Kyaaahh~… why is she so cute! Oh no! My little heart can’t handle this! I might die!

I almost said it out loud. I swear I did.

‘P-Please be gentle.’

I almost cooed at her like she was a lost kitten.

But I was also so, so turned on. The way she stuttered it out, all shy and flushed, biting her lip like she couldn’t believe she was asking for this—for me. It hit me right in the chest, that mix of adorable and desperate, like she was handing over the last pieces of her broken self and trusting me not to shatter them further.

“Gentle?” I repeated the word, the syllable vibrating between us. My gaze swept over her—pale, trembling, and looking like a discarded doll that had finally found its way home. “Lora, I’m a lot of things, but ‘gentle’ usually isn’t at the top of the list when I’m this worked up.”

I leaned down, my hair brushing against her collarbones, my voice dropping to a predatory whisper that made her toes curl against the cold stone.

“But for you? For my favorite little goddess? I’ll try. But I make no promises once you start making those sounds again.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper, a shaky breath escaping her lips.

“M-Morgana…” she stammered, her hands hovering uncertainly near my shoulders, like she wasn’t sure if she should pull me closer or push me away. One wrong move and she’d plummet into the abyss of her own… lust.

“Morgana,” she whispered again, my name a prayer on her lips. “Please. I need you to—”

I cut her off with a smirk, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Need me to what, Lora? Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg,” I said with a wide grin.

“I want you to… to take me. But gently. Please.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

Ouch!… my fragile heart just broke from the cuteness overload! I need to do something! Something rough and gentle at the same time!

So instead of using my hands, I used my tongue, starting slow, just like I promised. My lips found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, nipping and sucking until she let out a long, shaky moan.

“M-Morgana… that feels… so hot…” she whispered, her fingers frantically tracing the muscles of my back.

“That’s the life coming back, Lora,” I murmured against her skin. “Feel it. Don’t fight it. Let it burn away all that grey bullshit you’ve been drowning in.”

My hand slid down, past her ribs, past the dip of her waist, finding the warmth between her legs. She was already slick, her body betraying her desperation to feel anything other than the numbness of grief. When I touched her, she arched so hard her head knocked back against the floor, a sharp gasp escaping her.

“Ah! Too… It’s too much!”

“Not enough,” I countered, my eyes locking onto hers. “Give me more. Show me that the Goddess of farm and animals hasn’t completely given up on herself.”

I kept my gaze fixed on Lora, watching every flicker of emotion dance across her face as I slowly moved my finger in circular motion. I focused on the soft bud of her clit, and every so often, I would gently pinch her small pink nipple.

“You want me to stop?” I teased, moving my hand away slightly.

“NO!” she cried out, her hands grabbing my wrist, trying to pull me back. “Don’t… don’t stop. Please.”

“That’s what I thought.”

I leaned down, my tongue tracing her lips before delving inside. She met my kiss with a feverish intensity, her own tongue tangling with mine, her body writhing beneath me. She was no longer passive, no longer just a vessel for my touch. She was an active participant, her hips bucking, her hands exploring my body, her lips greedy for more.

“Morgana…” she moaned, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I took the invitation, my lips trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking until I knew she’d bear the marks of my passion.

“That’s it, Lora,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “Let go. Let me in.”

My fingers found her clit again, circling it with expert precision. She cried out, her body arching off the ground, seeking more. I gave it to her, sliding one finger in her virgin tight entrance.

“Ah… Morgana… I’m… I’m…”

“Let go, Lora,” I urged, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.”

My thumb worked her clit faster, my index pumping in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars. Her body tensed, her back arching, a silent scream on her lips.

‘Oh man, if I don’t die from the cuteness, I’m definitely going to die from the sheer intensity of this!’

Usually, I don’t waste time in foreplay, always jumping straight to the main event, but I’m enjoying this. Enjoying Lora’s cute reactions as I ‘play’ with her small body.

Moreover, I need to be careful, as she was still very delicate, not just physically but emotionally as well.

So I will keep my promise. I will be gentle. For now… Hehehe~.

“Fuck, that’s it, Lora,” I growled against her ear, my voice rough with satisfaction, adding a second finger. “You are so tight.”

Her only answer was a strangled moan, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“I… I can’t…” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It’s… too much…”

“You can,” I insisted, my thumb pressing harder on her clit. “You will.”

I felt her inner muscles clench around my fingers, a sure sign she was close.

‘By my holy tits! She’s so small, so soft… I feel like if I move too fast, I’ll break her, but if I move too slow, I’ll go crazy! Focus, Morgana! Don’t let the ‘hentai’ brain take over completely!’

“M-Morgana… I—I can’t hold on…” Her voice was a broken whimper, her nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to sting as her hips rocked against my hand, chasing the high. “It’s… It’s too much… I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Show me how alive you are.”

Swiftly, I leaned down, my head between her legs, replacing my fingers with my tongue.

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, and her entire body went rigid for a heartbeat before shattering into a series of violent tremors. Her thighs clamped around my head, holding me in place, and she came with a force that took me by surprise. She tasted… divine. Literally. A mix of honey, wildflowers, and something… uniquely Lora.

BOOM!

A shockwave of pure, unadulterated divinity rippled out from where we were joined, slamming into the walls of the temple like a physical pulse. I watched, breathless, as the black, oily rot was literally vaporized. In its place, thick, muscular vines of Heartwood shot out of the ground, weaving themselves into the crumbling architecture and reinforcing the stone.

Emerald moss carpeted the floor beneath us in an instant, soft as velvet and smelling of fresh rain. White lilies—Lora’s signature—burst into bloom on every pillar, their petals glowing with a soft, bioluminescent hum.

‘Holy hell, I didn’t just wake her up… I jump-started her entire domain!’

I stayed there for a moment, my mouth on Lora’s pussy, licking and sucking gently through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as the world around us was reborn.

She was shaking, tiny aftershocks racking her small frame as she slowly drifted back down to earth from the high I’d just sent her on.

“Hah… hah… M-Morgana…”

Her voice was a tiny, fragile thread. I finally pulled back, looking up at her. Her red hair was a mess spread out on the glowing green moss, her eyes blown wide and glassy, sparkling with tears that weren’t about grief anymore. Her skin, once ghostly and grey, was flushed a brilliant, healthy pink.

Cuteness level: OVER 9000. I am literally ascending to heaven right now. Someone bury me in this temple, I’m done.

“Fuck, Lora,” I breathed, crawling back up her body, my own arousal a demanding ache between my legs. “You taste like a damn goddess of sex. Gotta say, I’m addicted already.”

I gave her a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips.

She blushed, but this time it wasn’t the shy, embarrassed blush of before. This was a deep, sultry blush of a woman discovering the power of her own desire.

“You… you enjoyed that?” she asked, her voice still a little shaky, her hands coming up to rest on my chest, her fingers tracing the curves of my breasts.

“Of course, duh! I told you, you’re hot,” I said, nuzzling her neck, my hips pressing against hers, letting her feel just how much I enjoyed it through the thin fabric of my sexy thong. “And your little screams? Music to my ears. 10/10, would listen again.”

“Hmph… hentai,” she mumbled, but her legs were already wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. The movement was hesitant, but full of a newfound confidence that made my pussy throb.

“Only for you, my little loli goddess,” I purred, grinding my hips against her. The friction was delicious, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to be inside her. To claim her. To mark her as mine.

“Ready for the main event, Lora?” I whispered, my voice low and husky. I leaned back, pulling my thong to the side, giving her a clear view of my long, hard, throbbing futa cock. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. But I can’t guarantee I won’t lose my mind once I’m inside you.”

She gasped, her eyes wide, her gaze fixed on my cock.

“It’s… ” It’s so big,” she whispered, a mixture of fear and fascination in her eyes. “It… it won’t fit.”

Pfftt… I almost burst out laughing. Her innocence is so adorable that it should be illegal.

This is her first time, and in order not to freak the shit out of her, I shrunk my dick to about 6 inches. Even then, for a petite girl like Lora, it’s still a monster.

Hehehe~ This is gonna be fun.

“It will fit,” I said with a confident smirk, my hands on her hips, positioning myself at her wet entrance. “We’ll make it fit. I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me, and you’ll love it. You’ll beg for more.”

“I… I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“Don’t be,” I said softly, leaning down to kiss her, a gentle, reassuring kiss.

“Do you trust me, Lora?” I asked, my forehead resting against hers.

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the old Lora, the shy, sweet girl I had come to care for. But then, a new fire ignited in her eyes, a determination that I hadn’t seen before.

“The hentai? Nope,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “But I do trust Morgana.”

Ouch… That one hurt!

“You’ll pay for that comment later,” I growled playfully, nipping at her lip.

“I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. “Hentai.”

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