If you aren't into intimate scene when female dominated male, I recommend you all to skip chapters 35-38 because it's all R-18. Nah.... I'm cooked.
# [Vulgar/ Explicit/ Don't read if you wanted to protect your innocent]
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Two lick and Reinhard forced to parted her lips before sneaking in. Her mouth opem instinctively, and his tongue slid against hers—slow, deliberate, and commanding. Right after he entered, his tongue slid on a roof in her mouth to give a sensual sense.
The moment Kyoko was caught out by his actions, Reinhard instantly seized her waist, gripping it with his big palms. Their tongues collided, hot and unrestrained, as the kiss deepened. This round, Reinhard took control as he tangled his with her tongue before exploring it roughly.
He doesn't even give her a chance to breathe.
One of his hands slid from her waist to the back of her neck, his large, heated palm pressing against the nape of her head. With a subtle but firm pull, he drew her closer, closing the gap between them, the heat of his touch intensifying the kiss.
For this reason,Kyoko couldn't help but grip his clothes tightly. Her fingers trembled for the affection that overflowed her heart, and her head felt spinning as if she lacked oxygen.
'Oh boy, he wants me suffocating or what?'
The world outside vanished. There was only the heat of his mouth, the strength to to of his body pressing just close enough to drive her wild, and the way his kiss stole her breath like he had every right to it.
After a long kiss session, they finally separated from the connection. Kyoko's lips were swollen, the bold red of her lipstick smudged slightly at the edges, leaving behind a trace of color on his mouth. She wiped the lipstick mark on his lips; luckily, it instantly disappeared under her fingertips.
A smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "Where did you learn that kiss?"
"From you, of course."
"Ha! When? Is it when I stole your first kiss? Isn't you the one who kissed me that way?"
"But you taught me how to increase the pace."
"Everyone could do that, Reinhard, "She giggled, cupping both of his cheeks with her soft hands, "But, I must admit. You're quite a talented kisser. Maybe you can make your enemy pass out by only kissing them!"
Unfortunately, her joke was taken seriously by this innocent knight, "I'm not a kind person who openly kisses someone, Kyoko."
"Hahaha! It's a joke, idiot. It's not like I'm going allow these lips," Her thumbs gently traced the outline of his lips, the soft, slow movement teasing as if she were savoring the feel of him, "being touched by filthy worms who dare stolen my love."
At that moment, Reinhard's thoughts were a tangled mess. The teasing, the softness of her touch, the way she lingered so close—it all overwhelmed him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks.
He hadn't expected it to feel like this. The gentle caress of her thumbs along his lips sent a surge of unexpected warmth through him, and it left him feeling momentarily stunned, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment.
"Oh, my? What do we have here? An innocent knight who is getting turned on by his master's seductions. Don't get enough of watching me playing with myself; you can turned on by hearing dirty talk. Did that words make you feel something inside your stomach?"
"Kyoko, " He called, narrowing his forehead to show how displeased he was. But his eyes told her that he didn't hate it.
"Don't be mad. I just wanted to tease you. Well, my symptoms really fucked up me today." Kyoko moved out of Reinhard's embrace. Her body bending against a couch, her arms resting on there. Her small ass, without a single strand, raised against the air, gave a beautiful scene; it almost felt forbidden, like something you could never have but desperately wanted, to Reinhard.
Her fingers slid through her thighs until she spread it while her eyes never took off from his. The way she spread her thighs gave this poor knight a beautiful view of her soaked, needy pussy. Her juices dripped on her thighs, showing how turned-on she is now. Kyoko bit her bottom lips to add a more sensual effect for her knight.
"You know how to finger your partner, Reinhard?"
Reinhard sat there, frozen for a moment as her words lingered in the air, and his heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat. The teasing glint in her eyes, the soft movement of her hand—everything about the moment hit him with such intensity that he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth flood his face.
"I-I.... I remember foreplay topics from my education. It's important to prepare your partners for pain during intercourse."
"Pfft— Intercourse? Ahhh... Can't say a word 'Sex' by yourself? Should I teach that damn mouth, how to spell it?"
Again, the Sword Saint was stunned by her teasing words. At this point, he will be humiliated—already done—by his own master for being an inexperienced guy. But he's an inexperienced guy! He learns about sex education but never does the practical ones! Because he's noble, and he only can have intercourse when he's married!!!
"What are you waiting for? The food is already served. Hurry up and eat me."
"You're hungry?"
"No, idiot," Kyoko sighed for this innocent guy behind her, "It's just a metaphor. Whatever, use your finger now."
He bit his gloves and pulled it from his hand. Reinhard's large, calloused hand gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin. Without preamble, he slipped his two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and hearing her sharp intake of breath.
His fingers were big and strong, and something was amazing about them. Just two already make Kyoko filled full, let alone three. The way it touched her wall gently, the way it instantly hit her sweet spot teasingly, making Kyoko pant heavily.
They weren't just big—they were powerful, almost intimidating, yet capable of surprising gentleness. It was the kind of hand you'd expect to build or protect, not just hold.
But, since Reinhard is a beginner, he's just rubbed, exploring around her inside like a curious child, and doesn't notice her sweet spot. That makes Kyoko feel annoyed. His fingertips accidentally touch it, but it doesn't press hard for her to feel the shockwave pleasure. For her, that's nothing more than torture, preventing her from release.
"Faster," She grabbed his hair, and pulled it closer to her mouth, "You think I can't handle your two fingers? Don't underestimate your master, Reinhard."
He nodded and began to move his fingers, which increased to three fingers, pumping them into her with a force that matched the intensity of his gaze. Each thrust was deliberate and harsh, a claiming of what he desired. Reinhard's fingers moved in and out of Kyoko, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles.
Then, his fingers curved inside her, hitting that spot that sent sparks of ecstasy coursing through her veins. The pace increased, far from the word of gentleness. His fingertips continued to abuse her sweet spot again and again as he continued to enjoy the song, wordless pant from her mouth.
"Reinhard—!!!"
A moan escaped from her lips, her legs trembling as she tried her best to keep steady, her hands gripping the couch for support. She cried out, her body convulsing, her toes curling hard as he brought her to the edge and then pushed her over, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, Kyoko's body went limp, her muscles turning to jelly. Her fingers, which had been clutching the cushion of the carriage seat, now stretched out, splayed wide as if trying to grip the very fabric of her pleasure.
Her skin was flushed, a delicate pink that spread from her cheeks to her ears. Her lips were parted, her breaths coming in soft, shuddering gasps. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes fanning out against her cheeks.
Reinhard pulled his soaked fingers from her wetness; his eyes widened as reddish heat rose on his cheeks. He can't believe this. He just saw it; he just did it, he did it, the woman's climax during intercourse, orgasm. He makes Kyoko come.
"Enjoy your first foreplay?" She asked, mixed with a hint of seduction and sarcasm.
The Sword Saint nodded slightly like a girl just getting praised by her crush. He really throws that damn gentleman's pride into the deep of the sea.
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The carriage stopped in front of Astrea's Manor. Reinhard carries Kyoko in bridal style out from the carriage, whose body is wrapped in a huge white blanket, completely hiding her body like a butterfly in their cocoon.
"Young master, welcome back." Carol greeted her master as she bowed slightly. She continued, "The guest you're sending now is currently resting."
"I see. Thank you for looking at him. Please provide him with assistance if he needs it. Treat him just are like me."
Carol's eyes focused on something trapped with a blanket in Reinhard's arms, "Is that... Lady Kyoko?"
"Did you notice her immediately? We encountered a problem after the subjugation. Don't worry, I will take care of it. Please inform the other servants to prohibit entry to Kyoko's floor. There is no need to check on her tomorrow."
"As you wish, young master."
Leaving the headmaid behind, the Sword Saint carries his master with swift purpose toward Kyoko's chamber. The black-haired boy popped from a white blanket cocoon, making Reinhard couldn't help but find it too cute.
"I'm so fucking hot. Why the heck did you do that? Are you trying to kill me by suffocating me?"
Reinhard chuckled with a fake smile, "Hahaha... Please don't be mad, Milady. I only do it because you insist on not wearing your pants."
Kyoko clutched the blanket tighter around herself as Reinhard carried her in his arms, bridal style. Her lips were hiding behind those soft sheets, and her face was a furious shade of red, but her eyes burned with defiance.
"Excuse me, my jeans just missing, okay? It's not like I don't like wearing it. Besides, at that time, my mind was so fucked up. I don't remember where I throw but it's definitely in that carriage. So... Ha ha ha... I was doomed. "
The Sword Saint glanced down, a small amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "Even so, I think your current mind must be already cleared up. Did you feel anything from her body again?"
"Does it include a desire to suck your dick right now? Cause I feel so fucking horny now."
His face turned a soft shade of pink, betraying his embarrassment. Kyoko really knows how to turn the table. Earlier, he had managed to make her blush, but now, he was the one caught off guard.
"We're not married, Milady. If you continue tempting me like that, I am afraid that this affair will be your scandal one day."
"But I want to marry you," Kyoko muttered in a low voice. She really hoped that he could hear it, but unfortunately, his knight was too deaf to notice it, or perhaps he was just pretending not to hear that.
"Well, since you insist to play cat-mouse game, I couldn't help but to playing along with it. " She smirked, her eyes never took off from him, "I just need to drag you into my bed, and make you fall for my body.
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