Rin didn't knock.
She slipped into Kio's room past midnight, her damp robe clinging to the curve of her ass, the fabric translucent where bathwater soaked through.
She shut the door with a soft click, crossed to him where he stood by the hearth, and let the robe fall, pooling at her feet like a discarded skin.
Kio looked up from the knife he was oiling, the blade glinting in the firelight.
Rin's body glowed with post-bath heat, her nipples taut, her thighs slick with fresh arousal. Her tail swayed in slow, restless arcs, a silent challenge.
"Last round before I leave," she said, voice low and rough. "I want to feel you when I ride."
Kio set the blade aside, his movements steady, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You're still sore."
"Then make it worse."
No ropes this time.
No teasing prelude.
Kio crossed the space in two strides, his hand closing around her throat—not tight, but firm—and bent her over the small table beside the hearth.
Her palms slapped the wood, her ass rising, glowing in the fire's amber haze, an invitation carved in flesh.
Rin spread her legs, arched her back, and glanced over her shoulder, her golden eyes burning with hunger.
"I need you," she whispered, the words raw, unguarded.
Kio stepped behind her, his cock already hard, pressing against her wet entrance without preamble.
He thrust in—hard, deep, claiming her in a single motion.
Rin gasped, her body yielding, filled completely, the stretch a brutal promise.
His hand slid down her back, gripping her hip to anchor her as he fucked her—fast, relentless, the table creaking under their weight.
Her moans spilled out, sharp and broken, her tail whipping, her thighs trembling with each slam of his hips.
The hearth's heat licked at their skin, mingling with the sweat beading on her spine.
"You'll make me come too fast," she panted, her voice fraying.
"Hold it," he growled, his tone unyielding.
She whimpered, her nails digging into the table.
Kio fisted her hair, yanking her head back, his teeth grazing her neck, a fleeting sting that made her gasp.
"You leave in the morning," he said, his voice low, rough against her ear. "Out there, no one touches you like this. You'll feel every thrust. Every stretch. Every time your pussy ached for me."
"I—I will—fuck, I swear—" Her words dissolved into a moan as he slammed into her harder, her body shaking.
He stilled, buried deep, and came, his release flooding her with a heat that tipped her over the edge.
Rin screamed, her climax ripping through her, her knees buckling, her pussy clenching around him.
Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure leaving her trembling, her tail twitching helplessly.
They stayed locked together, his cock still inside her, her breaths ragged, the hearth's crackle the only sound.
Slowly, Kio pulled out, his hands gentle now, lifting her from the table and cradling her against his chest.
She blinked up at him, dazed, her golden eyes soft in the firelight.
He reached into the bedside drawer, drawing out a thin silver chain, a dark blue stone dangling at its center, polished to a dull sheen.
"Wear this," he said, his voice low, steady.
Rin's fingers brushed the stone, her brow furrowing. "What's it for?"
"It frays if you're in mortal danger. I'll know."
She stared at him, then at the chain, its weight light but heavy with meaning. "This… it's old. Rare."
"Yes."
"Where'd you get it?"
"Kept it. Long time."
She didn't press further. Instead, she slipped the chain around her waist, the stone resting just above her mound, a secret etched against her skin.
Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his collarbone, her breath warm. "Don't fuck anyone too well while I'm gone."
"No promises," he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Rin chuckled, but when she pulled back, her smile was softer, smaller, unguarded.
She curled into him, her arms tight around his waist, and didn't let go for a long time, the fire's glow wrapping them in a quiet, fleeting haven.