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Warning sexual content disclaimer: All characters and actions are above 18+
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 23: A New House Guest
The last of the devil's laughter thinned out like smoke, drifting toward the open windows of the Occult Research Club room before disappearing into the night.
Plates sat half-finished on the table scattered throughout the room, the warmth of the welcome celebration already fading into something quieter, and less certain.
Asia lingered near the edge of the room, fingers twisting together in the fabric of her sleeve. Her eyes followed the others as they spoke, as they gathered their things, as they slipped back into lives that had somewhere to return to.
She didn't move, since she, unlike the others, she had no place to go.
Rias noticed the young girl's distress. Her gaze softened, lips parting as she stepped forward, already forming the offer—already preparing to solve the problem like she always did.
"You can stay here for now—"
"I've got space."
The words cut clean through the chatter of the room, making every head turn.
Sukuna stood near the far side of the room, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding his glass. His expression didn't change, or soften. If anything, it looked almost bored—like he hadn't just dropped an offer that tilted the entire room off balance.
Asia blinked at him.
"Y-You… do?"
He shrugged, as if it meant nothing.
"My house is big and nearly empty. Honestly you'd just be filling in some space."
Ura stiffened beside him, her posture tightening in a way that was subtle—unless you knew her. Her eyes flicked to his question marks practically filling her eyes.
"Master Sukuna surely—"
His gaze snapped to her his cold glare made it clear this wasn't up for discussion. Ura's lips pressed into a thin line, but she fell silent.
Across the room, Akeno's smile curved just a little sharper.
"Well, well… how generous of you, Sukuna."
Kiba looked mildly surprised, though there was something thoughtful behind his eyes. Koneko simply stared, unreadable as ever. Rias—Rias watched him a second longer than the others, something flickering behind her eyes before she managed to conceal it.
Asia shifted her weight, still clutching her sleeve.
"I… I don't want to intrude," she said softly. "You already have your friend and I—"
"You aren't."
He responded immediately, while tilting his head slightly, red eyes locking onto hers.
"I'm just offering. That's it. You don't have to accept, if you don't want to."
He made it clear he wasn't trying to pressure the girl, he was just letting her know a door was open to her.
Asia swallowed. Her heart beat a little faster, not from fear—but from the strange warmth settling in her chest.
He wasn't asking for anything from her. He was just offering her something she never really had before.
A home.
And he was acting like it was all perfectly natural.
"…Okay," she said, voice small but steady. "Thank you, Sukuna."
He gave a short nod, like the matter was already finished.
"Good."
Ura's expression didn't improve.
Sukuna turned, walking toward the center of the room, shadows already beginning to stir faintly at his feet—like something alive, stretching awake.
Asia hurried after him, stopping just beside him, still a little unsure where to stand.
"Well then," Akeno's voice chimed, smooth as silk, "do take care of our little nun, Sukuna. Try not to corrupt her too much~"
Asia's face went red instantly.
"A-Akeno!"
Sukuna didn't even blink, he just glanced over his shoulder, his lips curling just slightly.
"Only if she asks me to."
Asia's face went from red to something far worse, like steam might actually start pouring out of her ears.
"I-I would never—!"
Akeno laughed, delighted. Kiba coughed into his hand, trying—and failing—to hide his amusement. Even Koneko's ears twitched faintly.
Ura looked like she'd swallowed something bitter.
And Rias—
Rias's smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
Sukuna ignored all of it.
The shadows at his feet thickened, spreading outward in a slow, consuming circle. The air around them grew heavier, cooler, like the light itself was being swallowed whole.
He glanced down at Asia.
"Hold your breath."
She blinked. "What—"
The floor vanished.
Darkness surged upward, swallowing them whole.
The last thing the room saw was Sukuna's back as he stepped into the void without hesitation, dragging the night closed behind him.
o-O-o
Silence settled over the clubroom after the group departed.
Kiba exhaled first. "He certainly has a flare for dramatic exits."
"That's putting it lightly," Akeno hummed, still amused.
Rias turned away, already moving toward her desk. "Akeno. Contact Sona. She needs to be informed about what happened at the church."
"Of course."
"And you two," she added, glancing at Kiba and Koneko, "you've done enough for tonight. Go home and rest."
They bowed.
"Goodnight, President."
The door clicked shut behind them, and just like that—the bustling room suddenly fell silent.
Rias stood still for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. The echo of Akeno's teasing lingered in her mind. The image of Asia standing beside him, and the relief she seemed to feel. Along with the way he'd made the offer without a second thought.
Something tightened in her chest, both that felt both unfamiliar and very annoying. Her fingers curled slightly against her palm.
"…It's just the aftermath of the battle," she muttered to herself under her breath.
She exhaled, slow, steady, forcing the feeling down where it couldn't surface again.
Without another word, she reached for the buttons of her uniform, slipping out of it with practiced ease. The fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling softly at her feet as she stripped off her lacy bra and matching panties and made her way towards the bathroom.
Immediately the familiar sound of running water filled the otherwise silent room. Steam filled the air quickly, clinging to the thin curtain, to her skin, and to the annoying thoughts she was desperately trying not to have.
She stepped beneath the spray, letting it wash over her, washing away the grime, the sweat, the lingering scent of battle. For a moment, she stood there, unmoving, water running down her face like something she refused to acknowledge.
Then she tilted her head back, forcing herself to breathe, and pushed it all to the back of her head.
o-O-o
A hundred miles away from the clubroom's distraught president, the shadows in a certain home began to move.
The floor of Sukuna's home warped inward, dark swallowing light as if something beneath it had forced its way through. Cold air bled out first, thin and biting like an early morning chill, before the three of them were expelled back into the world with abrupt violence.
Asia hit the ground hard.
The breath left her lungs in a sharp gasp, and her body immediately folded in on itself. Her stomach twisted, revolting against the unnatural sensation of the transit. She scrambled onto her hands, coughing—once, then twice—before she vomited onto the polished floor, her entire frame trembling from the effort.
Behind her, Sukuna stepped out of the fading shadow as if he'd merely walked through a doorway. He rolled his shoulders once, loosening the tension in his muscles, then glanced down at her with mild acknowledgment.
"…Yeah sorry," he muttered, tone flat. "I probably should've warned you better. Though It gets easier, trust me."
Asia wiped her mouth with her sleeve, still catching her breath. "I-I'm… okay…"
She clearly wasn't.
The world still felt tilted beneath her feet, like her body hadn't fully decided it belonged here yet. Her fingers trembled faintly against the floor—until a soft hum filled the air.
She blinked, as the mess in front of her began to dissolve into particles of light. After a few seconds the stain was gone as if it never existed.
Asia froze, her breath catching again—but this time not from nausea. Slowly, almost cautiously, she lifted her gaze and truly took in her surroundings for the first time.
The house stretched out around her in clean, open lines. Smooth floors gleamed beneath soft, even lighting that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. The air felt still—controlled, almost unnaturally calm.
"S-Sukuna…" she whispered, eyes wide. "Your house is…"
"Big," he said, cutting in like the answer was obvious.
He extended a hand toward her.
She hesitated only a moment before taking it. His grip was firm, steady, and he pulled her to her feet with effortless strength.
"Come on," he added, already turning. "I'll show you around."
The bathroom was the first stop, and it alone was enough to halt her steps.
The stone beneath her feet was smooth and cool, the space wide enough to echo slightly when she shifted her weight. Multiple showers lined the walls, alongside a massive bath that could easily fit several people. Mirrors stretched across entire sections of the room, reflecting the soft glow of the lighting in clean, uninterrupted planes.
Asia stood near the entrance, unsure whether to step further inside.
"I-It's amazing…" she murmured, almost to herself.
From the doorway, Sukuna leaned casually against the frame. "It's just a bathroom."
She glanced back at him, unsure if he was serious.
"…Right." feeling slightly embarrassed.
The living room felt even stranger.
With a flick of his hand, a massive black screen formed against the wall. Appearing as though it had always belonged there.
Asia's eyes widened again, her gaze locked onto it.
"W-was that always there?"
Sukuna dropped onto the couch, stretching out like it belonged to him entirely.
"Yes." was all he said, making no effort to explain or convince her, and somehow, that made it feel even more unreal.
The kitchen and dining area were pristine, fully stocked, everything in its place with unnatural precision. But it was the garden that slowed her again.
Stepping outside, the air shifted immediately.
Stone paths wound through carefully trimmed greenery, the faint scent of earth and water lingering in the air. There was an openness to the space, but not softness—it felt deliberate. Structured. As though it had been designed with purpose beyond beauty.
Asia's gaze drifted across it slowly.
"It's beautiful…"
Sukuna said nothing, just continuing to walk.
His room came last.
The door slid open, and Asia stopped at the doorway.
The bed alone dominated the space—far too large, far too heavy for one or even two people. The rest of the room followed the same pattern: minimal, clean, but unmistakably his.
Her cheeks warmed before she even realized why.
"…Um…"
Sukuna stepped inside without hesitation, while she lingered by the doorway, fingers tightening around her sleeve.
"D-Do you expect me to… sleep here?" she asked carefully, her voice soft.
He glanced back at her, faint confusion crossing his face.
"In my room?"
Her face flushed immediately. "I-I mean—if that's what you want, I don't mind, I just—"
"No."
He responded with a flat tone.
Asia blinked, caught off guard. "…Oh."
Something in her chest dipped slightly before she could stop it, though she didn't understand why.
Sukuna had already turned away, his gaze shifted toward Ura.
She hadn't spoken once during the tour, her presence lingering just behind him, silent and rigid. Now, her lips pressed into a thin line as she let out a quiet, irritated breath.
A translucent blue screen flickered into existence above her palm.
Her fingers moved across it in precise, practiced motions, symbols shifting rapidly beneath her touch. A low hum passed through the house, subtle but unmistakable.
Across the hall, a new door formed. Then Ura lowered her hand and the screen vanished.
"There," she huffed, "a guest room."
Sukuna nodded once. "Good, thank you."
The room was smaller—but only in comparison to his.
Asia stepped inside slowly, her eyes taking in the space. The bed was still large, the room still far more than she needed. Everything felt like it might be too much.
"How did you do that?" she asked, turning back to him.
Sukuna's eyes flicked briefly toward Ura before returning to her.
"Magic," he said simply. "Don't mention it to the others."
There was something in the way he said it—not threatening, but firm enough that it made it clear he was serious. Asia hesitated, confusion flickering across her face, but she nodded.
"O-Okay…"
He moved past her, sliding open the closet.
Rows of clothing stretched inside, far more than any single person could reasonably own. Asia reached out hesitantly, brushing her fingers against one of the fabrics.
"You can wear whatever you want," Sukuna said.
She pulled her hand back slightly, cheeks warming again. "…Thank you."
Asia looked like she wanted to ask say something Something that she had to gather her courage to say, but as she parted her lips to speak—
"I'm hungry." Was all he had to say to kill the tender moment.
Sukuna turned, already moving away. "Ura."
She stood in the doorway, her posture stiff.
"What would you like, master?" she asked, her tone smooth—but empty.
"Bone-in ribeye, with other cuts of meat on the side." He glanced at Asia. "What about you?"
She straightened slightly, caught off guard. "I-I'm fine with anything—"
"No you're not, so just pick something."
She hesitated, then spoke more quietly. "…A Cheeseburger. I'd like to try a Cheeseburger again."
Sukuna nodded once and looked back at Ura. "And a cheeseburger."
Ura bowed her head. "As you wish."
She turned and left without another word, her steps measured.
Sukuna waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about her. She's just grumpy. She'll warm up to you."
Asia wasn't entirely convinced.
Suddenly he started to remove his shirt. She froze at the sight.
"W-What are you doing?!"
"I need a bath," he replied simply, pulling the fabric free. It slipped from his fingers and vanished into his shadow before it could even touch the floor. "We should clean up."
Her face flushed instantly. "Together?!"
He paused, turning back toward her with visible confusion.
"…It's just a bath."
Her words stumbled over themselves. "I-I think that's a little… soon…"
She stared down at the floor, her voice shrinking.
"I'd… prefer to bathe alone…"
Sukuna shrugged. "Suit yourself."
He didn't argue, or insist. He simply continued undressing, each piece of clothing disappearing into the darkness at his feet as if swallowed whole.
Asia quickly covered her eyes with both hands—But her fingers parted, just slightly.
A glimpse of broad shoulders. A defined back. The kind of strength that spoke of something far from gentle. Then something long hanging between his legs, making her face burn hotter.
He walked into the bathroom without another word.
The door sliding shut behind him.
Silence settled in her new room, while Asia stood frozen, hands still covering her face, heat creeping up her neck and into her ears. A thin line of steam slipped from beneath the bathroom door, curling faintly into the air.
She didn't move.
She couldn't breathe.
And for a moment, it felt like she might actually melt where she stood, as a small part of her regretted not joining him.
o-O-o
Time passed quietly after the baths.
By the time they returned to the dining area, the lingering warmth of steam had been replaced by the rich, savory scent of cooked meat drifting through the house. The table had already been set with careful precision, each dish placed exactly where it belonged, as if the space itself anticipated their return.
Sukuna took his seat without hesitation, his loose white kimono shifting softly with the movement. Across from him, Asia settled more cautiously, her posture smaller, more contained. The pajamas she wore hung a little loose on her frame, and she kept smoothing the fabric at her knees like she wasn't entirely sure what to do with her hands.
Ura emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates.
She approached Sukuna first, placing his meal down with steady, deliberate care. There was a practiced grace in the motion—controlled, respectful, exact. When she turned to Asia, however, that same care thinned just enough to notice. The plate touched the table with a sharper sound than necessary.
Asia flinched slightly at the noise, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table as her gaze flicked up toward Ura's face.
Ura didn't look down to see it.
"Eat while it's hot, master," she said, her tone even, though something beneath it felt… forced.
Sukuna's eyes lifted.
He didn't speak immediately, nor did he need to. The brief shift of his gaze was enough for Ura to get the message.
Ura's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly before she added, "apologises master," smoothing her tone into something more neutral.
For a moment, Sukuna simply watched her. Then he leaned back slightly in his chair and said, "Please sit."
Ura paused, just long enough for the hesitation to be noticed.
"I still have cleaning to finish," she replied, already turning away. "I wouldn't want to intrude."
"You're not intruding," he said, but she didn't stop.
"I'll be in the kitchen."
Her footsteps faded quickly, leaving the room in a quieter kind of silence—the kind that didn't quite settle.
Sukuna didn't call her back.
He simply picked up his knife and fork and cut into the steak, the motion smooth and unhurried, as if nothing in the room had shifted at all.
Across from him, Asia mirrored the stillness in a different way. She lifted her burger carefully, both hands wrapped around it, her movements smaller, more deliberate. For a while, neither of them spoke, the only sounds were the faint scrape of utensils and the soft, distant hum of the house itself.
It was Asia who broke the silence.
"…What do we do now?"
Sukuna paused mid-motion, one brow lifting slightly as he glanced up at her. "What do you mean?"
She hesitated, her gaze dropping briefly to her hands before lifting again. "I mean… is this… my life now?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady. "Staying here… with you…"
There was something in the way she said it—something braced, like she already knew what he was going to say before he said it.
Sukuna watched her for a moment, then exhaled softly through his nose as understanding settled into place.
"You think I'm going to kick you out?"
Asia didn't answer him, just remaining silent in her seat. Which is all he really had to hear, making him set his utensils down, the faint clink against the plate carrying more weight than the sound itself.
"You can stay here as long as you need," he said plainly. "No deadline, or conditions."
The tension in her shoulders eased, just slightly, though she still held herself carefully.
"But," he continued, raising a finger, "there are rules."
She straightened a little at that. "Okay…"
"First—this place stays quiet. You don't talk about the house or what it can do. Not to anyone. Not unless I say otherwise."
She blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "But it's just—"
"A rule," he said sternly.
Asia swallowed and nodded quickly. "O-Okay…"
"Second," he said, his tone steady, "you treat Ura with respect."
In the kitchen, something stilled.
The shift in the air made it clear she was listening.
Asia followed his gaze for a brief moment before nodding again, more firmly this time. "I will."
"And third," Sukuna added, his voice lowering just slightly, "you don't bring anyone here. Ever. Not without my permission."
That one lingered a little longer.
Asia hesitated, then nodded again, more slowly. "…I understand."
Sukuna held her gaze for another second before giving a small, satisfied nod. "Good."
The rest of the meal passed more easily after that. Not entirely relaxed, but no longer strained. The tension that had settled earlier loosened into something manageable, something that didn't press quite as hard against the edges of the room.
When Asia finally finished, she placed her hands in her lap, looking noticeably calmer than before.
Sukuna leaned back slightly in his chair. "You've got school tomorrow."
Her eyes widened faintly, the reminder pulling her back into reality. "Right…"
"You've had a long day, go and get some sleep."
She nodded quickly, pushing her chair back as she stood. "I will. Goodnight, Sukuna. Goodnight, Ura."
There was a brief pause, then, from the kitchen, quieter this time—
"…Goodnight."
A small smile flickered across Asia's face before she turned and made her way down the hall. Her footsteps softened with distance until they disappeared entirely, leaving the house in a different kind of silence.
After the young girl left Ura returned from the kitchen a few moments later, moving to collect the dishes with practiced efficiency. Her expression had settled into something neutral again, but the tension hadn't fully left her shoulders.
"Stop."
She froze mid-motion.
Slowly, she straightened, though she didn't turn to face him. "I still have—"
The chair scraped softly as Sukuna stood, the sound low but deliberate. He stepped around the table, closing the distance between them until he stood directly in front of her.
"Look at me."
She didn't.
Her gaze stayed just off to the side, fixed somewhere past him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied immediately. "I'm simply completing my duties—"
"Answer me, Ura," the shift in his tone was quiet but still apparent. "Now."
The silence stretched, until finally, her shoulders lowered slightly, and she spoke.
"I don't like it."
He watched her carefully. "Don't like what?"
She exhaled through her nose, sharper this time, before forcing herself to meet his eyes.
"You put yourself in danger for her," she said. "And then you brought her here. Into our home."
And there it was plain as day.
Sukuna stared at her for a moment, then asked, almost idly, "Are you jealous?"
Ura huffed, turning her head slightly. "I didn't say that."
But she didn't deny it either. The corner of Sukuna's mouth twitched, and then he let out a short laugh—low, unrestrained enough to catch her off guard.
Her head snapped back toward him, irritation flashing across her face.
"What's so funny?"
He dragged a hand down his face, still faintly amused. "Nothing," he said. "Just you."
Her brows drew together. "Me?"
"Yeah," he replied, a small grin tugging at his lips. "You look ridiculous right now."
Color crept into her cheeks despite herself. "Master—"
"I'm not replacing you."
The words cut through her protest cleanly, making her stop.
He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing until it barely existed.
"I saved her," he continued, his voice steady now. "Because I felt like it. That makes me responsible for her. It doesn't make her you."
Ura searched his face, her expression softening in spite of herself.
"She's not your sister."
"I know that." This time his answer came sharper. He exhaled slowly, then added, quieter, "But I'm still not throwing her away."
Ura's hand lifted slowly, almost unconsciously, her fingers brushing against his cheek with a gentleness that hadn't been there before.
"…You're such a selfish master," she murmured.
Sukuna snorted softly. "Yeah, I'm aware."
Her lips curved faintly. "And that's why…"
But he didn't let her finish. Catching her wrist gently before she could pull away, turning her hand just enough to press his lips briefly against her knuckles.
"Don't worry about being replaced," he said, his voice lower now. "That's not happening."
Something in her posture softened fully at that. She stepped closer, closing the remaining space between them until there was none left at all.
Her G-cup breasts, defying gravity, pressed against his chest, soft and pliable as they stared into each other's eyes. The air in the dining room grew thick, suddenly charged with a heat that had nothing to do with cooking.
A low hum rumbled in Sukuna's chest, as a different kind of hunger filled his gaze. He then captured her lips then, a bruising, demanding kiss that stole her breath.
Her mouth opened willingly beneath his, a soft gasp escaping as his tongue plunged in, meeting hers in a fierce, primal dance.
Mmmph!
Their tongues coiled and tangled, a frantic, wet exploration that left her dizzy. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
His hand, no longer gentle, slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before dipping lower, seeking the warmth between her legs. There were no panties to impede him, just the slick heat of her own desire.
Two fingers slipped inside, and began pressing and stroking against her folds.
"AH!" Ura's back arched, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips, her hips instinctively bucking against his touch. The delicate skin there throbbed, coiling around his fingers like living tendrils, urging him deeper.
As his fingers worked their magic, Ura's own hands dropped, fumbling with the intricate knot of his kimono belt. Her breath hitched, her movements hasty with a rising urgency. The belt came undone with a soft snap, and the white fabric fell open, revealing the hard, thick length of him, already straining. Her eyes widened, a feral spark igniting within them.
Clatter! Clink!
Sukuna's hands, now gripping the full, jiggling mounds of her ass, lifted her effortlessly. Plates, cups, and silverware skittered and crashed to the polished wooden table as he swept them aside, clearing a space. He sat her down amidst the scattered remains of their meal, her legs parting naturally around his waist.
Ura straddled him, her fingers wrapping around his rigid shaft, stroking it, with a possessive squeeze. She leaned in, her warm breath caressing his ear as she whispered.
"You're mine, master. All mine."
The words, laced with a dark promise, sent a jolt through him, and his eyes, already smoldering, blazed crimson. A low growl vibrated in his chest.
With a sudden, almost violent shift, Sukuna's hand clamped around her throat, not enough to truly hurt, but to assert his dominance. He pressed her back against the cool, smooth surface of the table, her body splayed before him.
Shink!
A single, wicked claw extended from his right hand, a glint of predatory power. He tore at the delicate fabric of her gown, the sound of ripping silk a stark contrast to the rising tension. Her marvelous, naked body was laid bare, a vision of pale skin and generous curves.
He devoured her mouth again, a brief, hungry kiss before his lips began their descent. Down her jaw, across her collarbone, a trail of fire.
He lingered at one pert nipple, sucking and biting, drawing a tiny bead of blood that he licked away with a possessive slurp. Ura whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders making blood run down his back, her hips twitching restlessly.
Lower and lower he continued to descend down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, past her navel, to the lush, delicious dripping wet slit between her legs. Hiss! He activated his metamorphosis, his tongue lengthening, sharpening, like a serpent's. He plunged it deep, going down on her with an intensity that made her gasp.
"Oh! YES! Master!" Ura cried out, her voice thick with pleasure, her hands gripping his head, holding him fast between her thighs.
She arched her back, eyes rolling back, staring at the ceiling as waves of pure sensation washed over her.
"Dessert is served, master…! Mmmph! Ahh! Don't stop!" Her body trembled, convulsing as her climax ripped through her, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.
He returned to her lips, licking away the evidence of her pleasure before locking their mouths together once more. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove into her. "Aaaah!" Ura screamed into his shoulder, a raw, uninhibited cry of ecstasy as he filled her completely.
He began to grind and thrust, a rhythmic, pounding tempo that made the dining table beneath them shudder.
Just as he seemed to be at the edge of climaxing, Ura's hand shot out, a sharp smack! echoing through the room as she backhanded him across the face.
Caught off guard, Sukuna rolled off her, landing beside her on the table. Without missing a beat, she sprang up, her eyes blazing with a mischievous, triumphant fire, and mounted him.
With a single, decisive thrust, she drove her hips down, taking him fully inside her, a gasp escaping her lips. Then, she began to pump, her hips rising and falling, riding him with a fierce, primal rhythm.
Sukuna, lying on his back, eyes half-lidded, let out a low growl of satisfaction, enjoying the ride. Ura leaned forward, her massive breasts swaying and jiggling with each powerful stroke, dangling tantalizingly close to his face.
"Help yourself, master," she purred, her voice husky with desire.
He obliged, his hands reaching up, cupping and squeezing her soft, full breasts. He suckled at one nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling, teasing, as she continued her relentless, pounding rhythm, making the table creak and groan under their combined weight.
Unseen by the pair, around the corner, Asia remained frozen. Her face was beet red, her hands clamped over her eyes, but her fingers were spread, just enough to catch every raw, visceral movement.
A hot, unfamiliar wetness seeped between her own thighs, dripping onto the polished floor, as she watched, mesmerized, the pair across the room was consumed by their raw, passionate love making.
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