Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

“W-Wait.. Masamune..-!” She gasped softly at the jolt that shot up her core as he kissed her neck and shoulder, feeling a throbbing start between her legs.
 
He could smell her excitement, see the goosebumps over her flesh, feel the heat of her flush against his own skin. The smell she was giving off was almost intoxicating- was she actually enjoying this?
 
He didn't smell or taste any blood so he hadn't hurt her. He continued, his hands working on untying her robe while he kissed and bit her neck.
 
Megohime’s wriggling only happened occasionally from that point on, soft gasps coming from her the more he paid attention to her. Her robes opened easily, exposing her body to him, weak moans escaping her.
 
Sweat was now starting to form on her body, twitching slightly and turning her head away, biting her lip to hold in a moan. She didn’t understand the reason for Masamune’s sudden change in behavior, but part of her was aroused by it, enjoyed every moment he spent paying attention to her.
 
Her back arched slightly and she let out a weak noise of pleasure; already Masamune’s hand was wet with her excitement.
 
It didn’t take long for her to be trembling and gasping beneath him, face flushed and her womanhood slick. She let Masamune’s name slip from her lips in a moan, the throbbing between her legs almost unbearable.
 
Megohime’s sash lay in a pile at her hips, her yukata open to expose her delicate flesh. Each bite he left made her shudder and gasp, her womanhood aching for more attention.
 
He moved over her again and pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance before pushing into her, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders so he could move deeper.
 
Megohime felt her entire body flush hot when he pushed inside her, biting her lip when he moved her legs over his shoulders. She couldn’t quite move with the position he put her in, but she didn’t argue, gasping out his name.
 
Megohime gripped the bedding beneath her, closing her eyes again and biting back a moan. Masamune had never acted this way before, even when he had taken blood from her, so why now?
 
Megohime dug her nails into the bedding this time, but her moan escaped her, gasping and squirming beneath him. He was a bit rough, but she had endured worse at worse hands, and the pleasure she felt now was greater than the pain. But she didn’t want to alert anyone to what they were doing, and the thought of her being too loud made her face red.
 
He seemed to ease up, as if sensing her discomfort. Even in this feral state, he seemed to be concerned for her. But he kept her at this odd and awkward angle, not letting up on that front for a second
 
Masamune could feel Megohime’s wet heat trembling around his cock, Megohime letting out more low moans as she got closer and closer to her release.
 
The movement of him holding her legs close to his chest pushed her over the edge, Megohime’s back arching as she finished with a moan.
 
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