a broken moan and grabbed the vampire's silver hair with both hands.
"H-Hanami… that feels… so good…!"
The vampire didn't stop. She circled the clit with the tip of her tongue, drawing slow circles, then sucked gently, then harder. Irene began panting uncontrollably, her hips moving on their own toward the warm mouth.
'Irene's pussy… finally. I can finally lick her. I wanted it so badly… she tastes so good. I want to lick her every day. I want to be her good little obedient puppy who only knows how to lick her pretty pussy… thank you for letting me lick you, my sweet, beloved little fox…'
Her cheeks burned, flushed all the way to the tips of her ears. Her red eyes shone with desire as her entire body burned and grew wetter.
Hanami slipped two fingers inside her vagina while continuing to lick, but stopped abruptly when she heard Irene whimper. She pulled back slightly and said:
"Oh, I'm sorry—was I too rough?"
Irene shook her head and replied:
"No, just remember that… I'm a virgin… d-don't use two fingers…"
"I'm sorry, my love. I'll be very gentle with you."
Irene smiled and opened her legs again, saying:
"You're doing great. Just keep being yourself and don't change anything…"
Hanami nodded. She returned her tongue to the clit and this time slid only one finger inside her vagina, searching for the spot that made Irene exhale sharply, throw her head back, and moan her name for the first time.
"Hanami~"
The vampire quickened the pace of her finger, keeping steady suction on the clit. Irene felt something huge building inside her—a sweet, intense, and terrifying pressure.
'I had forgotten this delicious feeling… I had decided to respect my new body and not become addicted to masturbating, but… maybe Hanami will make me want to do it again. I'm so sensitive right now…'
"Don't stop… please, my love… don't stop, okay?" Irene murmured with her eyes closed, wrapped in pleasure.
Hanami lifted her gaze without stopping her tongue or fingers. Her eyes seemed to say that she had her and wouldn't let her go.
Seconds turned into minutes, repeating the same movement. Irene never tired of the stimulation. Nothing needed to change—only to continue. When the most intense moment reached her body, she voiced it.
Irene shattered into an orgasm that ran through her entire body like electricity. Her thighs trembled around Hanami's head, her tail thrashed wildly against the water, and a long, high-pitched moan tore from her throat as she came.
Hanami pulled away slowly, tenderly licking the remaining wetness, making sure Irene watched her while she did it. Irene lifted her right hand toward her, making a small gesture, wanting to hold her cheek.
Hanami accepted the invitation and kissed her. The kitsune tasted herself on Hanami's lips, making her moan again—softer this time.
"You're beautiful when you come," Hanami whispered against her mouth. "I want to see you like this many more times, Irene. Every day. Every night and every morning."
Irene laughed against her lips and replied softly:
"I don't think I could handle that… you were always such a lustful vampire."
"Do you like that I'm your lustful vampire?"
"I love that you're my lustful vampire."
Still panting, Irene wrapped her arms around Hanami's neck and pulled her close. Their large breasts pressed together, nipples brushing against each other. Irene caressed Hanami's back delicately, as if holding the softest, most beautiful thing in the world.
'Her skin is so smooth… so perfect… everything about Hanami is incredible. I never thought I'd have my own SSR.'
When their jaws grew tired, they pulled apart slightly and looked at each other, their hot breaths colliding. Both saw an expression they had never seen on the other before.
"Now… it's your turn…" Irene said, her voice trembling but determined. "I want… I want to make you feel the same."
Hanami smiled, her eyes shining with excitement and desire.
"Then come, my little fox. Show me what you've learned."
Hanami's eyes were still clouded with pleasure. She rose from Irene and, gently taking her hand, helped her stand. The water reached their waists, cold against their burning skin.
Irene turned her around and pressed her wet breasts against Hanami's back, while Hanami sighed with a smile and closed her eyes. The kitsune slid her hands in a slow caress from her thighs up to her breasts.
Hanami tilted her head back, resting it against Irene's head. Irene took advantage and kissed her neck while rubbing her breasts. She squeezed them, played with them, and teased her nipples.
She wasn't even thinking about whether she was doing it right; she just smiled while thinking:
'I've wanted to touch these incredible breasts for years. Even before I fell in love with Hanami. As a woman, I always admired their size and perfect shape. And now they're all mine…'
A firmer squeeze made Hanami moan in both pleasure and pain, her body trembling as she laughed and said:
"E-easy, darling… gentler."
Irene ignored her and kept kissing and stimulating her at her own pace. Nothing would make her hold back with such enormous breasts.