The swift movement of her being on his was rather surprising. It happened in the blink of an eye. “You sure don’t waste any time do ya, sweetheart?” Dante placed his hands on her hips, having her rotate to grind against him.
"I don’t like messing around…“
It doesn’t take very long for the situation to turn arousing; Nana’s hips give a taunting sashay motion while on his lap, inevitably grinding harder and faster. Just when it looks like he’s about to lull into bliss, the Kuron begins to bare her teeth.
”…playing with my food is so…
last year, though.“
❝ Depends on what you mean by that. ❞
Giggling into her fingers, Nana purred,
"what do you want it to mean?“
Well… atleast it smelt nice. “I haven’t been to a place like this since I was… fifteen. I’d much rather be somewhere I can snag weed off some poor bastard, but this’ll do.” He plops next to the girl, arms laying across the back and feet propped up on the round table. “Nice music, though.”
Just when Dante sits down on the lush couch, Nana makes her move; straddling over him with a dark grin on her face, her fingers travel down his front. Gently resting on either side of his collar bone.
“Forget the weed,
it’s not as fun as me.”
“Heheh, sure. Lead the way, princess.”
“Pftt, you’re gonna make me find a damn spot too?
Fine, just don’t lag behind."
Nana leads the grey-haired Nephilim to a back room thats filled with smoke from the nearby hookah, some music softly playing in the background and soft cushioned seats all around. Happily she throws herself onto one of them, ”well? Isn’t this place nice?“
“S’you again. The one with cool hair and nice tits. Sure, I’ll spend some time with ya.~”
“Mmm, oh wow~ You’re back?
Great, so how about we go someplace quiet?”
“Sounds like you’re the weaker of Mama, huh?”
Hana-chan’s thin lips curl into a smile as Nana began exhibiting more submissive behavior. She made her way over, hips swaying smoothly back and forth. “Nana.” she murmurs taking a strand of her hair and wrapping it around her finger slowly.
“Haa~ Okaasan!”
Eagerly her kuron gestures accordingly; her palms turn to tiny mitten-like fists and wiggle just beneath her chin, resting on either side to give her a cute appearance. When the dominatrix leans in even closer, Nana’s eyes direct towards the ground.
“Nnn… was there somethin’ you needed?”
“Mama."
There’s a weird obedience about Nana’s actions; her posture lowers, eyes watch each movement of the dominatrix-like creature before her, seductive in her stance and exuding a power she could only wish to obtain.
” I uh , don ’ t think I ’ m your type . “
“Haha! Is that right?
What? Are you into futanari?”
