The room was thick with warmth and tension. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the soft rhythm of skin against skin.
Celeste held her breasts tightly around Vial's shaft, her hands pressing them together as she moved up and down with slow, deliberate motions. Her eyes never left his — locked on him, searching for every twitch, every change in his expression.
Her hands guided the motion, her rhythm growing bolder. She spat lightly, letting it glide down his length, her movements smoother now, warmer. Her breasts enveloped him, soft and snug, coaxing gasps and sharp exhales from Vial as she played with pressure and pace.
His voice came out hoarse. "Where… where did you learn to do this?"
"I didn't," she whispered, almost proudly. "I'm just…Haah ...figuring it out."
Celeste's lips curled into a sly smile. "You don't like it?"
Vial shook his head quickly, voice strained. "No, it's… it's really good. Almost too good."
Her smile widened. His reaction thrilled her — it made her feel capable, empowered. She pressed her chest tighter, moving faster, finding a rhythm that drew sharper gasps from him.
Then she got playful.
One breast rose as the other fell, her movements no longer symmetrical. She started to tease him with the rhythm, watching how each shift made his body jerk, his jaw tighten. She giggled softly, seeing him squirm under the pleasure.
"You're close, aren't you?" she whispered, her breath tickling his skin.
Vial barely managed a nod. "A little more…"
That was all she needed.
Her pace quickened — warmth, pressure, movement all blending into an overwhelming wave.
Then he tensed.
A soft groan escaped him as he released, his climax hitting hard — streaks of cum spilling across her chest, her neck, and even her cheek. Celeste blinked in surprise, then laughed, wiping a spot from her face with a playful pout.
"Guess I did a good job," she teased, licking her finger and winking.
Vial leaned back, breathless, watching her with a dazed smile.
"Yeah… more than good."
Vial sat up, his breathing still heavy, and reached out to gently cup Celeste's breasts. "Ahhn~" She let out a soft moan at his touch, her body sensitive from the tension and touch. She brought the back of her hand to her lips and bit her pinky, suppressing a smile.
"So soft…" Vial murmured, his thumbs brushing lightly across her skin. "Unreal, really."
Celeste narrowed her eyes at him with a half-smile. "Are you just going to keep playing with them?"
He blinked.
"You can touch them anytime. They're yours anyway," she added, her voice dipping lower with intent. "Shouldn't we move on to… you know… the real thing?"
Vial tilted his head slightly. "Are you saying… you're mine now?"
Celeste gave him a look — part amused, part serious. "We're about to have sex. Doesn't that make it obvious?"
'Right… I keep forgetting', Vial thought. 'This world is different.'
Relationships here didn't follow the rules of his old one — monogamy, hesitation, second-guessing. Here, things moved faster, bolder. And he could have more than one partner.
"I guess so," he said aloud, still adjusting to the new norms.
But Celeste's smile faded. "You guess so? What's that supposed to mean? You don't want me?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Vial said quickly.
Instead of explaining further, he gently guided her body, his hands encouraging her to move. She followed silently, understanding.
Celeste turned and knelt on the couch, placing her knees into the cushion while her hands rested on the backrest. Her back arched naturally, revealing the smooth line of her spine, the curve of her shoulders. Her black hair flowed down across her back like silk.
She looked over her shoulder, eyes meeting his.
Her chest rose and fell with steady, slow breaths — anticipation clearly showing in the way her fingers clenched lightly against the backrest. The air between them was thick, charged.
Vial paused, breath catching slightly as he admired her.
The shape of her hips. The way her bare body caught the light.
Her round cheeks, the exposed view of her pussy, every detail inviting and warm.
He stepped closer, lifting himself to position. One hand gripped her waist, the other guided himself to her entrance, just brushing against her.
"Hnngg~" Celeste gasped — a quiet, involuntary moan slipping from her lips as his cock met her entrance. Her back twitched slightly, reacting to the intimate contact.
Vial exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
The heat of him radiating against her wet folds. He began to push—slowly, deliberately—the head sliding in, stretching her. A sharp intake of breath escaped Celeste, followed by a low moan, "Mmm… ahhn." Her hands clenched tighter on the couch backrest, knuckles white.
He continued, each inch a small victory against her resisting muscles. It was tight—remarkably so—and he could sense this was new for her. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he strained, pushing through the initial resistance. "Easy now," he murmured, his voice rough with exertion. "Just breathe."
Celeste shivered beneath him, her body tense. She whimpered softly, another moan escaping her lips, higher pitched than before. He paused, watching her face, gauging her reaction.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Mmhh…"
Celeste didn't answer right away — her body trembling beneath him, breaths short and uneven. Concerned, Vial leaned in, his lips brushing her ear before he gave it a sudden, sharp bite.
"Ahhn—! That hurts!" Celeste flinched, her voice laced with both surprise and irritation.
"You weren't responding," Vial murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Are you okay now?"
"I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels unfamiliar. I'm still trying to get used to it....haah"
Vial paused, one hand gently stroking her side in slow reassurance. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head quickly, hair brushing his cheek. "No… just don't move yet. Let me adjust."
Vial nodded silently, staying still inside her — giving her the time, the space.