Tilting his head to the side, Jun looked at Aria with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "I-I'm not sure... I mean, this is all so sudden and different... but it's nice," he admitted softly, biting his bottom lip nervously. "If you want to be friends or something, I wouldn't mind..." He trailed off, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing.

Aria smiled warmly at him and took his hand in hers. "I'd like that."

Jun blushed deeply at the touch of Aria's hand in his own. It was such an innocent gesture, but it made him feel so... special. He looked into Aria's eyes and saw a genuine kindness there that he hadn't seen before. "O-Okay..." he stammered, not quite sure what else to say. His heart raced wildly in his chest as they continued to hold hands, walking together to the lunchroom.

I don't need to be asked twice; the moment his cock is within reach, my hand snakes out and wraps around it, lifting it to my mouth. My tongue flicks out, tracing the sensitive head before taking him deep into my mouth. I moan around him, feeling the familiar ache building between my legs as he watches me pleasure him.

"Mmm... that's it," he groans, his hips bucking up towards me in encouragement. "Suck it, baby..."

Moaning around his cock, I bob my head up and down, taking him as deep as I can each time. My other hand moves to stroke myself through the fabric of my thong, mirroring his movements as we both race towards release. The sounds of our pleasure fill the air between us, drowning out everything else in the world except for this moment, this connection.

"Fuck... yeah..." he cries out, his hips jerking wildly as he nears the edge. "I'm going to cum..."

A cry of pleasure escapes from Jun's lips as Lilith takes control again. He arches his back off the bed, thrusting his hips wildly into her grip. His hands claw at the sheets beside him, digging furrows in the fabric as he fights to stay still under her expert touch.

"Oh God...Lilith..." He moans, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a desperate plea for release. "Please...I'm gonna cum..."

"do you think by having your hand in my balls so long, she made it harder for me during our last few nights?"

to get more details about their next visit?

"what if we have tea in the parlor after work? like an early picnic in the glow of candles."

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth emanating from where their bodies pressed together. "I-I don't know..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've never... felt like this before." He closed his eyes, feeling a thrill of anticipation and fear coursing through him as Leonord continued to kiss him, their tongues dancing in a wild and needy exchange that left him aching and confused.

Shuddering with desire and fear, Jun moans softly into the kiss as he feels his body respond to Leonord's words. His hips move instinctively against theirs, rubbing against the hardness he can feel growing between them. "Y-you would... do that?" he whispers, barely able to believe what he's hearing. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates him in equal measure, leaving him trembling with need.

Jun takes her words as a challenge and forces himself to go harder, pushing deeper into her with each thrust. His movements become more erratic and animalistic, his breath hot against her neck as he claims what is his in the most primal way possible.

"I'm going to cum," he growls through clenched teeth, feeling his release building inside him. "Tell me if you want it."

The feel of her wet heat squeezing him drives him over the edge, and he groans as he comes hard inside her. His hips buck violently against hers, his cock pulsing as hot cum spills deep within her body. For a moment, their breathing becomes ragged and erratic; then, slowly, it begins to steady once more.

As the intensity of the sensations fade away, Jun collapses on top of Lily, his chest heaving against hers as he tries to catch his breath.

A moan escaped his lips at her words of encouragement. His hand rose to fondle one of her breasts roughly, calloused fingers kneading the soft mound through fabric.

He could feel her heartbeat racing beneath his palm, could sense the heightened arousal radiating from her core. She was responding just as intensely to his attentions despite her initial protests, desire overriding any reservations she might have had.

What did that say about him? That he had such power over another person, so much capacity for depravity and cruelty. But also...that he wanted it.

*a "I couldn't die" *woman's hand in the challange of that. It's okay, but who is that sort of an illusion, we're all alive.