Her hands were soft. That was the first thing that really stood out when she touched . There was no roughness as well as no awkward tension with the way she was using her hands. It was just a smooth and almost careful kind of contact, like she didn’t fully understand what she was holding but still treated it gently. It even felt like she had never held anything before, and sohow, the first thing she ended up holding was my cock. That thought alone was a bit ridiculous if I really stopped to think about it.
She pressed herself against from behind with her chest resting against my back. The softness of her breasts was hard to ignore, especially when they shifted slightly with her movents. There was also that faint, almost distracting sensation of her nipples brushing lightly against my back, just enough to make it noticeable without being overwhelming.
"Do you want to do it with , Master?" she asked, her tone calm but clearly curious. "I think I’m fine with it. I’m also curious about this kind of thing, and I want to know if it really feels as good as it looks when the won you’ve been with are having sex with you."
Hearing that said so casually made it sound even stranger. She genuinely wanted to experience sex, and it was not out of obligation or anything like that, but purely out of curiosity. That alone made the situation feel a little surreal, I guess?
The idea of having sex with my own sword crossed my mind again, and it still sounded weird if I phrased it like that. Then again, she wasn’t just a sword anymore, and at this point, calling it weird didn’t really change anything. It didn’t feel that strange in the mont, which was probably the most concerning part if I thought about it too much. If I think having sex with a sword is kind of normal and I am willing to entertain it, then there was seriously sothing wrong with .
But then again, I liked all kind of won. At this point, I didn’t really mind having sex with anyone. Well, that sounded really bad, like I am phrasing that I’d fucked anyone that is moving, which isn’t what I ant at all.
"Can you suck off then?" I asked, keeping my tone steady.
She tilted her head slightly, clearly trying to understand.
"Suck you off? Ah... is that where I’m supposed to eat it?"
"Not eat it. Just suck it," I said, trying not to overcomplicate the explanation.
She stared at for a second, like she was processing what I said, then slowly moved. There wasn’t any hesitation in her actions, just a kind of focused curiosity.
She knelt down in front of , her movents smooth but still carrying that slight stiffness of soone trying sothing new. Up close, her features stood out even more. Her eyelashes were long, almost too perfect, and her nose had that small, delicate shape that made her look refined without trying. There was a sharpness in her face that didn’t take away from its natural curves, but instead made everything look more defined.
"You hold my dick at the base," I told her, keeping it simple. "Then press your lips against it and take it in slowly. Use your tongue, not your teeth. Move your head forward and back to make it feel good."
"I see..." she said quietly.
Her tone made it sound like she was about to run an experint rather than actually suck a dick.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of my cock. The contact sent a small jolt through . It was not intense, but enough to make focus on it. Her lips parted slowly, adjusting as she took more of it in, like she was learning in real ti. It wasn’t rushed. It felt deliberate and almost careful.
After a mont, she had taken in about half of it.
Then she looked up at .
That alone almost made lose it. There was sothing about the way she held eye contact while doing it, like she was observing my reaction, trying to understand what worked.
She started moving her head, slowly at first, then finding a rhythm. Her tongue moved along with it, not perfectly coordinated, but close enough to make it work. It was clumsy, sure, but it wasn’t bad. Considering she had been inside and had seen everything I did before, she clearly picked up the basics.
She kept going like that, improving slightly with each movent, until the pressure built up too much.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
My hand moved to the back of her head, gripping it without thinking too much, and I pushed her down further. My cock slid deeper into her throat as I ca, my sen shooting inside.
"Grppppp?!"
Her reaction was imdiate. Her eyes widened, and I could feel her throat tighten around my cock, reacting on instinct more than anything else.
After a mont, I pulled out. As I did, strands of saliva stretched between her lips and my cock, catching the light slightly before breaking.
"Haa... Haaa...~"
She was panting, her breathing uneven as she tried to recover.
This whole situation still felt a bit unreal. Ending up like this with a sword wasn’t exactly sothing I would have expected before, but here it was anyway.
I reached down and grabbed Ayuru, lifting her up without much effort.
Her body felt light in my hands as I moved her, then pressed her against the wall. She didn’t resist or question it. She just stayed there, watching , and waiting to see what I would do next.
One of my arms looped under her legs, lifting them up so they wrapped around . My hand rested against her thighs, feeling the softness there as they shifted slightly under my grip.
Then I lined my cock up with her vagina.
I looked at her face, watching her expression carefully, as I slowly pushed my cock inside her.
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