Chains Of Pride

The minute the natural massage oil that coated Makoto's hands spread across Rikona's back.

It caused her to release a steamy m.o.a.n that slightly fogged the area in front of her. Makoto's hands followed the contours and worked his way down.

"Aahn...mhmmnn..."

The kneading of her muscles along with the heat generated by the oil drew from her the m.o.a.ns that was music to Makoto's ears.

He bent forward to nibble on her ear as he licked in between every gentle bite. His hands continued their work as he groped her perky b.u.t.t in each hand. As each hand was full, he couldn't hold everything all at once, so he started to massage and rub and grope all around, the white mounds slowly turning red from his repeated.c.a.r.e.s.s.

"Yes Makoto p-please me, heal m- ah! Y-yeesss…"

Her breath ran out as she m.o.a.n.e.d in exhilaration. Makoto ran several times up and down her body draining the oil in the bottle as he did so. He eventually started to kiss everywhere he touched, leaving a lick here and there.

The massage oil left a sweet taste in his mouth as he went along. Eventually she rose her b.u.t.t of her own volition, showing Makoto exactly what she wanted.

He smiled when he saw this, well, he promised to serve her, so no need to shy away from this. Besides, it wasn't like he disliked it to begin with.

Makoto positioned himself right where he needed as he went down on her.

'Exhales…' "Yeesss, mmhhmmm, yeeess Makoto!"

Makoto's tongue was like a slippery little serpent as he licked the entrance before he slipped inside. Rikona started to c.u.m in large quantities, the strength began to leave her as her b.u.t.t began to fall, before she felt Makoto's strong hands gripped her t.h.i.g.hs to hold her in place.

Rikona bit her finger to keep herself from screaming out too loudly. This gesture was too e.r.o.t.i.c, no man could keep themselves steady after seeing this. Luckily, Makoto was preoccupied elsewhere and didn't see the scene designed to have him lose control.

He spared no corner, all the crevices were under attack as Makoto's tongue skillfully invaded not just her body, but her senses on a whole. All thoughts of the association, of her failure, the guilt and all else, burned to ashes in the fire of their passion.

She kept on convulsing as her climaxes stripped her of the ability to think, her tongue slightly hanging out from the intensive session.

Unbeknownst to her, Makoto had already moved from where he was and found his way to her lips. Kissing her deeply once again, he drank in the taste of her as she drove effort to indulge in him as well.

When he parted from her lips once more, he quickly took off the pants that impeded him, and sent them to join his shirt and her bra.

When she turned around, she saw as he now sat on the bed where his raging manhood could clearly be seen. Surprisingly, he rubbed the last remaining drops of oil to cover his manhood, granting it a magnificent l.u.s.ter.

She crawled towards and placed both her hands on his shoulder, he then lifted her and carefully aimed as her eagerly awaiting bottom lips first kissed then wrapped around his thick rod.

"Ugh!"

Makoto had to do it slowly, though the slick juices made it not that hard as she slid down on him. The feeling was indescribable, she wrapped around him tightly, he hugged her slim waist tightly, until she was all the way down, as if the sheath met its hilt.

"Mngh!! Guh!! Ah ah ah ah!!"

"Ugh! I- h-hold on Rikona!"

As he s.u.c.k.e.d her b.r.e.a.s.ts, alternating between them, so did she rise and fall on his thick rod. Both their cries and m.o.a.ns filled the room, the euphoria they felt gave voice to it all.

The oil on his erection bathed it in a sort of heat that nearly knocked her senseless once more.

"Oh God! Makoto wait, I can't-"

Their actions were becoming uninhibited! Rikona was practically rising and slamming down to the base. She could feel it reaching to the deepest parts of her.

The healing was effective and Rikona's movements were wild and unrestrained. Her h.i.p.s started to deviate from a simple up and down to a rough twist and to the side. When she felt the new areas his shaft touched, she involuntarily tightened around him.

This caused his erection to swell inside her, the new size knocking on the doors of her w.o.m.b!

"Ah!! Aaaahh!!! God Makoto yes!! T-This was the rejuvenation I n-needed!! Thi-This was the recovery I yearned for!!

She shouted his name to the heavens, and Makoto didn't remain silent himself. His shouts of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e were no less than hers. They took the form of being near incomprehensible blubbering, all but the last few words.

As they shared a kiss connecting both below and above, he pulled away to look at her with flushed cheeks. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts still glistened with a thin layer of sheen, courtesy of his tongue and all else.

Her jade-like skin clashed with her disheveled ebony hair. It hung loosely across the delicate lines of her shoulder. As he observed her, the flush that coloured her cheeks intensified.

"My God I love you…" He said before he came back to himself.

"Wh-What did you just say?" She asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Uh, I didn't, I mean, you looked at m- that series on netflix. It was the moment I got-"

Makoto stuttered and stammered when he realised what he had said earlier. This was the first time Makoto had said he loved her.

Sure, before, he would say it collectively, such as he loves the sisters. There was a distance to it, but now, looking at her properly, staring in the depths of her heart, he spoke his heart true. He had loved her, this was no longer about satisfying each other s.e.x.u.a.lly anymore.

So with that in mind, he stopped babbling earlier and took a deep breath to look at her again. The feeling came much stronger.

"I love you Rikona, I love you much more than a friend. I don't know when our physical relation evolved beyond that for me . But I know, without a shadow of a doubt, much stronger than any feeling that beat within me before. I love you, I love you with everything I have, and with everything I own."

'Sniffles...'

Tears streamed down Rikona's face not for the first time today. She buried her face in his c.h.e.s.t, as she cried once again. Makoto could tell the difference this time around, these were tears of joy, not of sorrow or despondency.

He couldn't help playing a bit as he asked, "Uhm, so do you love me back or…?"

"Yes...yes...yes I do you idiot!" She quickly lifted her head, pecking him with kisses as she answered.

"Hahaha! I should say 'I love you' more often."

He gently held her face and kissed her tears away. A bit of playfulness returned to him as he did so.

"So, may I display to my lady how much I love her?" He asked.

She smiled as she looked back at him with a bit of mischief in return. Her hair hiding half her face, enshrouding her in an air of mystery.

"Well, I hope you didn't think I was going to let you go after you tugged at my heartstrings like that. So please, display to me in full, how much you love me."