“Mm…”

She took the hardened n*pple between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed it gently. Each time she stimulated it, her inner walls contracted instinctively. And whenever they did, she felt him clearly—still filling her from within.

“Ah… it’s so hard…”

She had meant him. He had not lost even a trace of firmness or fullness. Yet Cassion interpreted her words differently.

“You think so too?”

He pressed beneath the n*pple she held, making the ar*ola swell slightly beneath his touch.

“If it’s this firm all the way here, the tip must be even more so.”

As he spoke, he pushed down on the n*pple she was gripping.

“Ah—!”

“I’ll roll it. You rub.”

His thumb traced softly over the top of her n*pple. Lunaria held the side of it firmly, moving her thumb and forefinger as instructed. Her gaze remained fixed on the two taut peaks rising from her chest as her fingers worked, and slowly, her head tipped back.

He had not moved at all, yet every time she stimulated herself, the walls that held him quivered faintly. Though he was already buried deep, she felt as though her body greedily drew him in further, and her eyes grew hazy from the sensation.

“Hnn…”

She shifted her feet where they were wrapped around his waist. Her toes caught in the fabric of his robe. Each time she brushed her big toe against his back, the silk loosened further.

Just as the robe threatened to slip away completely, Cassion straightened his spine and pressed his hips forward again.

“Ahh…”

“Luna, keep touching your n*pples.”

At his reminder, she rubbed the back of her head against the bedding and moved her fingers faster. Strangely, the sensation deep within her sharpened. The subtle tightening of her inner walls felt almost like a separate living thing.

“Yes. Like that.”

As he spoke, he gave his robe a brief shake. The garment settled neatly back around his body. Watching him absently, Lunaria dimly remembered that during her last heat, he had worn his shirt in much the same careless way.

But her thoughts could not linger.

He was slowly withdrawing from her.

“N-no…”

When the stimulation inside her disappeared, she lowered her hips instinctively, pleading without meaning to as she followed him down.

Cassion seized her slender waist firmly, holding her in place, and let out a rough murmur.

“Stay still.”

“Hngh… mm…”

She nodded, a soft moan spilling from her lips. Flustered, she pressed her legs together, then parted them again. Watching her with lowered eyes, he suddenly grasped one of her legs. With his other hand bracing her waist, he turned her body.

“Ah—!”

She felt his p*nis, already halfway inside, twist within her. The rim of the head brushed directly against her most sensitive spot, and a light climax overtook her at once. Because of it, she failed to steady herself with her palm against the bed, and her upper body collapsed forward.

“Ah—ahh!”

Clutching only half of him inside, she writhed helplessly in pleasure.

After savoring the trembling of her inner walls, he gripped the base of her tail firmly and seized one side of her hip with his free hand. Then he pulled her body toward him.

“Ahh!”

Parting the convulsing walls that spasmed in climax, the hard, burning p*nis thrust deeper. The sensation of it pressing firmly against her cervix made white sparks burst across Lunaria’s vision. It felt like rising from one peak of pleasure to an even higher one, so intense that her breath nearly stopped.

“You have to hold on, Luna.”

No sooner had he spoken than she quickly grasped her n*pple again as before. Pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, she rubbed it rapidly.

“Ah… it feels good…”

“Haa… that’s right. Keep touching yourself like that.”

As she nodded, Lunaria’s black hair scattered in every direction. Spread across the pure white bedding, it resembled the night sky.

He slowly rolled his hips. With his p*nis, he thoroughly rubbed against her convulsing inner walls, while her black tail swayed up and down at its base. It was another sensitive spot of hers he had discovered before.

“Haah!”

Just as expected, her reaction came immediately. Subtly stroking the part of the root closest to her hips with his thumb, Cassion thrust his hips forward to their fullest.

Wet, lewd sounds filled the air, as though her v*gina were greedily sucking him in.

“Ha…”

Her inner flesh felt like another mouth. Whenever her walls wriggled and tightened, it felt remarkably similar to when she had once wrapped her lips around his fingers.

Her tender inner walls clung to him without a single gap, pressing in from every side. It was fragile—so fragile—yet all it did was give him pleasure.

No.

It drove him mad with pleasure.

Cassion prayed that through him, she would pass this heat safely. He wished that for the rest of her life, she would live without a single worry.

If that was what it took, he intended to do everything for her.

“Hah… Be careful not to let your nails extend. Just keep touching yourself properly. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“…Yes, hn.”

She lifted her head and answered with a breathless moan. The very next moment, the sudden force of his thrust drove her straight into climax. She could not even release a single breath; her head fell back as her entire body trembled.

Thud, thud, thud, thud—

The relentless pounding jolted her so violently that the n*pple she had been pinching slipped from her grasp. Even as pleasure emptied her mind to nothing, she diligently moved her hand again, clutching at her br*ast.

“Mm—ah…”

Amid the relentless shaking, she could not quite locate the n*pple, so instead she gripped a handful of soft flesh and squeezed it.

This did not provide the same intense pleasure, but each time she squeezed her br*ast, he thrust deeply into her, making her feel as though her waist might dissolve. At last, her upper body pitched forward.

“Ah—hnngh!”

Lunaria pressed her face into the bedding and spread her toes against the sheets. She pushed lightly with the balls of her feet and, without realizing it, began to move her hips backwards towards him. Instinct guided her, urging her closer and drawing him deeper.

Their movements met in a steady rhythm, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Warmth lingered between them; whenever they moved apart, it gathered and escaped, only for her to feel her own heat follow after it.

The air grew thick with their mingled scent. Knowing exactly what it was and who it belonged to only intensified the charged atmosphere between them.

“Haa, Luna.”

He drove into her along the path, bending the shaft as he gripped her hip. The softness yielding beneath his fingers made his mouth go dry.

He gripped her full flesh so tightly that his fingertips turned white, as if he intended to break her, and thrust down hard.

“Hah—!”

Lunaria buried her face in the bedding and shook her head wildly. A blinding rush of pleasure surged from her toes up her spine, striking her mind.

“Aah!”

She threw her head back and cried out as her inner walls convulsed and clenched tightly. A sudden rush spilled from her, splashing onto the sheets. The sound was stark and expl*cit, yet neither of them had the presence of mind to care.

“Kh—”

Cassion felt as though the sensitive skin on his p*nis was being bitten and torn by the tight, surrounding contractions. He cl*maxed in a powerful surge that lasted a long time.

Even after he had emptied himself inside her, her walls continued to tremble and tighten around him, drawing out every last drop.

“Hah… hah…”

Even after he had cl*maxed inside her, he did not release his grip on her hips. It was only when the trembling had subsided that he finally let go.

Her body collapsed forward at once. The organ still inside her slid out slowly.

“Haa…”

He exhaled slowly, steadying his ragged breathing, and stared blankly at the sight of himself withdrawing from her molten depths. The flesh that had clung so tightly parted with a slick sound.

With lowered eyes, he looked at the opening he had stretched. From within, fluid welled and spilled out slowly.

Cassion brushed his sweat-dampened fringe back at a leisurely pace. His golden lashes cast long shadows across his face.

Unable to tear his gaze from her, he slowly licked his lower lip and pushed himself back inside her.

A thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Perhaps it was not her who was in heat, but him.