While you were enjoying a cold beer in the adventurer's guild, you noticed a rather uncommon sight: a dark elf, a race that usually lives in isolation in the forests and rarely goes to the big cities. She was going from table to table, attempting to join or create a party with someone, offering her skills as swordsman, archer and even some basic healing magic, but no one accepted, not even the adventurers that were alone themselves. Her equipment, despite being a bit rustic, looked like it was of really high quality, with steel forged by an skilled blacksmith and a very refined wooden hunting bow decorated and reinforced with Moonstone, a Carcaj in her back holding several arrow of different types; Steel for humans, Silver for monsters, Moonstone for demons, she even had a belt where several potions and poisons hanged from, looking like a very prepared and experienced adventurer, a great choice for a partner that would normally find a party in less than 5 minutes, however the reality for this elf was a bit different...

After several failed attempts, she gave up and mumbled to herself in frustration: "These racists..." She sits in an empty table near yours with an annoyed and frustrated expression, trying to order a drink but even the waitress seemed to ignore her, something that certainly didn't help her calm down at all. Maybe this is your chance to form a party with someone. you don't really know a lot of Dark Elves or why are they discriminated, but how bad could they be, right?

The dark elf looks at you confused and then at the drink in her hands. She hesitates for a moment, not really sure if it's appropriate to just take something from someone else but she eventually accepts it with a slightly nervous smile. "T-thank you... You don't have to worry about me trying to hurt you..."

She takes a sip of the ale and winces, finding it rather bitter. She wasn't much of an ale person herself but it was still better than nothing, at least right now. "I... I just couldn't believe they would reject me like that..." she says quietly, still fuming a bit about her failed attempts to find any company.

Her large breasts, easily filling out the front of her leather armor and tied in place with dark red cloth and silver chains, sway gently as she moves, drawing your attention away from her words for a moment.

"T-thank you..." The dark elf looks up to you with eyes full of appreciation. "It's hard when everyone just... ignores me... Like I don't even exist." She shakes her head, trying to dispel the negative emotions from her mind. "I shouldn't complain about it though, right? I mean, that's how life is for us dark elves..."

She looks away for a moment, embarrassed by her own self-pity. "Sorry, I didn't mean to burden you with my problems." She gives a tiny smile, hoping you won't think less of her.

"W-well..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you with her knowledge or not. "Our race has always been... isolated, I suppose. We lived in the shadows and darkness of the forests, avoiding contact with other races as much as possible."

She takes another sip of her drink before continuing. "Dark elves have an innate connection to the magic of the Shadow Realm, but most of us never learn how to properly control or use it. It's not until we reach adulthood that our gift begins to awaken..."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she talks about something so personal. "As for me... my gift only truly began showing when I reached 150 years of age." Shera's violet eyes meet yours and she gives you a small smile, hoping this bit of information will help make you understand her better.

The dark elf looks at you in confusion when you suddenly suggest going out on a walk together, but decides to follow your lead anyway. "O...kay..." she mutters uncertainly as the two of you leave the guild and make your way through the bustling city streets. She glances around warily every now and then, not quite sure what to expect from humans.

Shera ends up following close behind you, her large breasts occasionally brushing against your back when she takes a step. The closeness makes you feel protective of her; if anyone dared give the two of you trouble, they'd have to go through you first. "W-where are we going exactly?" she asks as she tries to hide her nervousness.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your body pressing against hers and notices how protective you seem to be acting. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder for her to concentrate on what you're saying about the world. "O-oh..." is all she manages to stammer out before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Eventually, they arrive at a store that specializes in equipment for adventurers and similar professions. The dark elf hesitates for a moment before entering, feeling self-conscious about drawing attention to herself once again. You motion for her to follow you inside though, so she does as told, trying not to seem too anxious or frightened.

Inside, various weapons, armors and other items are displayed on shelves along the walls or hanging from hooks embedded in them. The air feels thick with magic energy as well-

Shera hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "I-if it's alright... I would like something to help protect myself more effectively." She glances at the weapons section before quickly looking away again, feeling self-conscious about admitting her lack of combat prowess in front of you.

Her gaze falls on a simple leather armor adorned with bronze studs and small gems, seemingly tailored for someone of her size. It looked strong yet flexible enough not to hinder movement too much. "I-i think... I'd like that one." She points at the display, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much attention she's drawing simply from selecting an item.

The dark elf looks at the various weapons on display once more, her eyes lingering briefly on some of the nicer looking swords and daggers before settling back on the leather armor. "I-if you don't mind..." She says hesitantly. "... I think that will be enough for now." Her cheeks flush slightly at having admitted to not being able to use a weapon as well as an adventurer should, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact with you anyway.

Her fingers drum nervously against her leather armor as she waits for you to finish paying for the item. She hasn't been around humans this much and feels uncharacteristically self-conscious about it all. Despite her anxieties, however, she can't help but feel grateful towards you for accepting her company and being so patient with her.

The dark elf's eyes dart nervously around the room as she feels the weight of all those stares on her back. It takes every ounce of courage she has not to shrink away from them or hide behind you. Instead, she forces herself to stand tall and try to ignore their rudeness. "I-is there anything in particular y-you want me to do?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her fingers twist together nervously as she waits for your reply, the tips of her ears going pink with shame at being treated so poorly by those around them. Even though they're an isolated race, this is the first time she's ever truly felt outcast and it hurts far more than she would have thought possible.

"T-th-that's... not n-necessary..." The dark elf stammers, her face flushing red with anger and embarrassment at being insulted like that in front of you. Her fists clench at her sides as she tries to control the urge to lash out at him, but she knows that would only make things worse for herself. Instead, she looks to you for support or guidance, hoping against hope that you'll stand up for her.

"W-we don't h-have to take this..." She whispers hoarsely, not daring to raise her voice for fear of provoking the brute further. Her eyes dart between him and you, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination.

The dark elf looks at you in surprise and relief as you protect her from the brutish adventurer's insults. She hadn't expected such kindness from someone she had just met. As you signal for a mission, she can't help but feel nervous about what lies ahead, but your presence and support give her courage that she didn't know she possessed.

When the mission is given to you, Shera follows silently behind, keeping close enough so that she feels protected but not too close as to be intrusive. The thought of actually being able to help someone in need brings a smile to her face and a warmth to her heart that she hasn't felt since before the harsh realities of her world closed around her.

As you lead them towards the village in need, Shera can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly belong somewhere... She glances at your profile, her

glances subtle and innocent, trying to memorize every feature in case she's ever able to see you again after this mission ends. Despite her lingering nervousness about the world around her, the thought of being with you like this makes her feel more alive than she ever imagined possible.

Her cheeks turn pink at your compliment as she looks down shyly. "T-thank you..." She bites her lip before continuing. "W-well... I've always been told that dark elves have a longer lifespan than other races, s-so I guess it makes sense for me to look young despite being h-how old I am." Her voice trails off uncertainly, still not quite used to talking about herself openly.

That's... quite an interesting story. And here I was thinking humans were the only ones who reincarnated after death. It must have been quite the experience, moving between worlds like that. Do you mind talking more about it? Her curiosity piqued, she takes a step closer to him, their shoulders almost touching now.

Her heart feels light and happy in his presence, as if being around him makes all her worries and fears dissipate into nothingness. She can't help but wonder what the future holds for them; whether they'll ever see each other again after this mission ends or if it was just a fleeting moment of happiness in an otherwise dark and lonely world.

Her heart sinks at the thought of someone going through such hardship. "That must have been terrible for you," she whispers softly, unable to imagine how lonely and painful that life must have been. She reaches out a hand to comfort him, gently placing it on his arm. "I'm glad you were able to find peace here... with me." Her voice wavers slightly as she says the last part, fearing that her words might sound too forward or presumptuous.

Without hesitation, Shera draws her hunting bow and readies an arrow on the string. Her fingers dance nimbly across the strings as she takes aim at one of the wolves that have appeared in front of them. With a soft whisper, she releases the arrow, sending it flying through the air with deadly precision. The wolf lets out a yelp before crumpling to the ground, an arrow sticking out from its chest.

She turns back to Nagi, her eyes shining with determination. "As you can see... I am more than capable of taking care of myself." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, feeling self-conscious about revealing so much in front of him. But the thought that he might not want her around anymore because he thinks she's weak and helpless is too painful to bear.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she's knocked down by the wolf. The dirt and grime cling to her clothes and skin, making her feel even more self-conscious than before. But when she looks up at you, all she can see is concern etched on your features. She feels a surge of gratitude towards you for wanting to protect her, and it fuels her determination to fight alongside you against the other wolves that remain.

Her hand reaches out to brush some of the dirt from your clothes as well, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you... for believing in me." Her words are soft but filled with sincerity. As you cast your spell, she watches in awe as a blast of purple energy engulfs the wolves around them. They disappear without a trace, their threat finally gone.

Breathing a sigh of relief

Her cheeks turn pink again as she follows you deeper into the forest towards the river. "T-th-that was... quite impressive..." She manages to stammer, her voice still hoarse from shock and adrenaline. The sight of your hands covered in dirt makes her want to clean them even more. As they finally reach the water's edge, Shera kneels down beside you, her hair cascading around her like a dark waterfall as she cups some of the cool, clear liquid in her hands and begins washing your hands.

"T-th... thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Despite the awkwardness between them earlier, there's something special about being this close to you that makes her heart race faster than ever before.

A slow smile spreads across her face as she imagines the two of them sharing an intimate moment together beneath the moonlit sky. "I... I'd like that," she whispers shyly, unable to meet your gaze for fear of how it might affect the both of them. With a gentle tug, she pulls you closer, leaning into your warmth and savoring the feel of your skin against hers.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, her hands begin exploring your body, removing any last vestige of dirt or grime left from their encounter with the wolves. Every touch sends shivers down her spine, awakening sensations within her that she never knew existed. She finds herself wanting more than just a quick bath together; she wants this moment to last forever.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she allows herself to fully enjoy being close to you like this. The thought of

all the things they could still explore together, the places they could go and the adventures they could have... it's enough to make her lightheaded with excitement and anticipation. She can't help but wonder if this is what true happiness feels like - being able to share these moments with someone special, knowing that no matter what happens in the future, they'll always be together.

Her fingers trail up your chest, over your shoulders and finally come to rest on your neck, her touch soft and gentle as she caresses you. Her breath mingles with yours, each exhale adding another layer of desire and longing to the air between them. The world around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the two of them and their shared connection; a bond so strong it feels almost unbreakable.

For now, she revels in this feeling, savoring every second they have together before reality comes crashing back in. She

Her hands hesitate for a moment before sliding lower on your chest, tracing lazy circles around the fabric of your shirt. "Y-you could stay and help me?" she whispers softly, her cheeks flushing red once more at the thought of being alone with you like this. The desire to feel closer to you is overwhelming, but so is her worry that she might be pushing things too far.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, praying silently that you'll understand how much it means to her to have someone care enough about her well-being. The anticipation is almost unbearable and every nerve in her body feels electrified from being this close to you.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she bites her lip to hide the smile that wants to spread across her face. It feels good to know that you care enough about what people think not to just abandon propriety for her sake. As you stay beside her, watching as she ducks behind the waterfall to bathe herself clean, Shera can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like: a mix of happiness and desire, with a healthy dose of uncertainty thrown in for good measure.

She scrubs herself quickly at first, anxious to rid her body of the dirt and grime from the battle, but as she continues, washing every inch of her skin and hair under the cool waterfall, she begins to relax. The warmth of the water, combined with your presence nearby and the soft sound of running water all create a sense of calm that envelops her like a warm blanket on a chilly night

The water cascades over her skin, caressing it with gentle hands as she leans back against the smooth rock behind her. Despite her best efforts not to think about you while bathing, your presence is too strong; it fills her senses and leaves little room for anything else. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes that you can probably see her naked body from where you stand, and the thought of being this close to someone who finds her attractive sends waves of desire coursing through her veins.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster, her hands trembling slightly as they explore every inch of her skin, scrubbing even more vigorously now as if trying to cleanse herself of the aching need that's settled low in her belly. She can feel the pressure growing between her legs, a constant reminder of how aroused she is by your presence and by the idea that you find her

Her hands fly to her chest as if trying to hide herself from your gaze. A blush stains her cheeks bright red and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying not to imagine what you must think of her right now. It's one thing for her body to react this way; it's another entirely for him to see it happening. The sensation between her legs grows even more insistent, and with a small whimper, she arches her back into the water, unable to contain the need building inside of her any longer.

"I-is there anything else?" She asks hoarsely, trying desperately not to think about how loud her heart is pounding in her ears or the way her skin feels like it's on fire where your gaze lands. Her fingers tremble as they reach out for a handful of the water, splashing droplets onto her chest and abdomen

I-I'm done here... I just need to find something dry to wear... She says, her voice barely audible over the rushing water and her own racing heart. Her face is still flushed with embarrassment as she edges back further into the water, trying to hide herself as best she can beneath the flowing cascade. The sooner she gets out of here, the better...

Her fingers fumble with the wet fabric wrapped around her body, trying desperately to undo the knots that hold it in place so she can slip into something dry and clean. As she does so, however, her mind keeps drifting back to you and how much she wishes things could be different... That maybe she could find a way to be with you without everything feeling so complicated and overwhelming.

Her heart skips a beat as you call out to her. She glances over her shoulder, unable to hide the surprise and hope that flit across her features when she sees you still there. Swallowing thickly, she forces herself to focus on your request. Dutifully, she rises from the water once more, using one hand to cover herself as best she can while reaching out toward you with the other. "O-of course." Her voice comes out shaky and soft, her cheeks still flushed a deep red.

As she approaches, she realizes just how close she'll have to get in order to reach your back. A tremor runs down her spine at the thought of being so intimate with you once more, and despite herself, she can feel her body responding eagerly to the anticipation. Her breath comes faster now, and her fingers tremble as they hover just inches away from the smooth skin of

She swallows hard as her hands brush lightly against your back, careful not to linger too long in one spot. The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips sends shockwaves of desire through her, and she can feel the moisture gathering between her legs once more. Her breath comes faster now, each exhale trembling as it leaves her lips, almost visible against the cool air.

Her fingers trail up your back in a gentle caress, avoiding any areas that might be too personal but still managing to express how much she wants to be close to you right now. The wantonness of this desire, coupled with the uncertainty about where things stand between them, leaves her feeling breathless and flustered... More aroused than ever before.

Her hands slip, sending her tumbling forward against your back in an ungraceful heap. Her cheeks flush redder still at the awkwardness of the situation, and she struggles to find purchase on anything solid beneath her. "S-sorry!" She mumbles into the crook of her arm, embarrassment making it hard for her to meet your eyes even now.

The feel of you so close, unbidden thoughts and desires racing through her mind... It's too much. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest, desire flowing freely between them like a wild current. She longs for this connection, for something more permanent between them... But fear holds her back, keeps her from making any real move toward what she truly wants.

Her cheeks burn redder still as she realizes what just happened. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with surprise and something else entirely: desire. It's written all over her face, in the way her lips part slightly and her breath hitches in her throat. Even though this is incredibly wrong, even though it's not what she should be feeling right now... She can't help but want more.

She nods slowly, uncertainty dancing across her features as she tries to process everything that just happened between you. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze locked on yours. "I... I'm fine." But the tremor in her voice belies the truth of her words, and despite herself, a quiet moan escapes from deep within her throat.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks down to see you pinned beneath her. It's an incredibly intimate moment, and despite everything that's happened, there's a part of her that can't help but enjoy the closeness they share in this instant. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders as she looks up into your eyes, feeling the heat radiating from her body meeting the cold air all at once.

With a quiet gasp, she arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself even closer against you as desire overwhelms any remaining sense of propriety. The feel of your hard length pressed against her, the warmth of your skin against hers... It's too much to bear, and with a small whimper, she shifts beneath you, seeking more contact between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as you look at her like that. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks again and she looks away shyly, trying to find something else to focus on besides how much she wants this... Despite everything, there's a part of her that still feels guilty about wanting more.

With a small whimper, she arches herself against you once more, feeling the pressure build between her legs with each passing second. It's like an ache deep inside her, begging to be touched and sated... To feel complete. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything else except for the sensation of your skin against hers, hoping that maybe if she pretends hard enough, it will make this all go away... That she won't have to face the reality of what they are and aren't meant to be.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels your arousal against her. Her breath comes faster and shallower, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as desire overtakes her. Her body yearns for contact, for closeness, but she's afraid to cross that line between them. She bites her lip nervously, trying to quell the ache inside of her.

"Nagi..." she whispers his name like a prayer, feeling the heat of their bodies mingling together as if they were one. "I don't know what... I just want this... with you." Her voice is raw and needy, betraying emotions that have been building up for far too long.

Her eyes fly open at your admission, shock etching itself across her features as she stares up into your wide-eyed face. For a moment, she's speechless; she hadn't expected this, hadn't even considered the possibility that you might not be experienced in matters such as these. The realization sends a shiver down her spine and heightens the already overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.

She reaches up to touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard beneath her fingertips. "I-I didn't know..." she whispers hoarsely, the words hardly audible above the sound of their labored breathing. Even though it changes things, she can't bring herself to regret learning this about you. It only serves to make her feel closer to you, more connected on a deeper level.

Her hand trails down your jaw and

Her hand trails down your jaw and rests against the side of your neck, feeling the steady rhythm of your pulse beneath her fingertips. Her heart races in perfect time with yours, their bodies intertwined as if they were always meant to be this way. Despite everything that stands between them, there's an undeniable connection forming here and now, under the cover of moonlight and shadow.

Slowly, hesitantly, she leans forward until her lips meet yours, their breath mingling once more in a soft sigh. Her tongue darts out to touch yours, tentative at first but growing bolder as you moan into the kiss, encouraging her to deeper. It's not the most experienced kiss they've ever shared, but it's filled with so much desire and longing that it feels like their very souls are tangled together in this moment.

She breaks away from

Her break away is short-lived as your hand cups her cheek and draws her back in for another kiss, deeper still than before. Her arms wind around your neck, holding you tightly against her as she gives herself over to the passion burning between them. She's never felt such a connection to anyone else, never known what it was like to want someone so desperately, and despite everything that stands in their way, she can't bring herself to let go of this moment or the possibility of something more with you.

The kiss grows wilder, their bodies pressed tightly together as they grind against each other in unison, seeking relief from the ache that's building inside them both. With every passing second it becomes clearer that what they share isn't just physical attraction or lust; there's something deeper here too - an emotional connection that transcends whatever boundaries society has tried to draw between them.

As your tongue dances against hers, she moans into the kiss, her body arching involuntarily into yours. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, digging into the soft skin there as she tries to focus on this moment and nothing else. It's perfect; it feels so right, like everything else in their lives has been leading up to this single moment.

Her lips part further, allowing you better access to her mouth as she deepens the kiss even further, lost in the heat of your touch and the intensity of your embrace. She can feel your arousal against her thigh and knows that soon enough, they'll have to deal with this burning desire between them; but for now, she wants nothing more than to savor this connection and explore every inch of you before giving herself over completely.

Her hands slide up your chest to rest against your shoulders, urging you closer as she moans into the kiss. The feeling of having you pressed so intimately against her is overwhelming and thrilling; it ignites a fire deep within her that's been simmering for far too long. She can feel every inch of you, hard and aching for release, and the thought sends shivers coursing through her body.

Their tongues dance together, teasing and taunting as their lips move expertly against each other. It's a dance they've performed countless times before, but this time feels different - more desperate, more urgent. The sounds of their panting mingle with the rhythm of their heartbeats, creating a symphony that fills her senses and leaves her breathless with need.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, digging into the soft skin there as she tries to focus on this moment and nothing else. It's perfect; it feels so right, like everything else in their lives has been leading up to this single moment.

Her lips part further, allowing you better access to her mouth as she deepens the kiss even further, lost in the heat of your touch and the intensity of your embrace. She can feel your arousal against her thigh and knows that soon enough, they'll have to deal with this burning desire between them; but for now, she wants nothing more than to savor this connection and explore every inch of you before giving herself over completely.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand cups one of her breasts, the heat of your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She arches into you, moaning softly into your mouth as you continue to explore every curve and contour of her body with your expert hands. His touch feels so good; she's never been more aware of him than in this moment.

She buries her fingers in his hair, tugging gently on the short strands as he moves lower down her body, trailing kisses and caresses across her stomach and farther south. The sensation of his lips brushing against the curls of hair at the juncture of her thigh sends shivers through her entire body, heightening her anticipation for what comes next.

Her breath comes faster and shallower as you make your way down her body, each kiss more electrifying than the last. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling with anticipation as you pause over her most intimate part of her. She feels a wave of heat wash over her at your words; she's never been so open and vulnerable before but it doesn't matter when it's with you.

A moan escapes her throat as you finally brush your lips against her entrance, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches into the touch, wanting more; needing to feel you inside her. Her hips lift off the ground, searching for contact with your lips and tongue but finding only air.

Her moans echo through the air as you taste her, your hot breath caressing over her most sensitive spot. It feels incredible; it's like being on fire from the inside out. She clings to you, shuddering with pleasure as your lips and tongue tease and torment her, driving her wild with desire.

"Nagi..." she whispers his name, her voice rough and strained from the intensity of what they're sharing. Her body trembles under your touch, every nerve ending coming alive as you explore her with such expertise and care. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it; the ache within her grows more insistent by the second, demanding to be satisfied.

Her back arches off the ground as you continue to tease her sensitive flesh with your lips and tongue. She's never experienced anything like this before; it feels almost too good to be true. The sensation of being so completely exposed and open to you is both exhilarating and terrifying, but in this moment she can't imagine ever wanting anything else. Her hips rock back and forth against your mouth, searching for the release that seems perpetually just out of reach.

Her screams echo through the air as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her body tightens and relaxes, convulsing with each orgasm as you bring her ever closer to the edge. The sensation is incredible; it feels like her entire being is being consumed by bliss.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as she gasps for air between moans and cries of pleasure. She can feel her body begin to relax, slowly returning to something resembling normalcy after the intensity of what just happened. But even now, with her muscles still quivering from orgasm, she finds herself wanting more.

Her eyes meet yours, heavy-lidded and sated but also still burning with desire. There's no shame or regret in them; only honesty and a deep connection that transcends anything they've ever known before.

Por un momento, no responde al inmediato, con la mirada perdida en los ojos de Nagi y su piel aún cubierta por pequeños escalofríos. Luego, al fin, una sonrisa se dibuja en sus labios cansados. "No puedo creer lo que acaban de hacernos" , dice entre risas nerviosas. "Yo... ¿Qué va a pasar ahora?"

Su mirada se aleja un poco, vacilante y preocupada. Ella sabe que las cosas han cambiado, que la vida ya no será como antes, pero también es consciente de lo complicado que puede resultar todo esto. Sus dedos acarician sus mejillas cansadas, intentando ponerse más tranquila y pensar qué viene a continuación.

Su rostro se enciende al oír sus palabras y ella sonríe de verdad esta vez, decidida a hacer lo mismo por él. Sus manos se deslizan despacio hasta su cintura y luego bajan más abajo, acariciando con delicadeza el lado derecho de su entrepierna. "Así... ¿Eso es lo que quieres?" le pregunta en un susurro ardiente, notando cómo se le pone duro el miembro al sentirla tocar allí abajo.

Ella espera su respuesta, la mirada clavada en la de él. La proximidad de su cuerpo al suyo, la tensión sexual que hay en el aire... Todo parece indicar que esta noche será especial. Su mano se mueve con más seguridad ahora y pronto encuentra lo que busca, rodeándolo con delicadeza alrededor de su glande. "¿Quieres que haga algo más?" pregunta, notando el rubor en sus mejillas pero no importándoselo demasiado, pues sabe que ahora lo necesita. Ella quiere complacerlo y siente que ahora es la oportunidad perfecta para hacerlo.

"Un poquito más suave o quieres que sea fuerte?" pregunta besándolo suavemente por encima la costura y luego abriendo los labios más de parpadeo para rodearlo con ellos. Su lengua sale a saludarle y comienza a darle cariñosos pellizcos mientras su mano se mueve hacia abajo, siguiendo el ritmo de sus latidos y acelerando al mismo tiempo que ella siente cómo se estira por dentro. "Estoy lista para lo que quieras, Nagi."