The Raiden Shogun’s bedroom was bathed in the faint glow of moonlight, her purple braid slung over one shoulder as she leaned against the dresser. Her white tank top clung to her curves, the black thong beneath barely containing the swell of her ass. Across the room, her boyfriend—tall, broad, his dark skin gleaming—licked his lips.
“You’re staring,” she murmured, but the smirk on her face betrayed her cool tone.
“Damn right.” He closed the distance in two strides, calloused hands gripping her waist. “This shit’s coming off.”
Riiip. The tank top tore at the seams, her tits bouncing free. She gasped, but his mouth was already on her neck. “F-fuck—!” Her nails dug into his back as he palmed her tits, thumbs flicking over her nipples.
“You sound pretty desperate for a god,” he growled, yanking her thong aside. Two fingers plunged into her pussy, squelch, curling just right. Her legs trembled; her braid whipped as she threw her head back. “Ngh—! D-don’t tease—!”
“Who’s teasing?” He dropped to his knees, tongue lapping at her clit. Schlick, schlick. Her thighs clamped around his head, juices dripping down his chin. “Tastes like heaven.”
She came with a scream, but he wasn’t done. Standing, he flipped her onto the bed, cock slapping against her ass. “Beg.”
“Fuck you—ahh!” His tip pressed against her entrance, pop, stretching her wide. Slap! Slap! Each thrust knocked the breath from her lungs, her braid wrapped around his fist like a leash. “H-harder—!”
The bedframe cracked against the wall as he pistoned into her, her pussy gushing around him. “Cum with me,” he demanded, and she did—walls clenching, back arching, his name a broken chant.
Splurt! Ropes of cum filled her, dripping onto the sheets. Collapsing, she panted, “...Again.”