Rimuru's lips met Testarossa's in a kiss that started soft and slow, like he was giving her every chance to pull back if she wanted. But she didn't. If anything, she leaned in harder, her fingers twisting into his shirt as if she'd waited years for this moment. The quiet click of the door locking behind them sealed the room in intimate privacy, shutting out everything else.
"Testa," he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and rough with want. "You've been holding onto this for so long. Tonight, let me take care of you."
She shivered at his words, pressing her body closer. His hands roamed down her back, tracing the elegant line of her spine through the thin silk of her nightgown. The fabric felt impossibly smooth under his palms, clinging to every curve. The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips. He cupped her ass, squeezing gently, and she let out a soft, surprised gasp.
He walked her backward until the back of her legs bumped the bed, then gave her a light push so she sat down. Kneeling between her spread thighs, Rimuru looked up at her with that familiar playful glint in his eyes. His fingers traced up her calves, over her knees, and along the silky skin of her inner thighs, slowly pushing the hem of her gown higher. Cool air brushed her exposed flesh, making her breath hitch. He leaned in and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her thigh, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
"Ah, Rimuru-sama..." Testarossa whispered in a shaky voice while her fingers slid into his hair, holding on like he was her anchor.
"Shh. Just feel it," he said softly, as she felt his warm breath against her skin. His hands slipped under the gown, gliding over her hips and waist. When the fabric bunched up around her middle, he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. A wicked little smile curved his lips. "No panties? You really were hoping for this, weren't you?"
Her cheeks burned bright red, but she didn't deny it. She just bit her lip and gave a shy little nod. Amused by her reaction, Rimuru rewarded her by burying his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue slowly up her slick folds. Unsprisingly, she was already soaked, giving his tongue a sweet and addictive taste. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, light and teasing, until her hips jerked against him. "Mmm, so wet already," he purred, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over her heated pussy while one of his hands moved higher, cupping her breast through the gown, brushing his thumb back and forth over her stiff nipple until she arched into his touch with a needy whimper.
He then rose up, standing between her legs, and kissed her again, deeper this time, their tongues sliding together in a hot, hungry dance. While they kissed, he eased the thin straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. The fabric slid down easily, pooling at her waist and freeing her full, perfect breasts.
Rimuru pulled back to look at them, his gaze dark with desire, "God, you're beautiful," he breathed against her. Then he ducked his head and took one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, grazing it with his teeth while his hand kneaded the other breast. Testarossa moaned louder, her back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
His free hand, meanwhile, returned between her legs, teasing her entrance with his fingers without pushing inside yet. He rubbed slow circles around her clit, building her up until her thighs started to tremble. "You're so sensitive... I love hearing every little sound you make. Tell me what you want, Testa."
"Please... more, Rimuru-sama," she gasped, her usual cool composure completely gone. The proud demoness was falling apart under his hands, flushed and trembling.
He chuckled against her skin, the vibration making her shiver. And then, in one smooth motion, he tugged the nightgown all the way off and tossed it aside. There she was, completely bare, her pale skin glowing in the low light, white hair spilling across the sheets like moonlight. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, clit swollen and begging for attention.
Then Rimuru pulled off his own shirt, revealing the toned lines of his chest and stomach before lunging back on her, kissing and touching everywhere. He sucked at the sensitive spot on her neck, leaving a faint mark, then trailed lower, between her breasts and down her stomach, until he settled between her thighs again. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Testarossa cried out, hips grinding against his face as he thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her deeply. He added two fingers, curling them just right while his mouth focused on her clit, sucking gently. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room along with her breathy moans.
"You're squeezing my fingers so tight," he murmured, glancing up at her flushed, pleasure-drunk face. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
That pushed her right to the edge. Rimuru sped up, sucking harder on her clit while his fingers pumped faster. Her whole body tensed, back bowing off the bed as she came hard with a broken cry of his name, thighs shaking around his head. He kept licking and stroking her through it, drawing out every last wave until she was panting and oversensitive.
Rimuru's lips met hers again, slow and deep, letting her catch her breath while his hands kept exploring, tracing the curve of her waist, the soft underside of her breasts, the way her skin flushed hotter wherever he touched. She was still trembling from her first orgasm, but her eyes had that hungry spark now, like the dam had finally broken after holding back for so long.
Testarossa pushed gently at his chest, guiding him to sit back on the edge of the bed. "My turn, Rimuru-sama," she whispered and reached for the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, releasing his cock, which sprang free, hard and flushed, as her eyes darkened with appreciation. "You've been so patient with me," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip. "Let me take care of you now."
Rimuru let out a low groan as she wrapped one hand around the base, giving a slow, experimental stroke. Then she shifted closer, cupping her breasts together and leaning forward to slide his length between them. The soft, warm pressure made his hips twitch, making Testarossa look up at him through her lashes with a small, teasing smile playing on her lips as she started to move. Slow, deliberate glides, squeezing her tits around him while her tongue flicked out to lick the head every time it rose toward her mouth.
"Fuck, Testa... that feels incredible," he breathed, one hand threading gently into her hair. Hearing his praise, she kept the rhythm sensual and unhurried, rocking her body so her breasts stroked him from base to tip, her skin silky and warm. Every few strokes she'd dip her head lower, taking the head into her mouth, sucking softly with lewd wet sounds, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge, then pulling back to let her tits take over again.
She alternated like that for a while, building him up with perfect, teasing patience: a tight, slippery titfuck followed by long, slow sucks that had her cheeks hollowing slightly. Her free hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them as she worked him deeper into her mouth, taking more of him each time until he brushed the back of her throat. She didn't gag, just moaned softly around him, the vibration shooting straight through his body.
Rimuru's fingers tightened in her hair, not pushing, just holding on as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut. "You're too good at this," he rasped, voice rough. "Keep going just like that..."
Testarossa hummed in response, her eyes half-lidded with arousal as she picked up the pace a little, stroking him faster between her breasts while her mouth focused on the head, tongue pressing firmly along the underside. She could feel him throbbing against her, getting even harder, and it only made her wetter. She pulled off for a second, lips shiny, and whispered against his cock, "I want to taste you, Rimuru-sama. Please..."
The combination of her sultry voice, the slick heat of her mouth, and the soft pressure of her tits pushed him right to the edge. With a low groan, he came hard, pulsing between her breasts as she kept stroking him through it, milking every drop while her tongue lapped gently at the tip. She stayed with him until the last shudder passed, then sat back on her heels, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a satisfied little smile, a thin trail of his release glistening on her skin.
"That was... fuck, Testa. You're incredible," Rimuru said as he pulled her up gently and murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
Then, before she could say anything, he stood, lifting her effortlessly with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her across the room. Her back met the cool wall with a soft thud, and she gasped at the contrast against her heated skin. Rimuru pressed into her, pinning her there with his body, his mouth finding her neck while his cock, already hardening again, slid against her slick folds.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he growled against her, his voice rough with want. He rocked his hips, letting his length glide along her wetness without entering her yet, teasing her clit with every slow thrust. Testarossa's head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping her as her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Please, Rimuru-sama... don't make me wait anymore," she whispered, her usual poise cracking into raw need.
He didn't. Gripping her thighs, he lined himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety heat that enveloped him. Testarossa's breath hitched, her walls fluttering around his thickness as he stretched her open. When he bottomed out, they both groaned, he from the overwhelming grip, she from the delicious fullness.
"God, you're so tight," he breathed, forehead pressed to hers. He gave her a moment to adjust before starting to move, deep, rolling thrusts that pinned her harder against the wall with every stroke. The angle had him hitting just the right spot inside her, and her moans grew louder, unrestrained. One of her hands tangled in his blue hair while the other clutched at his back, leaving faint red lines.
Rimuru kissed her fiercely, swallowing her cries as he picked up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, her breasts bouncing against his chest with every powerful thrust. He shifted one hand under her ass for better leverage, angling deeper, grinding against her clit on every inward stroke.
"Ah, yes, right there," she gasped, her voice breaking beautifully. Her legs tightened around him, heels digging into his lower back as she met his thrusts as best she could. The position left her completely at his mercy, held up by his strength while he fucked her against the wall like he'd been starving for her.
He could feel her getting close again, her walls starting to pulse around him. "Come for me again, Testa," he growled softly, nipping at her earlobe. "Want to feel you squeezing me."
That was all it took. Testarossa cried out, her body seizing up as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, milking him as she trembled in his arms. Rimuru fucked her through it, slower now, drawing out her pleasure until she was panting and boneless against him.
But he wasn't done. Still buried deep inside her, he carried her back to the bed and set her down on all fours. Testarossa braced herself on her elbows, arching her back beautifully as she looked over her shoulder at him. Her silver hair spilled across the sheets, and her ass was presented perfectly, round, pale, and marked faintly from his earlier grip.
Rimuru ran his hands over her hips, spreading her cheeks slightly to watch as he slid back into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. She moaned loudly at the new angle, pushing back against him. Doggy style suited her perfectly. The way her back curved, the way her tits hung and swayed beneath her with every thrust, it was hypnotic.
He started slow again, almost reverent, watching his cock disappear into her over and over. Then he picked up the pace, gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her harder. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass grew louder and more obscene. One hand reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, and Testarossa buried her face in the sheets to muffle her cries.
"Don't hold back," he said, his voice strained with effort. "I want to hear you."
She lifted her head, moaning openly now as he pounded into her. "Rimuru-sama, it's so deep... I can't—ahh!" Another wave of pleasure hit her, her walls fluttering wildly around him. He didn't slow down, chasing his own release but holding back, determined to give her everything first.
After a few more intense minutes, he pulled out gently and flipped her onto her back. On the other hand, Testarossa's vision was almost blank as she lay there flushed, sweaty, and eyes glassy with pleasure. Still, as soon as she regained a semblance of her senses, she once again reached for him immediately, pulling him down into a hungry kiss as he settled between her thighs.
"Want you on top for a bit," he murmured, rolling them so she straddled him. Testarossa braced her hands on his chest and sank down onto his cock with a shared groan. She started riding him slowly, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm that had her breasts bouncing gently. Rimuru's hands roamed everywhere, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, gripping her ass to help guide her movements.
She looked gorgeous like this, lost in the pleasure, her white hair swaying as she moved faster. Her pussy took him so well, gripping him tightly on every downstroke. Rimuru thrust up to meet her, hitting deeper each time, and soon she was leaning forward, grinding her clit against him with every motion.
But he wanted to be closer. In one smooth motion, he flipped them again, pinning her beneath him in missionary. Testarossa's legs wrapped around his waist immediately, pulling him deeper as their bodies pressed flush together. This position felt the most intimate, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling, eyes locked.
Rimuru thrust into her steadily, deep and purposeful, savoring the way her body welcomed him. "You feel perfect," he whispered, kissing her softly between thrusts. "So good for me."
Testarossa's hands cupped his face, her expression soft and overwhelmed with emotion. "Rimuru-sama... I love this. I love feeling you inside me." Her voice trembled. "Don't stop."
He didn't. His pace quickened gradually, hips snapping harder as the pressure built for both of them. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, wet, rhythmic, and desperate. He could feel her getting close again, her walls tightening, her breaths coming in short gasps.
"Cum with me this time," he urged, sliding a hand between them to rub her clit. "Want to fill you up while you come around me."
Testarossa nodded frantically, her nails digging into his back. Their movements grew erratic and frantic as they chased that final peak together. She came first with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice, pulsing wildly. The feeling pushed Rimuru over the edge right after her.
With a deep groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his release. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop into her until it started to leak out around his cock. Testarossa trembled beneath him, riding out the aftershocks as he filled her completely.
They stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. Rimuru kissed her gently, her lips, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, before slowly pulling out. A trickle of his cum followed, dripping down her thighs, and the sight sent a possessive thrill through him.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Testarossa curled against his chest, one leg thrown over his, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. For once, the powerful demoness looked utterly relaxed, content, and thoroughly loved.
"Stay with me tonight," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We're just getting started."
She smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss over his heart. "I wouldn't dream of leaving, Rimuru-sama."
To be continued...
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Illustration: Testarossa