Slap, Sorry—It Just Happened Before I Realized

Slap!
A crisp sound echoed loudly across the room.

‘Gasp…! This is crazy… This is crazy…. What should I do……?’

Firenze’s clear eyes widened in disbelief, soon turning to Syria.
Within those clear silver eyes was pure shock.

“……My Lady?”

Firenze’s voice trembled, as if seeking an explanation for the situation.
Syria lowered her gaze, almost resentfully, toward her own hand, but one hand was already stretched awkwardly, far too close to Firenze’s backside to be withdrawn easily.

“‘……Sorry, it just happened before I realized.”

***

“‘……Then, may I also touch your body, My Lady?”
“……Wh-what did you say?”

This time it was Syria who blinked in disbelief.
‘What is he saying now? Is this some kind of give-and-take?’
Yet even now, that sculpted face and those pure, transparent silver eyes looked harmless, like some untouched sanctuary. Against her better judgment, she found herself thinking it might be all right.

“Ah…alright.”

Syria hesitantly turned her body away.
Rustle.
In Firenze’s grasp, her undergarments were pulled down roughly, and a chill once again swept across the bare skin of her backside.

“Hng……”

Strangely, a sound threatened to escape her lips, so Syria bit down hard. Of course she had touched another’s body before, but she had never offered her own to be touched.

Smooch, slurp.

With sounds she had never heard before came sensations she had never once felt—the hot, wet, lingering trail of something warm brushing deeply between her.
Firenze’s hands were roughly exploring the curves of her, while his lips pressed into the hollow between, sucking and licking insistently.

“My Lady, you are truly sweet.”