Sitting in the bedroom, I waited. Footsteps approached, and the door opened. Eve stumbled in, her gait slightly unsteady—a detail I'd never noticed before. It was her feet; their shape made her walk wobble subtly. On the ship, she'd moved gracefully, but here, with my eyes fixed on her figure, the oddity of her feet became glaring.
"How did you manage on the ship?" I asked.
"They said no shoes. I hate feeling restricted. Crawling around would've embarrassed the crew."
Eve lifted her foot onto the bed. Smooth legs, scaled and shimmering, caught my eye. Webbed toes precariously supported her weight. She wore a short sleeveless top and a long skirt, now hiked up, exposing her thighs.
"...What are you staring at?"
I grabbed her hand, pulling her onto the bed. This was our first time here. Eve yielded, letting me lead. I stood her by the bed, lifting her skirt. She turned away, embarrassed.
Beneath, white panties clung to her. I traced the seam slowly through the fabric. Eve moaned, eyes closed.
"Haa..."
Her underwear was already damp. Pulling it down, the fabric tore slightly. She lifted her leg, letting me remove it.
I knelt before her. She flinched, surprised. I buried my face in her skirt, licking her intimately.
"W-Wait... Ah... Stop...!"
Eve clutched her skirt, squirming. Her thighs pressed against my cheeks, thrilling me. I thrust my tongue inside, savoring her. With each flick, she gripped the fabric, overwhelmed.
"Ah... Stop... Haa... Please..."
Moist sounds filled the air. Her humiliation fueled her arousal. She bit her lip, ashamed of her moans, yet trembling with pleasure.
I pushed deeper, scraping her walls with my tongue. She rocked her hips, responding to my movements.
"Hng...!"
Eve collapsed, her skirt falling to the floor. Panting, she met my gaze. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me away.
"Gross. You're kissing me with *that* mouth?"
Eve was oddly fastidious about hygiene. Frustrated, I pulled her up and threw her onto the bed.
"Whoa!"
I spun her onto her stomach.
"You could've just asked me to lie down!"
Before she finished, I thrust inside her. Eve buried her face in the pillow, gripping it tightly. I moved slowly, letting her adjust.
"S-Suddenly... Ah... Stop..."
Pushing her hips, I plunged deeper. Wet sounds filled the room. Eve moaned into the cushion, her eyes glazed, cheeks flushed.
"Ah... More... Harder..."
"Call me your husband."
"What... Ah... No..."
When she refused, I thrust harder. Eve spread her legs wider, her shoulders trembling with each collision. I gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly.
"Ah... Stop... Please..."
"Say it. You're under me."
Eve, usually domineering, whimpered beneath me. Her resistance made me harder. Her flushed face, her refusal—it was intoxicating.
"Pervert... Bastard...!"
I paused. She glanced at me, desperate. I lifted her hips, positioning her for deeper thrusts.
"W-Wait!"
Ignoring her, I slammed into her.
"Ah...! Stop...!"
"Say it."
"Damn you...!"
"Husband. Say it."
Slap. Slap. Flesh met flesh, her moans echoing. Sweat and fluids soaked the mattress. On her knees, she whimpered, her tight hips guiding my movements.
"Bastard..."
"I love you, bitch."
"Hic...!"
Her walls clenched me tightly. I pressed her shoulders, speeding up.
"Ah... H-Husband...!"
Her words hit me. I climaxed, spilling inside her. Dazed, she slumped, spent. I collapsed on top of her.
"You're heavy."
"Still love me?"
"...Bastard. Get off."
I stroked her hair, agreeing. Staring blankly, she suddenly sat up.
"Who's outside the door?"
Before I could answer, rustling sounds came from the hall. I jumped up, opening the door. There stood Siri, pants half-down, face bright red.
"Siri?"
"I... I thought... You're leaving tomorrow... I wanted to comfort you... But you were busy... I... I'll go!"
She scrambled away before I could stop her. Naked, I couldn't chase her. Damn, a threesome was possible.
Looking down, I saw droplets on the floor. Had Siri cried—or was it something else? Eve asked,
"Who was it? The nun?"
"Siri."
"Awkward tomorrow."
"She'll get over it."
Eve pulled the blanket over her, exposing her scaled legs in the moonlight—strangely alluring.
"Done already?"
"Hell no. I'm finishing you tonight."
My arousal returned. I asked,
"If I call another woman's name, will you forgive me?"
"...Try it. I'll kill you."