honsim november (2023) - dhalsim x e honda

HONSIM ; aftercare

the setting takes place in street fighter 6.

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"haah! dhalsim-kun!" edmond howled as he held his husband gently from his back, scratching him deeper as dhalsim thrust his pussy onto him. the yoga master cried out the sumo wrestler's name, watching the sumo wrestler chef moaning and blushing harder than before. the two of them getting wet and feeling like cumming onto each other, bodies sweating from thrusting each other, imagining that they're each other's lubricants, edmond couldn't hardly wait anymore.

"f-fuck!" dhalsim cried. "oh, darling!" he caressed his husband's chest, rubbing his nipples circularly from his thumbs. "haaah, edmond!" the yoga master thrusts his husband's pussy harder, thinking of the scissors that he performed. his breath gets even hotter for seconds, controlling his fire. his back, all full of edmond's scratches, dhalsim enjoyed every moment of his husband doing his horny doings.

"dhalsim-kun, i'm cumming!" edmond moaned as the yoga master bites his lips. "i'm cumming too, darling..." they felt their orgasm as they squirted onto each other from their vaginas. dhalsim stopped thrusting right after coming onto edmond's pussy, taking deep breaths faster than the sumo wrestler chef. their visions fade to black as their bodies get tired from having sex.

the sumo wrestler chef rests his head against the pillow, moaning while squirting and getting wet from dhalsim's thrust. he felt the heat as edmond grabs his hair from his forehead. dhalsim panted and rested his head against honda's neck, tired and happy from the process that he had with his husband. "good work, dhalsim-kun... that's enough sumo lessons for today." honda huffed. "i knew my husband could do it..."

he placed his hands over dhalsim's back, making sure he healed his back softly. "if only i learn how to heal my scratches to your back..." edmond sighed and went back to earth, looking at his husband peacefully. "now, now, my darling." dhalsim proceeded to kiss his husband's chin. "i can heal it myself. i'm good at that." he kisses edmond's lips lightly. "do you have anything to cook for the children?" edmond placed his hand onto dhalsim's head. "hmm, maybe those stewed chicken that arcindina taught me about... but make it either hindi or japanese style." edmond replied, kissing his husband's forehead. "we'll decide on that later, edmond.. for now, just stay with me until you get back to work. i can do the cooking."

edmond smiled as both of them got up from the bedsheet and the sumo wrestler chef proceeded to kiss dhalsim's scratched backside. "any senses you got recently, dhalsim-kun?" he asked as dhalsim rested his head on the pillow. "recently i sensed something powerful, but maybe it was all a trick. she keeps telling me that i should meet the singing wolf..." edmond giggled. "the singing wolf? is that some silly name for a human?"

"mmm, it's just a spirit.." the yoga master smiled, enjoying the warmth that edmond honda embraced as he closed his eyes.