Sorry for the delay, I finished long ago and kinda forgot about it.
Hope you enjoy this.
I thought I already posted this lmao. Guess not.
Anyway, I have a new idea for Futa on female harem fic.
This is the idea/World.
Massive Harem
Villain/Evil MC. Will "Grape" women.
Gore.
Monster MC
Futa MC
Futa X female Harem.
No Yuri. Except threesome or orgy when MC is with his girls.
No Yaoi.
Depraved MC.
Romantic MC towards his girls.
Chaos Gacha.
Death Mage elements.
Kingdom Building.
[ World mix: ]
Reincarnation Coliseum
Re:Monster elements
Monster Musume
Taimanin Verse.
Kuroinu
Youkoso! Sukebe Elf No Mori E Free Hentai Streaming
Suggest to be added. ]
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Walking through the bustling crowd, Yamato couldn't help but feel a flicker of nostalgia. The laughter, the scent of food stalls, the sounds of excitement—it reminded her of simpler times.
But after reaching such incredible heights of strength and perception, even the most thrilling rides felt dull. Her enhanced senses dulled the rush, turning high-speed loops and dizzying drops into little more than mild sways.
Still, not everything had lost its charm.
Her gaze drifted to Sona beside her, only to catch the bespectacled girl stealing a glance in return. Their eyes met—and just as quickly, Sona looked away, her cheeks tinged a soft pink.
Yamato chuckled under her breath and gently reached for her hand. Sona stiffened for a moment, but didn't pull away.
"Come on," Yamato said with a confident grin, fingers intertwining with hers. "Let's start with the games. I'll win you something nice."
Sona's lips curved into a small, enchanted smile, her earlier nerves forgotten for a moment as the two walked forward hand-in-hand—ready to make memories in their own way.
The two strolled side by side until their eyes landed on a small game booth tucked between food stalls and souvenir stands. It was simple—toss a ring and land it on a bottle. Prizes lined the shelves: stuffed animals, keychains, trinkets that sparkled under the festival lights.
Yamato glanced at Sona, then smirked.
"Wait here."
Sona blinked, confused, but nodded as Yamato stepped up to the booth. With a casual flick of the wrist, she tossed the ring. It spun gracefully through the air before landing perfectly on a bottle neck with a soft clink.
The booth attendant clapped politely. "Well done! Pick your prize."
Yamato scanned the options before selecting a small, adorable keychain—a simple charm of a chibi owl with little glasses, oddly resembling Sona in its own cute way.
She turned and handed it to her. "Here. It reminded me of you."
Sona stared at the keychain, then back at Yamato, her heart fluttering. She clutched the charm to her chest, smile soft and eyes shimmering with emotion.
"Thank you… It's perfect," she whispered.
Yamato scratched the back of her head, slightly embarrassed.
"It's nothing fancy, but I figured it might look nice on your bag or something."
Sona leaned in and lightly pressed her shoulder against Yamato's arm.
"I don't need anything fancy. Just as I said, this is perfect."
Yamato nodded with a soft smile, her fingers still gently entwined with Sona's as they strolled deeper into the vibrant festival grounds.
The warm glow of lanterns lit their path, casting a dreamy hue on the world around them. Laughter echoed, mingling with the hum of games and music—but for Yamato, all that existed in that moment was the girl beside her.
They stopped by a photo booth tucked between food stalls. The exterior was adorned with hearts and sparkles, clearly designed for couples. Sona hesitated, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
"I-It's cheesy…" she murmured.
Yamato leaned down, whispering close to her ear,
"Just one set… so I can keep a copy in my wallet."
That made Sona's heart flutter. She shyly nodded, and the two slipped inside. With the curtain drawn, they sat shoulder to shoulder, the camera's countdown blinking.
3... 2... 1.
The first photo: both of them smiling naturally.
Second: Yamato leaned closer, making a funny face while Sona chuckled, her hand brushing against Yamato's.
Third: Sona hesitated, then leaned her head on Yamato's shoulder.
Fourth: Yamato turned and, without thinking, placed a kiss on the top of Sona's head.
Click.
They stepped out, holding the photo strip, both of them red-faced but smiling. Sona quietly tucked her copy into her pocket like it was something precious.
Later, they found a quiet bench under a tree strung with tiny lights. Yamato brought over takoyaki and strawberry crepes, handing the latter to Sona, knowing she had a sweet tooth.
"You remembered," Sona said softly, taking the crepe with both hands.
"Of course," Yamato replied, sitting beside her. "I remember everything about you."
Sona looked away, flustered but clearly touched. They sat in a comfortable silence, the warmth between them needing no words.
Yamato glanced at Sona, brushing a crumb from her cheek. "You look beautiful."
Sona bit her lip, then slowly leaned her head on Yamato's shoulder.
"You're making this hard."
"Making what hard?"
"…Trying not to fall for you even more."
Yamato blinked, stunned for a second, then smiled warmly and gently rested her head against Sona's.
"Then don't hold back."
Sona smiled softly, enjoying the peaceful moment with her head still resting on Yamato's shoulder. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she tilted her head up just enough to glance at her companion.
"…Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she teased, her voice light. "Even though I'm not as, well… endowed as Akeno or Rias?"
Yamato blinked, then chuckled, clearly amused by the question. She gently brushed a strand of Sona's hair behind her ear.
"I don't have a type," she said calmly.
"If everyone looked the same, it'd be boring. What makes you beautiful is you—your sharp mind, your quiet strength, your smile… and yeah," Yamato added with a playful smirk, her tone dipping into flirtation.
"Your petite frame definitely has its own charm."
Sona raised an eyebrow, cheeks flushed.
Yamato leaned in, whispering with a grin,
"And let's not pretend your juicy, perfect ass doesn't turn heads—especially mine."
Hearing those words, Sona's face lit up with a deep blush. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively turned her head away, flustered and unsure how to respond. Yamato, amused and utterly charmed, decided to press further.
"You know what else I love about you?" she said, her voice warm and sincere.
Sona peeked at her, already feeling her heart pound.
"I love that stern gaze of yours—it hides a soft heart that cares more than you let on. I love the way you get adorably flustered, like right now," Yamato grinned, "and how seriously you take your hobbies. The way your eyes light up when you're baking… it's beautiful."
She paused for a moment, her gaze softening.
"And your eyes," Yamato murmured, reaching up to gently tuck a lock of hair behind Sona's ear. "That shade of violet—it's like looking into polished amethyst. Mysterious, elegant… captivating."
"Y-Yamato…" Sona buried her face in her hands, half-mortified, half-glowing. "S-Stop… you're embarrassing me…"
Yamato laughed, low and fond, and leaned closer to caress Sona's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly across her skin. "Then tell me," she said with a teasing sparkle in her eyes. "What do you like about me?"
Sona took a calming breath, steadying her thoughts as she gathered her words. Her eyes met Yamato's, soft with affection.
"I love how reliable you are," she began gently,
"even when you act carefree or a little reckless. You're always there when it matters."
She smiled shyly, her fingers lightly brushing Yamato's. "I enjoy the quiet moments with you… playing chess, letting you taste my pastries."
Yamato grinned, already pleased, but Sona wasn't done.
"And I love how you can be both incredibly smart and ridiculously dumb at the same time."
Yamato blinked, her expression turning into a playful pout. "Rude."
Sona giggled, covering her mouth, clearly delighted by the reaction.
"But that's part of your charm."
Yamato, satisfied with Sona's heartfelt words, grinned warmly and gently squeezed her hand.
"I'll accept that answer," she teased, earning another small laugh from Sona.
With the sun dipping low on the horizon, painting the theme park in a soft golden glow, the two continued enjoying the remaining activities. Time seemed to blur with laughter, teasing, and little moments of closeness that made it all the more special.
Eventually, evening arrived, and their stomachs began to growl in unison.
"Dinner?" Yamato asked with a raised brow.
Sona nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Only if it's something warm."
Not long after, the two found themselves in a cozy Chinese hotpot restaurant tucked just outside the park.
The warm aroma of simmering broth greeted them as they sat in a private booth, steam rising gently between them.
Yamato helped set the ingredients into the bubbling pot—thinly sliced meat, vegetables, and tofu—while Sona handed her a dipping sauce with a smile.
After finishing their meal, the two walked hand-in-hand toward their hotel, the cool night air doing little to soothe the warmth blooming in Sona's chest. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, anticipation and nervousness tangling together with every step.
This is really happening.
She had thought about this moment—imagined it, even—but now that it was here, her mind raced with a thousand fleeting doubts. Was she ready? Would it feel as intimate as she hoped? Would Yamato still look at her the same way afterward?
Yamato, ever perceptive, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You okay?" she murmured, voice low and warm.
Sona swallowed, nodding. "Just… thinking."
Yamato didn't press further, but her thumb traced slow circles over Sona's knuckles, a silent promise that she could take all the time she needed.
When they reached their room, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a quiet, private world. The soft glow of lamplight cast gentle shadows across Yamato's face as she turned to Sona, searching her eyes.
"We don't have to do anything tonight," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Sona's ear. "If you're not ready, we can wait. There's no rush."
Sona inhaled deeply, then exhaled, steadying herself. She knew Yamato meant it—that she would never push, never demand. But she wanted this. She wanted to be closer, to cross that threshold with the person she trusted most.
"I'm ready," she said, voice firmer than she expected. "I want this. With you."
Yamato studied her for a long moment, then smiled—a tender, knowing thing.
"Then let's take it slow," she murmured, stepping closer. Her fingers traced Sona's jaw, tilting her face up gently. "Tell me if anything feels wrong. Or if you want to stop."
Sona nodded, her breath hitching as Yamato's lips met hers—soft, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world.
Their kiss grew in urgency, Yamato's hand sliding down to firmly cup Sona's ass, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated through their joined lips. The inexperienced girl tried to match her lover's fervor, her tongue fumbling and eager against Yamato's. It was messy, imperfect, and utterly arousing to both of them.
Without breaking the kiss, Yamato effortlessly picked Sona up, her strong arms supporting her as she wrapped her legs around her waist. Sona's hands clung to Yamato's face, her fingers digging into her cheeks as she returned the kiss with a passion that seemed to have been building within her for an eternity.
Carrying her to the bed, Yamato laid Sona down with a gentle thud, her glasses sliding slightly askew on her nose. She paused for a moment to fix them, her eyes never leaving Sona's, and the desire in their gaze made Sona's breath catch in her throat.
The bed creaked as Yamato followed her down, her body pressing against Sona's smaller frame, their kisses deepening as their tongues danced together in an erotic ballet of passion. The heat between them grew palpable, the air thick with it, as they slowly began to explore each other.
With a gentle tug, Yamato pulled back from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she took in the sight of Sona laid out before her. Sona's breath was shallow, her pulse visibly racing as she watched Yamato's hands deftly unbutton her blouse. The fabric whispered as it parted, revealing the soft, creamy flesh beneath.
Yamato's touch was feather-light as she slid the fabric off Sona's shoulders, her gaze lingering on the delicate lace of her bra. The anticipation was a sweet agony as she leaned back down, her breath hot against Sona's skin as she kissed and nibbled her way down her neck.
The first brush of her lips against Sona's collarbone sent a shiver down her spine, making her arch into the touch.
The sensation was electric, and Sona gripped the bedsheets, her eyes fluttering closed as she whispered a soft moan.
Yamato's mouth continued its journey, tracing a path down to the swell of her breasts. With a flick of her thumb, she released the clasp of Sona's bra, freeing the small, pert mounds.
Sona's breath hitched as she felt the cool air caress her bare skin, her nipples tightening into hard peaks. The feeling was exquisite, heightened by the knowledge that Yamato was the first to see her like this, to touch her so intimately.
Yamato's mouth found one of those peaks, her tongue flicking over it before drawing it into her mouth with a soft suck. Sona's back arched, a gasp escaping her as pleasure shot through her body. The sensation was so intense, so new, it was almost overwhelming.
Yamato's hands caressed and kneaded, her thumbs lightly brushing Sona's sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Sona's own hands found their way to Yamato's hair, threading through the soft strands as she held her in place, urging her for more.
Their eyes met again, and Sona's were glazed with passion. She watched as Yamato's eyes darkened, her expression one of pure, unbridled hunger. It was thrilling, empowering—knowing she had this effect on someone so powerful, so desired.
And then, as if reading her thoughts, Yamato whispered, "You're mine, Sona. Only mine. And I'm going to make sure you feel it in every single inch of your body tonight."
The promise sent a shiver down Sona's spine, and she could only nod, too lost in the feeling of her lover's mouth on her to form coherent words.
Yamato's tongue swirled around Sona's stiffened nipple, the wet heat of her mouth coaxing a breathy whimper from the smaller girl's lips. Every flick and suck sent jolts of pleasure down Sona's spine, her back arching instinctively, fingers tangling in Yamato's hair as if to anchor herself.
"Y-Yamato—!" she gasped, her voice trembling.
But Yamato wasn't done. With a devilish smirk, she trailed kisses down Sona's quivering stomach, her hands hooking into the waistband of Sona's pants. In one smooth motion, she tugged them down—revealing the damp silk of her panties, already clinging to her heat.
"Someone's eager," Yamato murmured, her breath ghosting over Sona's inner thigh.
Sona's face burned, her hips twitching at the teasing tone.
"D-Don't say it like—ah!" Her protest dissolved into a moan as Yamato's fingers traced the soaked fabric, circling but not quite touching where she ached most.
"Like what?" Yamato teased, her voice a low purr. "Like you've been thinking about this all night?"
Sona couldn't answer—not when those deft fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric, gliding through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. A shudder wracked her body as Yamato's thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her toes curl.
"So sensitive," Yamato mused, watching Sona's every reaction with dark, hungry eyes. "And so wet for me already."
Then, without warning, she slid two fingers inside, the stretch drawing a broken cry from Sona's lips. Yamato's free hand pinned her hip down, holding her in place as she began a steady rhythm, each thrust curling just right to make Sona see stars.
"M-More—!" Sona begged, her voice ragged, nails digging into the sheets.
Yamato's grin was predatory.
"Since you asked so nicely."
Yamato's breath grew heavier, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along Sona's inner thigh before slipping between her folds. A soft gasp escaped Sona's lips as Yamato's touch grew bolder, her fingertips gliding through slick heat, coaxing pleasure with every stroke.
Sona arched beneath her, her back pressing into the sheets as Yamato's mouth closed around her nipple again, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate motions. The dual sensations—warm, wet suction and the rhythmic pressure of Yamato's fingers—sent shivers through Sona's body.
"You taste really good," Yamato murmured against her skin, her free hand sliding up to cup Sona's other breast, thumb grazing the hardened peak. She quickened her fingers, curling them just right, and Sona's breath hitched, her hips lifting in silent demand for more.
Yamato obliged, her own arousal burning as she watched Sona unravel beneath her—every moan, every tremble, every desperate clutch of her fingers in Yamato's hair.
Sona's grip on reality grew tenuous as Yamato's skilled digits delved deeper into her drenched folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth parted in silent pleas for more, as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensations. The way Yamato's fingers curled and stroked, hitting just the right spot, sent Sona spiraling into a whirlpool of ecstasy.
Her body quivered and tightened around Yamato's invading fingers, desperately seeking the release that was so close she could almost taste it. The pleasure was so intense, so profoundly consuming, that she felt like she was drowning in it.
With a wicked smirk, Yamato kissed her way down Sona's body, her tongue tracing a sizzling path over her navel and downward, teasing the sensitive skin of her lower stomach.
Sona's eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping her as she felt the heat of Yamato's breath against her core. With a swift motion her tongue eagerly delves into the sweet, warm folds of Sona's sex.
"Y-YAAMAATOOOOGGGGRRRAAAHH~~💗💞💕💖💓"
Sona's body bowed off the bed, her legs shaking as she felt the first swipe of that velvet tongue along her slit. The sensation was overwhelming, a fiery brand that seared her senses and sent pleasure spiking through her veins.
Yamato took her time, exploring Sona's most intimate area with insatiable hunger. She licked and nibbled, her tongue sliding over every inch of her lover's sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of her arousal. Sona's hips rolled involuntarily, her body desperately seeking more of that exquisite touch.
As Yamato's tongue found Sona's clit, the smaller girl's legs tightened around her head, a keening moan ripping from her throat.
With each flick and swirl of that skilled tongue, Sona legs shake and spasms slowly losing their strength. Sona's hands clutched at the bedsheets, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life, her body trembling with the effort of not crying out too loudly.
Yamato felt Sona's muscles tighten around her fingers and knew she was close. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling in a frenzy, eager to taste the sweetness of Sona's release. The sound of Sona's moans grew louder, her breaths coming in ragged pants, and Yamato knew she had her. With one final, deep thrust of her tongue, she sent Sona spiraling over the edge.
The world exploded as Sona climaxed, her body writhing under Yamato's skillful mouth. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that she couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat, her legs locking around Yamato's neck as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Yamato held her there, her mouth still working, as Sona's orgasm washed over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. Only when the spasms had subsided did she pull back, licking her lips with a smug smile as she gazed up at the thoroughly fucked-out expression on Sona's face.
"Was that what you needed?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Sona could only nod, eyes glazed over and chest heaving. She'd never felt anything so amazing in her life—and she knew, without a doubt, that she never wanted to stop feeling this way.
"Good," Yamato murmured, sliding up the bed to kiss Sona deeply.
"Because that was just the beginning, my love."