Oliver's fingers traced the curve of Sana's jaw, his touch gentle but firm as he pulled her closer. She could feel the heat of his body against hers and the solid strength in his arms as he wrapped them around her waist.
Her own hands slipped beneath his pelt, exploring the ridges and planes of muscle that flexed beneath her fingertips.
A low moan parted her lips as she got into the kiss, her tongue twisted with his in a sensual dance. The world narrowed to just this moment—Oliver's taste on her tongue, the press of their bodies together, the thrumming energy that seemed to pulse between them.
He broke away for air, pressing his forehead to hers as they both struggled to catch their breath. "You're incredible," he murmured against her skin, nipping lightly at her earlobe before trailing kisses down the column of her throat.
"Same goes for you," she whispered, her fingers crossed down to her waistband, sliding it down slightly. "... Look at how worked up you've gotten me."
Sana shivered at each touch he made—every caress, every kiss, and every pause in his gaze sending sparks dancing across her nerves. She tugged at Oliver's pelt impatiently with one hand until it fell open over broad shoulders and chiseled abs revealed by sweat-dampened skin. Her nails raked down those ridges possessively even as she reached up to wrap around his neck once more.
"I want you," she breathed against his mouth before claiming it again in another searing kiss filled with hunger and need.
"I want you too." His hands racketed at her waistband, but instead of just pulling it off gently, he tore it. His strength allowed him to effortlessly rip her pants off, "and this time there's no more interruptions~."
He said matter-of-factly as he pinned her to the ground and adjusted his upper fur—that the talismans he lined it with were constantly touching his skin, giving him a detailed view of all her curves—before he pulled her legs open and looked at her slightly hairy pubic hair.
"You can dive right in." Sana raised her hips while her fingers reached between her garden and played with her pink lips. "Be as hard as you want with me; you've earned it for helping us survive more than once."
Her breath heated, and her fingers slid up and down her folds, glistening with arousal as she spread wider. "Go ahead, Oliver-kun, break my dry streak."
Oliver chuckled, harder than iron. "A beauty like you doesn't deserve being so neglected," his cock swelled and throbbed with intensity. "So let's fix that from now on, Sana-onee-san."
Sana moaned softly at Oliver's words before tilting her head back in surrender. "Yes, please!" she begged breathlessly. "I'm yours now; take me however you want~."
He grins, lining up. "I fucking love older women." His glans touched her slit as he pushed in slowly. Inserting just the tip before pulling back and slamming it all in in one go.
Her back arched as Oliver's cock stretched her tight walls in one brutal thrust. "Ngh—! Ah—fuck—!" She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
Her hips jerked instinctively, trying to adjust to his size. "Too—haah—too much all at once—!"
Oliver smirked, grinding deeper. "You said, 'as hard as I want.'" His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. "Regretting it already?"
"Tch—!" She clicks teasingly, tossing her hair back. "Like hell I am." Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him flush against her. "Just don't—ah!—complain when I milk you dry."
"You can try," he cooed, before setting a punishing pace. His hands held her love handles firmly while piercing in and out of her soft velvet walls, each thrust punching the air from her lung.
"F-Fuck—! Right there—!"
Sana's moans turned ragged, her body clenching around him. "Y-You better—ngh—not stop—!"
Oliver's breath hitched. "Not a chance." His hips snapped forward, driving her into the dirt. "I'm going to make sure you remember this."
Her back arched as Oliver's cock stretched her tight walls in brutal succession. "Ngh—! Ah—fuck—!" She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
Fuck—he's not holding back at all.
Her breath hitched as Oliver bottomed out, the pain in her belly burning in the best way. "God—yes, just like that," she gasped, arching into him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him down for a messy kiss. "Harder. Harder."
He obliged, slamming into her with a groan. "You take it so well," he growled against her neck, teeth scraping skin. "Greedy fucking woman."
She laughed breathlessly, nails raking down his back. "You—ah!—you love it." Her hips rolled, meeting every thrust. "Don't pretend—hnn!—you're not addicted."
Oliver's grip tightened, his rhythm stuttering. "Close," he warned, voice rough.
Sana grinned, tightening around him. "Then come," she demanded, biting his shoulder. "Mark me—fill me properly."
His groan was her victory.
"Then take it all~" he slammed into her, his length thickened as he restrained for just a bit longer, pushing her closer to the edge as well. His hips sped up, making her take all his built-up pressure.
Her moans grew louder. "Fuck—!?" Her eyes rolled back as her pussy was ravaged and forced to take all his impacts. Her body trembled, his thrusts sending tremors through her body.
Oliver grunted, balls churned as they slammed onto flesh, and his shaft called for relief as he forced himself deeper inside her. His head effortlessly cut through her slippery folds and into her womb.
"Fuck!!" He held her steady while finishing in her burning hot cunt. His cum shot inside her, sending ribbons upon ribbons of baby batter that filled and spilled through her starved womanhood.
Her toes curled up—her eyes misting, as she twitched involuntarily.
Oliver's seed continued to pump inside her, filling her to the brim as he rode out his climax. Sana's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop from his twitching cock.
Finally spent and panting heavily against her neck, Oliver pulled out slowly, letting her feel each thick pulse of semen sliding free from her abused hole. Sana shivered as the warmth of his release seeped out around his softening member, coating her inner thighs with sticky evidence of their lustful encounter.
She let out a breathy laugh, rolling flatly onto her back to stare up at the sky. "Well... that was quite the awakening," she said with a satisfied smirk, still feeling his cum trickle out of her.
Oliver flopped down beside her, one arm slung over his eyes as he caught his breath. "I'm glad I could help with that," he said dryly.
Sana snorted, propping herself up on an elbow. "Help? You call that help?" She gestured vaguely at their tangled limbs and sweaty bodies.
"More like—ahem—a thorough education," she amended with a sly grin.
Oliver let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "You're something else," he murmured.
Sana preened under that lazy praise, feeling more alive than she had in years. She reached out, tracing idle patterns on Oliver's chest as she pondered what other secrets he might hold beneath that calm exterior.
"I think I'm going to enjoy getting better acquainted with you," she purred, leaning in to nuzzle his jawline.
Oliver raised an eyebrow but didn't pull away. "I look forward to it."
He smiled, channeling back the yang energy he fed into her, and felt his dantian grow after a short but healthy session of dual cultivation. He stared down at her and hooked his pelt and threw it over her lower half like a blanket.
Who would have thought it'd have this much fun, he thought to himself. Despite the unknown dangers circling around me, this is the most free I've felt.
And it's all thanks to those two club members of mine.
I hope they could find out how to use the dream pattern as well; it'd probably lead to some sort of mess, but the three of us could probably deal with it... He closed his eyes, then connected to his roots and sent a message to the girls.
"Thanks for helping cut this out, Takara. I'm going to sleep now; if you want something, try to wake me up." His intent was voiced as the root took his prepared notebook and buried it underneath the peach tree.