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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Megohime grumbled softly, resting her head against his chest. “I like you better when you tell shitty jokes.” She muttered.
 
Megohime practically melted at his touch, always finding great pleasure when he touched her hair. “Oh? Like what..?” She asked softly, nuzzling into his neck.
 
"I can play with your hair like this..." His voice dropped to a low purr before his fingers moved from her hair to her neck, "Caress your skin..."
 
Megohime leaned into his touch lightly, lips parting to let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch.
 
Megohime felt herself getting excited, a dull ache of desire coming to life within her. “I want you to take me..” She whispered, gripping the front of his shirt. “Show me just how much of me is yours..”
 
He chuckled, "All of you is mine, but I'll oblige you." He said before pulling her to the bed. He pushed her back and kissed her firmly, his hand on the back of her neck to bring her closer.
 
Megohime laid back against the cushy bed, still holding onto the front of Masamune’s shirt, returning his kiss and letting out a soft whimper. He could tell she was getting more and more excited, body trembling, and soon, her kisses became hot and heavy, soft whimpers echoing in her throat whenever his knee brushed her womanhood.
 
Megohime wrapped her arms around his neck loosely as he kissed down her body, laying her head back and letting out a sigh of pleasure.
 
Megohime squirmed more beneath him, looking up with lustful eyes. “A show..?” She echoed. “Like what..?”
 
Megohime let out a strangled moan, but nodded, face flushed red. “H-Hai, Masamune-sama..!” She agreed.
 
Megohime’s face was flushed, her gaze meeting Masamune’s as she groped her breast, toying with the soft pink nipple as her other hand reached into her panties. She rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly at first, gradually moving a bit faster and applying more pressure. She did her best not to make too much noise, embarrassed someone would hear, but she was struggling; Masamune could see her legs start to tremble, soft mewls starting to escape her lips.
 
He could feel himself growing hard at the sight, amused that she would actually do such a thing for him. It was exciting, however, seeing his love pleasure herself for his enjoyment.
 
Megohime was soon squirming on the bed, face flushed and weak moans coming from her, muffled by the pillow she bit into. Her fingers had become slick, and she alternated between pushing her fingers inside of her, and playing with her clit. She had rolled onto her side, still groping her breast, though a bit more roughly, her underwear pulled down around her knees.
 
Megohime was gasping and moaning Masamune’s name, her entire body trembling as her release edged closer and closer. “M-Masamune-sama..~” She writhed more, touching herself with more urgency. “I-I’m going to-!” She gasped and curled up slightly, body shaking hard.
 
Masamune moved and pushed her hand away, opening her legs and dragging his tongue quickly over her clit. He wanted to be the one to make her climax, to make her tremble and drool, to squirm and gasp his name.
 
Megohime’s back arched, grabbing handfuls of Masamune’s hair, whimpering his name. “Masamune-sama!” She finally climaxed, her mind going blank.
 
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