"Kunikuzushi"

Lust

[Smut chapter]

Your entire body felt hot prior to Scaramouche's teasing as well as Kunikuzushi's loving nature. Your mind felt warm and fuzzy as though an overload of affection rushed to your head at once. Attentiveness and intimacy is what caused your eyes to flutter open, however your ears were duly alerted to several noises before your eyes grew accustom to reality.

Awkward, heavy whines emitted from the man on top of you. His mouth was agape and exhaling at an alarming rate as his breaths tickled your moistened skin. Sweat had drenched your front and back, sticking you to the sheets beneath. When you properly came to, Scaramouche was hardly waiting for you to reawaken before he handled you further. His hands locked yours in place despite your zero efforts to deny him, awake or not.

His hair was completely dishevelled, fraying hairs sticking on his forehead or messily trying to escape his scalp. His eyes put fear deep in your heart; they were squinted and preying, daring you to move another inch and interrupting his actions. A vibrant flush of red stained Scaramouche's face as he leaned forward to whisper, "Don't make a sound." His voice was raspy, desperate and needy. Obeying his orders proved difficult when he lowered his tongue across your sex supposedly to continue where he left off. Your legs were already tensed and twitching uncontrollably too, which truly made you wonder if that was sweat on his face or something else entirely.

Your lips quivered as he stroked you slowly, barely managing to register what had happened in reality while you were asleep. Scaramouche entwined his fingers with yours, but kept three digits on one hand raised. You were unsure what he meant by this, but when he sucked out a surprisingly fast approaching orgasm from you, another digit raised itself and your eyes widened. Four fingers raised to symbolise four orgasms through your sleep. It was no surprise now that you could barely move your body but to think that he was capable of producing them in such a short amount of time - that is, if time flows the same as reality at all.

Cum spurted all across Scaramouche's face just as you predicted, yet he didn't mind it. Instead of wiping away the fluids he sought to lick the amounts where his tongue would reach before placing gentle kisses along your overly sensitive sex. Red was starting to emerge from beneath your skin to emphasise just how much Scaramouche had toyed with you. The twitch and gape of your hole silently mouthed a wonderful cry for attention, earning the preying glance of the wanderer.

Sluggishly unwrapping his fingers from your own whilst making sure to scrape his nails against your skin to stifle a reaction, Scaramouche poked his finger around your hole, keeping his tongue lolling by your arousal whilst expertly locking eye contact with you. The intensity of his glare made you far too frightened to look away. Those deep hued purple eyes bore holes into your body so you couldn't help but cower and submit to his gaze.

Scaramouche poked the tip of his finger inside your already lubricated hole and teased you to till you were spewing tears from your weary eyes. You moaned quietly to yourself, fearful that may have counted towards a few of the sounds Scaramouche didn't want you to make. But of course, you couldn't deny him either since he wanted you to remain silent and wanting - allowing him to do as he pleased. Your energy was almost entirely drained yet your eyes pleaded silently for mercy.

Scaramouche only shook his head as he closed his eyes to refocus on your sex - relentless, he was.

You couldn't rush him into fucking you. You couldn't tell him that you were too sensitive. You wouldn't dare to tell him to stop teasing you, no matter how much you could no longer handle. All you could do was lay there and minimise any notion of a sound coming from your mouth.

That was a challenge.

Yet he was insistent that you let him know if you weren't comfortable to continue.