Irene kept Hanami's breasts cupped in her hands for several minutes. The vampire moaned in soft, sweet whispers while stroking the kitsune's head.
Neither of them wanted to wake from that sweet dream. They wanted it to last forever. Even though the icy chill of the night made them shiver, the surge of excitement and desire burning between them was so intense that they didn't care. Their trembling bodies were wholly surrendered to pleasure.
When Irene finally got her fill of squeezing her breasts, she turned Hanami toward her and closed her mouth around her stiff nipples. The kitsune's warm, wet mouth made Hanami shudder as she threaded both hands into Irene's hair, combing it back.
"My sweet little fox… suck them as much as you want…"
Irene obeyed.
At first, with almost childlike devotion, as if she were afraid of damaging something precious. Her tongue lay flat; slow, wide strokes traced the entire areola before narrowing in on the nipple. She caught it between her lips, sucked gently, then a little harder, released, and licked again like an apology for being too rough.
Hanami let out a long, broken sigh—almost a purr.
"More…" she whispered, her voice deeper than usual. "You don't have to be so careful, my love… I want to feel how much you want me."
Those words were like opening a floodgate. Irene lifted her gaze for a heartbeat, pink eyes shining with a mix of shyness and hunger, and then—yes. She opened wider, sucked hard, tugged with her lips while the tip of her tongue tapped the nipple in quick, eager flicks.
With her hand, she claimed the other breast too, pinching and twisting the nipple between her index finger and thumb—soft at first, then with just enough bite to sting, just enough to make Hanami arch and let out a rougher, needier sound.
"Just like that… fuck, yes… just like that, little fox…"
Irene swelled with confidence at the praise. Her free hand slid down the vampire's pale, athletic abdomen, nails tracing a slow back-and-forth that raised goosebumps along Hanami's skin. Then she moved lower, to her thighs, repeating the same teasing rhythm.
'Hanami really seems to like dirtier, louder sex. Will she mind if…?'
When Irene pulled her mouth away, she looked up from below with an expression completely given over to arousal and, between hot breaths, said,
"Y-you're m-my obedient bitch…," timid and unsure.
Hanami answered with a flirtatious smile. She cupped Irene's cheeks and nipped at her lower lip—subtle, but sharp enough that Irene felt the edge of her fangs. Without breaking eye contact, Hanami said,
"I'm your fucking obedient bitch. I exist to give you pleasure, and I have no value at your side except to shut my fucking mouth and lick your pussy like a dog."
Irene went tense with nerves. The certainty in Hanami's voice hit her like a wave.
'S-she's so bold… and I love it… but it'll take me a little time to match her pace.'
Irene backed them toward the riverbank, guiding Hanami step by step. She eased her down at the edge, climbed over her, and settled on her knees. She pressed her legs together, flicked her tail, set her right hand on the ground like a canine paw, and stuck out her tongue as she asked,
"Is your little fox making you feel good?"
A hot tingle sparked between Hanami's legs. She didn't answer—she just grabbed Irene by the ears and steered her head down. The moment Irene's face met her clit, Hanami began rolling her hips in slow circles and whispered through breathless, excited sighs,
"Ah~ my love, let me cum on your face…"
She guided Irene's mouth to her clitoris and started moving against it. The kitsune met her with her tongue, then began to suck.
Hanami moaned and squeezed her own nipples. Irene knew it was time to let herself enjoy it too. On her knees with her big ass lifted and her tail swaying wetly, she licked and sucked Hanami's vagina with rough, hungry eagerness.
The vampire could do little but moan, clutching her breasts—then dragging her hands through the dirt above her head or tangling them in her hair. Her legs stretched and flexed, carving restless trails in the sand.
"Ahh~ my love… that feels so good…"
The deep, contained hunger Hanami felt for Irene drove her over the edge fast. She was so relaxed, so completely given to her, that even Irene was surprised by how quickly Hanami began to tremble—and to moan loudly.
Her sharp cries echoed through the forest.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, cheeks burning with a heavy blush. Irene looked down at her; Hanami's posture had turned almost submissive now, arms lifted above her head.
She was open and surrendered, watching Irene as if waiting for whatever came next. The kitsune decided to take the lead, her voice slick with confidence as she said,
"Now I want to feel you on top of me… I want you to rub your wet little pussy against mine until we both cum together. Do I need to ask you for permission, bitch?"
Hanami listened in silence, breathing hot and uneven. Irene shifted and pulled her up onto her, then lifted her left leg, bracing it with her arm to open her completely.
Hanami settled between Irene's legs as if sitting on her, then adjusted their bodies until their vaginas met—lips sliding together.
Heat snapped through Irene, straight between her legs. Her tail swayed, brushing Hanami's hip, and she let out a low, pleased laugh.
"Good girl… I love it when you get that red and keep nodding yes."
Her tail moved in a slow, satisfied rhythm, and her ears gave the faintest tremble—betraying how much she enjoyed saying it.
Hanami started rocking her hips, rubbing her vagina against Irene's while biting down on her index finger. The way Irene talked to her turned her on so much she kept her crimson eyes locked on hers.
"Keep talking to me…," Hanami said. "Don't stop…"
"Do you like being talked to like a bitch, my love?"
Hanami nodded.
"Do you want to become that? A horny bitch, just waiting for the moment I tell her to kneel?"
She nodded again, and this time she added,
"Yes… that's what I want to be. I want you to be my owner and tell me everything I have to do… I want you to insult me and treat me like a simple object during sex. I want to feel like your obedient bitch. Make me feel like your obedient bitch, my love…"
Hanami eased herself back, palms planted behind her for balance. She spread her legs without shame and began moving faster, chasing Irene's sounds.
'So good…' Irene thought. 'I missed feeling like this… I love sex—I've always loved it. God, Hanami… this feels so good…'
Her head rolled from side to side. She wanted to show her pleasure with her whole body, but it still wasn't enough. She touched herself, squirmed in the sand, moaned louder—until at last she slipped her fingers to her clit and started rubbing in tight circles.
"Ahh~ Hanami~!"
"Rub against me, sweetheart… make your little pussy kiss mine."
Irene squeezed her eyes shut and began matching Hanami's rhythm. At first her movements were timid, almost exploratory—but every time their clits brushed directly, a shiver ran through her from head to tail. Her breathing turned ragged, her ears trembling, her tail curling around Hanami's leg like it didn't want to let go.
When Hanami noticed Irene had gone quiet, she took the lead again, firm and deliberate, as if teaching her how to trust herself.
"Look at me… I want to see your face while you cum rubbing against me… you're such a wet slut, Irene… I can feel you sliding all over me… you're going to make me cum again just from this."
Irene opened her eyes halfway and met Hanami's intense stare. She didn't speak—she only chased more friction, more pressure. A soft, helpless sound escaped her throat every time the contact hit perfectly.
"Do you like it?" Hanami asked, gripping Irene's hips to help set the pace. "Tell me… do you like grinding your pussy on mine like that? Tell me, slut."
Irene nodded quickly, blush spilling down her neck and across her chest.
"Y-yes… I like it… a lot…"
Hanami's smile turned sharp—tender and wicked at once—and she drove her hips faster, grinding harder.
"Then rub harder… I want to feel you cum on me… I want you to soak me with your orgasm… come on, little fox, cum for me."
With a focused frown, Hanami brought her hands to Irene's neck and squeezed—not violently, but firmly, keeping her pinned in the moment.
Irene gasped louder. Her hands closed around Hanami's wrists, nails digging in slightly without meaning to. The pleasure climbed fast—too fast. The constant friction, Hanami's moans urging her on… it all stacked and swelled.
"Moan, slut! I want to see your face completely given over to pleasure!" Hanami cried, her body burning.
Then, without giving her any relief, she dropped her voice—low and dominant.
"If you don't tame me, I'll make you my bitch and put you on a leash. Do you want that, fox? Do you want to be my obedient puppy?"
The pressure on Irene's neck increased. She shut one eye, blush blazing hot. She kept her gaze locked on Hanami, but she couldn't form words; everything Hanami did, and everything she said, only fed the fire. Pleasure had its teeth in her—she couldn't pull free.
"Hanami… I'm… I'm close…," Irene whispered, her voice cracking.
"I know… I can feel it… your clit is so swollen, rubbing against me… cum, my love… cum on my pussy… do it now…"
Irene arched forward with a long, trembling moan. The orgasm ripped through her like a current, making her hips jerk erratically against Hanami. Her thighs shook, her tail lashed wildly, brushing the water, and a hot wetness spilled between them.
Hanami moaned with her, watching Irene's orgasm—and her face—with hungry attention. That was her reward: seeing sweet, pure Irene wearing that expression.
They stayed pressed together for a moment, panting, Irene still trembling while Hanami stroked her thigh.
Hanami spoke first, her voice soft and satisfied.
"You're delicious, little fox… your face when you cum is beautiful."
Irene sank back into the sand and reached for Hanami with open arms. Hanami leaned in, still blushing up to her ears, a small, shy smile curving her lips.
Irene's tail wrapped around the vampire's leg like it was saying don't go. Hanami hugged her tighter and murmured into her hair,
"Let's dry off…"
Irene shook her head and murmured, tucked into the hollow of Hanami's neck,
"Let's stay like this for a bit. Now… just talk to me sweetly and gently…"