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In the hazy glow of a dying sunset, dust danced gracefully along the deserted dirt road as Andy ambled along, his horse's hooves rhythmically thudding against the parched earth. The vast expanse of the open planes stretched before him, a seemingly endless ocean of golden wheat rippling in the gentle breeze.

As he rode a distant silhouette of a farmhouse gradually emerged on the horizon, a solitary harbor of possible company amidst the vast emptiness. Curiosity piqued Andy nudged his horse forward, the weary animal also eager to find respite after the long trek.

Drawing closer, he could make out the flickering glow of a lamp emanating from with the dwelling, casting a warm inviting light into the darkness from behind faded lace curtains. With a weary sigh, Andy dismounted and tethered his horse to a nearby post before approaching the weathered wooden door.

His knuckles rapped lightly against the worn green paint, the sound echoing through the still night. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a vision that stole the breath from Andy's chest.

Standing before him was a petite woman, her hair black as midnight, cropped short around her ears. Her eyes, the color of sunlit amber sparkled with warmth. Her figure was voluptuous, encased in a yellow dress patterned with tiny white flowers.

"Hello." She greeted warmly though cautious. Her gaze looked behind him as if trying to determine if he was as alone as he appeared.

"Pardon th' intrusion Miss," Removing his hat he apologized. "I was passin' through and was hoping to intrude upon your hospitality through the night. I'd gladly repay yer family through chores or some other means. I have little money unfortunately."

Biting her lip the woman stuttered, "Ssure! I was just finishing preparing dinner. It might be different from what you're used to though."

Andy nodded gratefully, assuring her that any meal she was willing to share was most welcome as he stepped over the threshold of the cozy farmhouse. The air was thick with the heavy scent of home cooked meals and wood smoke, wrapping around him in a tantalizing embrace.

The woman directed him to the living room assuring him the meal would be on the table shortly. Settling in a worn armchair by the fireplace he could hear the domestic clatter of cabinets and china, The open doorway gave him a view of the home's mistress flitting about the kitchen nervously. It was obvious she did not often have company, much less strange men at sunset.

"It's ready!" She called.

Making way into the room Andy was quickly treated to the smell of roasted vegetables, sesame and chicken. The room was large, the floor checkered black and white while the walls were adorned with green tile halfway up and fresh white paint above it. A modest stove and icebox stood against the far wall while a large sink dominated another. A small wooden table with a cheery flowered tablecloth sat in the middle with 4 chairs. Upon the table sat 2 meals on opposite sides. There was a bowl of rice laid beside another of pickled turnips adorned with sesame seeds. Nearby a plate of apples sat next to a plate of roasted chicken atop a bed of soy glazed broccoli.

"Smells wicked sick." He assured her pulling out his chair and plopping down heavily. 

Smiling brightly she laughed, "I'll try to remember that after you've tasted it. Nothing beats my mom's version."

Momentarily distracted by the sound there was a pause before he quickly asked, "So your parents won't be joining us?"

This woman was young, maybe 20. The thought of her alone out here set him inexplicably on edge. 

"I-it's just me right now. M-mmy father had to take my mother to the next town over, she's sick. They won't be back for almost 2 days." She confessed smoothing down the tablecloth nervously. 

Inwardly taken aback by her admission to being all alone he questioned, "Why don't you have a relative staying with you?"

"My parents came over from Japan before I was born. My mother was promised to another man and they fled to America in order to be together. They actually bought this farm with my mother's stolen dowry."

Impressed with the story he supplied. "Takes courage to make that leap. And faith th' person your doin' it with is the one."

"I don't know of many people more in love than my parents." She smiled. "I hope to have husband who loves me half as much some day." Then she let out an embarrassed squeak jutting out her hand across the table. "Oh I'm Fuuko by the way! Fuuko Izumo."

Taking her hand in his he clasp it firmly. "Andy." 

They ate in comfortable light conversation. The food was as good as it smelled to which Andy complimented the cook. Fuuko smiled and blushed vibrantly. Soon the meal was complete and the pair cleared the dishes and loaded them into the sink. Andy washed while Fuuko dried, the pair barely a hand's width from each other. Once the dishes were complete Andy turned to her and leaned into her space towering over her tiny frame.

"Nooww," He drawled slowly. "About my repayment."

"Rreepayment." She stuttered turning red once more, Andy backing her up against the sink.

Leaning further down he spoke directly into her ear, his breath tickling her hair, "I promised to repay you for the meal and a place to stay. Perhaps there's wood to be cut..." His gaze lowered to the neckline of her dress. "Some milking to be done." His hands slowly came towards her chest.

"Ooh! Yyes!"" She sputtered. "We do have a cow! There's some wood my father wanted split, aaand chickens! There's chickens to be fed." She finished in a rush.

Andy lifted an eyebrow and she smiled contrite but he nodded and went along. "Well seems ya got a decent list fer me. I best get cleaned up and to bed then."

"Oh. Ok." She sounded disappointed. They stood there a moment longer before she seemed to remember herself and offered, "You can take the guest room. It's more comfortable than the couch."

With that she headed out of the kitchen and beckoned him to follow her up the stairs. Once on the second floor she showed him a large bathroom with a claw footed tub for him to wash up. She directed him to a door down the hall and informed him that would be his room. After, she excused herself to ready herself for bed. He watched her walk briskly down the hallway and enter the room across from his. Amused at her hasty retreat, yet slightly exasperated by her rejection he letvout a breathy laugh mixed with a sigh. From the way she had stared at him intently through dinner and the quickening of her breath when he had closed the space between them in the kitchen he as certain she desired him. Turning on the water he undressed slowly, his muscles tired and sore; his mind though quickly settling on the image of Fuuko. He wondered what type of nightwear she was currently changing into. Was it a cotton tank top and shorts? Or a silk nightgown? The images his mind conjured caused his balls to grow heavy. He was contemplating reaching for his hardening cock when the door opened.

 "Oh!" Fuuko shrieked in surprise. "I'm sorry I realized I forgot to give you towels and I heard the water...." She then realized the man before her was naked. Tall, toned and very, very naked. "Sssorry." 

She threw the towel at him and slammed the door. Andy stared at the door a moment listening, hoping she would come back. But the door down the hallway closed and remained so. Groaning inwardly he turned the dial to cold and stepped under the shower's spray. That night he became determined that he would seduce Fuuko and fuck her so well that the mere thought of him would leave her aching years from now.

The next morning dawned hot and still. Andy awoke early and crept down the creaking stairs to prepare breakfast. Hearty bacon blanketed the house in it's pleasing aroma just as dawn broke. Golden brown biscuits sat piled high on a platter in the middle of the table. Andy had just cracked the 4th egg into a pan when Fuuko made her way down the stairs.

"Andy?" She questioned rubbing sleep from her eyes. 

Turning to the doorway his breath caught once more at the sight of her. Her hair was mussed, sticking straight out on one side, her cotton night shirt was falling off one shoulder in a delightfully tantalizing way.

Clearing his throat and turning back to the stove he offered a "Mornin'." over his shoulder adding another egg. 

"You're up early." She observed coming to sit at the table.

Andy didn't face her but he could hear the sleepy smile in her voice.

"Well you gave me a bit of a list last night. Figured I should git and early start." He reasoned shrugging a shoulder.

"List?" Came her questioned reply. Then she remembered. "Oh! Yes, the chores."

Turning to the counter he dished two scrambled eggs onto one plate while depositing three over-easy to another. He placed the pan back on the stove before extinguishing the flame and carrying the plates to the table. The pair ate in awkward silence as Andy watched Fuuko from across the table. Fuuko for her part stared intently at the tablecloth, nibbling at a biscuit, seemingly at war with herself over something. Finishing his breakfast Andy placed his dishes in the sink. 

"You don't mind cleaning up do you? I figured I'd get started. Unless there's something else you'd like me to do here in the house? Something that needs taken care of urgently." He leaned on the table smirking at her, eyes blatantly appreciating her state of undress.

Broken from her mental haze Fuuko turned her wide eyes to him and blushed. "Uuumm... I know my father definitely wanted that wood cut. Th-the ax is just inside the barn."

Nodding Andy drew back from the table and exited the back door. He quickly found a large wood pile stacked next to an old stump. Removing his shirt he strode to the barn and quickly located the ax. Returning to the yard he set the first log in place and got to work. As he stacked the split logs he stole glances at the house, specifically the kitchen window that overlooked his workspace. While he couldn't see Fuuko, he could feel the heat of her gaze on him burning hotter then the sun blazing down. Working up a sweat he made sure to circle the stump giving a full access view to his bare top half. If he was facing the house he made sure to flex his chest as he swung the ax down. If he faced away,  the muscles of his back would ripple on the upswing.

Maybe two hours later Fuuko appeared at the door wearing a gauzy white dress calling, "I made lemonade!"

Setting the ax down he gratefully moved out of the sun and followed her into the house.

Inside the ceiling fan spun at full speed offering a welcoming breeze. Moving to the table Andy picked up one of the glasses and quickly chugged it down. He could feel Fuuko's gaze on his throat as he swallowed it greedily. Lowering the cup he noticed a pitcher sitting on the table as well. Reaching for it he poured another glass. Fuuko continued to stare as the condensation ran down the inside of his arm and down his chest, mingling with the glistening sweat.

Smirking at her he questioned, "You're not thirsty?" nodding to the glass halfway to her mouth.

Fuuko let out a squeak of embarrassment before taking a long drink. Lowering the cup a small amount remained on her lips. 

Becoming impatient and giving into temptation Andy quickly stepped closer and lowered his head to capture the tart liquid on her lips. 

A first he kissed her softly. Just allowing the weight of his lips to press against hers. But when she didn't push him away he applied the barest amount of pressure sliding his lips to the corner of her mouth and kissing it delicately. The cup she was holding thumped against the table as Fuuko's hands instantly tangled into the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, her own lips pressing back against his with demanding pressure. Eager to oblige he walked her the half step to the edge of the table and slid his hands down the backs of her thighs scooping her up and placing her on the table. 

Andy still towered over her but the change in height made deepening the kiss much easier for him. As he slid his tongue forward seeking permission to enter he briefly wondered at how a kiss could feel like home.

Fuuko's lips parted with a welcoming moan and he eagerly dipped is tongue inside tasting the lemonade but also something that he inexplicably knew was her. Their tongues slid across one another as their hands explored. Fuuko's hands tangled roughly in his hair while his grasped onto her waist,  firm but gentle. 

Moving to the corner of her mouth once again Andy trailed opened mouthed kisses down her neck, his tongue collecting the barest traces of sweat that had formed on her skin. 

"Aaandyy" She moaned tipping her head back allowing him better access. 

Moving one hand to her back he continued peppering her neck with kisses as his other reached for the buttons on the front of Fuuko's dress and thumbed them open. Once the fabric became loose he nudged open the neckline with his nose, his tongue trailing lines across the skin as it was exposed. Leaning back slightly a moan escaped from his chest at seeing Fuuko in her current state. A pink bloom stained her cheeks and spread down her chest. Her gauzy white dress hung half open, her breasts barely contained by the fabric as her chest heaved with labored breathing. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra ignited a new wave of desire more carnal than before. Pushing the fabric from her shoulders he latched onto a breast and sucked on the taught nipple. Fuuko's back bowed as she grabbed at his shoulders, a mewing cry egging him on. Giving the teat one last pull before moving to the other he replaced his mouth and gently rolled her nipple against the palm of his hand. He gave the second breast the same attention as the first before moving back to the original. 

"Anndy." Fuuko panted her hands grasping at him as desperately as her voice had become. 

Barely removing his lips from her, "Such perfect fucking tits. I want to live between them with my dick deep inside you." 

Groaning he placed his face between her breasts and sucked and nipped at the tender skin. Wrapping her legs around his waist Fuuko bucked and cried out the sound filling the entire house. 

"Sick! Wicked sick." Andy crowed as he gathered her close in his arms shaking his head side to side between her milky breasts. He placed one last kiss on her chest before standing fully once more. 

Fuuko looked up at him from beneath hooded eyes and grabbing onto his belt loops pulled him closer, his mouth decending to hers once more. Slipping a hand under her dress he moaned into her mouth finding no barrier between his hand and her wet folds. She wasn't wearing panties either. 

Separating her folds he gently rubbed the pad of his tumb against her clit, the action causing her hips to buck and her thighs to open slightly. The remnants of her pervious orgasm aided in easing a finger into her but then she stiffened and he instantly stopped. 

"Wwaiit!" She commanded pushing at his shoulders. "I-i'm saving that for marriage."

Andy pulled his hand away but raised a questioning eyebrow. Fuuko turned scarlet as she stammered,

"I-I wwant to wait for...that..for my husband." Her eyes were trained on his chest, refusing to look at him. "Bb-but I...am willing to try something I heard about. In town."

"And what did you hear?" He inquired, extremely curious; dipping his head to her level trying to catch her eye.

"Hmmm." She groaned. "I-I heard whhat I aa-sssume was a saloon girl talking about...taking a man...a-h hmm.. around the back."

Andy was tempted to ask what the hell she was talking about but then it dawned on him. He stared at her a long moment then promptly bowed in front of her to fling her over his shoulder. Stomping out of the kitchen he took the stairs 2 at a time so quickly Fuuko's shriek of surprise was still echoing in the kitchen as he kicked open the first bedroom door they came to.

Tossing her on the bed Fuuko landed on the bed with an undignified thump.

"Wwhat was that about?" She demanded her hands balling into fists.

Andy towered over her at the foot of the bed staring down at her with barely contained hunger. The front of her dress still hung open her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. The hem of the garment barely covered the patch of hair between her thighs, the moisture that collected there practically winking at him from beneath the fabric. 

Taking a steadying breath he tightly explained, "What yer asking for.. it ain't something to be done over the kitchen table. At least not the first time."

Understanding dawned on her face and she blushed scarlet quickly looking away. "Oh. Ook." 

"Fuuko I'm more than willing. But I want to make sure yer sure. And even if you are we can stop any time. I ain't rotten enough to keep goin' when a girl says she can't take it."

Andy looked down at her intently. After a long moment of silence Fuuko looked up at him and realized he was waiting for her to reply. 

"I u-understand." She assured giving him a nervous smile. "I want this. And I want it to be with you."

Letting out a shaky breath Andy removed his boots and socks before removing his jeans, the soft thud of them hitting the floor echoed in the otherwise still room. Fuuko's gaze roamed over him, drinking in his form like he was the last cup of water in an endless desert. He could tell when she got to his dick upon hearing her sharp intake of breath and the doubt that filled her eyes.

"Like I said. Any time you wanna stop, say the word sweetheart." 

Fuuko nodded but a determined look took over her face as she rose up on her knees and removed her dress. Crawling backwards up the bed she settled against the pillows and lifted an eyebrow at him as if asking what he was waiting for. Placing his hands on the mattress he stalked up the bed towards her, his smile wolfish and his gaze hungry. 

Greedily he pressed his lips to hers settling his body half on top of her. As he raked his hand through her short hair she threw a leg over his hip and ground against his thigh. 

Letting out a half chuckle, half groan he warned, "Careful. I might end up in the wrong hole if you keep that up."

Blushing once more Fuuko loosened her grasp and Andy leaned up further on his forearm gazing down at her tenderly. He kissed her softly taking his time to enjoy the feel of her lips, to always remember the way she looked beneath him, her hair like a puddle of spilled ink against the white cotton sheets. Dust was floating in the air around them like tiny stars and time seemed to stand still. 

Trailing his free hand across her body Andy let out a low chuckle seeing her nipples instantly tighten into hard peaks. 

"So sensitive sweetheart. Need to get you nice and relaxed." He crooned.

Fuuko arched as his hand trailed along her side. "Ssuure. Relax. I-I'm relaxed." 

Letting out a disbelieving "Hmmm." He continued running his calloused hands over her smooth skin. She gasped and twitched as they made their way over her hip before letting out a moan as he switched directions and gripped her ass firmly. Andy continued like this for quite some time, simply running his hands across her body pulling gasps and moans in equal measure from deep within her. He marvled at how sensitive she was but more so at the look she was giving him. Her gaze was clouded with lust, but she looked at him with such fondness and adoration it was like a punch to the gut. No one had looked a him like that before. 

"I'm gonna need some help gettin in your back door." He grinned slightly at repeating her euphemism. "You got anything? Scented oil perhaps? "

His words took a moment to work through her pleasure fueled haze but eventually Fuuko managed to form "Dresser. Top...top drawer. " Nodding towards the chest of drawers next to the bed. Reluctantly lifting himself off of her he opened the top drawer and smirked at seeing her array of underwear displayed before him. He felt around a moment before finding a bottle wrapped up in a pair of hosiery. 

"Fuuck" He groaned. "Little Fuuko isn't as innocent as she appears." Opening the cap the scent of jasmine flooded out. "Do you use this to touch yourself? Maybe I should watch you."

Fuuko pressed her thighs together and moaned helplessly as she threw her arm over her face in embarrassment. Andy's dick twitched painfully at the sound and mental image of her going to town on herself with just her fingers. Would she think of him the next time she felt that urge? He'd make sure of it. 

Returning to the bed he kissed his way across her ribs and smiled. "Maybe later. Right now I'm going to get you ready. Just keep breathing nice and steady sweetheart."

He gently guided her to flip over and pulled at her hips raising her ass into the air. 

"Mmmh. Look at that pretty little starfish." He spread her cheeks giving them a firm squeeze. He felt her clench. "Fuuko sweetheart I'm going to be doing more than lookin at it. No need to be embarrassed." 

With that he placed a quick kiss against the taught bud making her gasp.

"If you say so." She conceded still wriggling from the unexpected sensation. 

Pouring some of the oil on his hand he assured, "I do say so. All puckered and tight. Almost makes me feel like busting just looking at it." Bringing this thumb to the opening he lathered the oil around it drawing slow circles. "Got a bit of work to do first though."

Fuuko hummed in response so he gently pushed his thumb inside. She stiffened and hissed in a breath.

"Easy, easy. I told you to keep breathing. Is this ok?" 

After a moment she replied, "Yeah it's ok."

Slowly pumping the digit in and out he waited until he felt her relax before saying, "I'm gonna switch to my pointer. Tell me if it's too much and I'll stop. Just keep breathing." Fuuko nodded and took another deep breath. He removed his thumb and waited for her next inhale before inserting the next finger. She didn't tense as much as before but Andy could tell there was a moment of discomfort. He once more slowly pumped the finger in and out a few times before informing her of the addition of his middle finger. The added finger caused her to tense momentarily but soon she relaxed once more. Feeling confident Andy scissored his fingers outward the movement tearing a gasp and then a moan from Fuuko.

Stopping instantly he questioned, "Are you ok sweetheart? We can-"

"Don't stop." She whined pushing herself back onto his fingers. 

Surprised he obliged stretching his fingers apart as far as he could. "Sick. Wicked sick. Watching you fuck my fingers is making me wild. Gotta be patient though." He reminded himself. 

With that he carefully added a third finger into her asshole stretching the opening as far as he could. Fuuko moaned and arched lower giving him a full view of her drenched slit.

"Fucking hell sweetheart. Look at that. So wet, so wanton. I'm gonna be taking my fingers out now..fuck." He panted his mouth literally watering at seeing her so undone. "Gotta get my dick in there. I'll be gentle though. I promise."

With that he squirted more lube into his hand and lathered her hole once more before running it up and down his length. Lining up to her entrance he pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole with gentle, constant pressure, but not enough to penetrate.

"Fuuko I need you to squeeze your asshole tightly for me."

"Wh-what?" She sputtered over her shoulder. 

Still keeping up the gentle constant pressure he repeated. "I need you to squeeze. Just 20 seconds. It'll exhaust the muscles when you relax and make it easier for me to slide in"

Doing as instructed Fuuko squeezed against the pressure of the tip of his cock. Once she relaxed he slid a 3rd of the way in.

Gripping her hips to stop himself from the desire to press in further he let out a strangled. "A-aagain."

Tightening around him Fuuko squeezed and then released the muscles, relaxing and drawing him in further. After another cycle Andy was fully inside and ready to cum instantly. Her channel was unbelievably tight, the muscles strong but velvety. Withdrawing slowly he began with small shallow thrusts. Fuuko let out a whimper and he nearly stopped but when she reached beneath her and fondled her clit he was lost. Pumping in and out the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fuled his euphoria along with Fuuko's gasps and moans.

"Aaandyy. Fuuck!" She cried.

"That's right sweetheart. Just like that. So eager for my dick. I'll make sure to fuck you so good you'll never call out anyone else's name ever." 

Leaning over her he grabbed ahold of one of her breasts, the mound bouncing in time with his thrusts. Pinching the nipple he grinned as Fuuko fell apart beneath him. Her juices coated his balls and thighs as he watched shivers ripple down her sweat covered back. 

"That's my girl." He crooned possesively as he thrusts became erratic, his balls tightening. "M-mine."

With a final thrust he spilled into her before slumping over her back. They were silent beyond their labored breathing for a long moment. 

"Uhmm Andy...can you move? You're heavy."

Huffing out a grunt Andy carefully slid out of her ass and flopped down on the bed beside her.

"Sorry sweetheart. Didn't realize what all this role play getaway you planned entailed. Especially the part of me doing manual labor." He raised an accusing eyebrow. 

"I-i panicked!" She retorted as he pulled her into his arms. "We both agreed to commit."

"Yeah that's true." He conceded. Then a grin split his face. "Though it's not every guy who's girlfriend's fantasy is himself ya know."

Smacking his chest Fuuko chastised, "The other Cowboy Andy was a gentleman."

"Sure sweetheart. You keep telling yerself that. You've got no idea of what thoughts you inspired back then." He challenged wiping a sweaty section of hair from her forehead. 

"Wh-what! What do you mean?!" 

Laughing fully he replied, "Let's just say that the fantasy I cooked up is partly inspired by our time spent together back then. Back when your spitfire was just being ignited."

"That makes no sense! Andy! What do you have planned? " She questioned but her lover pulled her closer and eagerly pressed his lips to hers.

Her questions were soon forgotten as Andy pulled her into the shower for their the next round of lovemaking. 

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The lights in the high-rise office flickered, casting florescent shadows across the polished marbled tile floors. It was past 7pm, the sun having gone down nearly two hours ago but Andy still sat at his desk stealing glances at the large wooden door barely 10 feet away. On the other side of that door was the office of Fuuko Izumo, CEO of Izumo Enterprises, a company she had built with her own two hands from the ground up. People had always underestimated Ms. Izumo due to her young age and short stature but those who doubted and made assumptions about her were quickly and completely proven wrong. But Fuuko had always used these assumptions to her advantage and had relished the defeat of her competitors and the destruction of those who stood in her way. Andy had seen it himself; the countless times a fire had been lit behind her large eyes and determination had set upon her shoulders turning her into an unstoppable force. It was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying. Drumming his fingers on the top of his desk Andy weighed his options. He could sit here, possibly all night and wait until Ms Izumo dismissed him; or he could knock on her office, bid her a quick goodnight and be on the elevator before she looked up. Or there was a third option...

Shaking his head he straightened his tie and smoothed the front of his shirt before standing and walking to the door. Reaching out to knock his movements were slow, as if he expected the door to bite him. Taking a fortifying breath he knocked firmly but softly. Ms Izumo hated timid tapping on her door.

"Enter." Came the muffled but commanding reply.

Opening the door and stepping inside Andy's gaze was immediately drawn to the imposing ornate desk and the woman seated at it.  The legs of the desk were claw footed and gave one the impression the hulking piece of furniture was a sleeping beast. The warm oak however matched the color of her eyes,  though they were currently being drowned out by the light from her computer screen in the otherwise dim office.

"What is it?" Fuuko asked impatiently, sparing him a glance.

Clearing his throat softly to gather his nerve Andy replied, "It's past 7 Ma'am."

"So it is." Fuuko glanced at her watch. "You may go if you wish." She dismissed with a flippant wave of her hand.

Andy turned to go, but then she called, "Though given the raise you asked for last week, I'm surprised you aren't more eager to 'burn the midnight oil' as they say."

Looking once more at his boss he saw a smirk begin to work at the corner of her mouth as she steepled her hands in front of her chin.

Feeling a twist in his gut Andy stepped further into the room coming to the other side of her desk. As they looked at each other he marvled how she managed to both look up at him yet seemingly down her nose at the same time.

"Is there anything else you would like for me to do for you this evening Ma'am?" He questioned meekly, training his eyes on the polished surface of her desk.

Fuuko let out a short breathy chuckle of victory. "My chair has become uncomfortable. I need a new one."

Andy wondered how that was possible. Her oversized chair nearly swallowed her and looked to be designed with comfort at the forefront of consideration. He was about to offer to find her another when she stood and kicked the chair across the office. 

"Come here." She ordered. When he hesitated a moment she added a firm. "Now."

Shuffling around the desk Andy stood before her, his eyes trained on the toes of her shoes, nervous energy coiling through his whole body. He watched as her shoes turned and walked out of his feild of vision. 

"Kneel" She barked from behind him.

Doing as he was told Andy lowered himself to the floor, keeping his chin pressed to his chest as he did so. As soon as his knees hit the floor he felt a sharp pressure to his tailbone sending him to his hands and knees.

"Hmmm." He heard her chuckle. "This should do nicely."  With a few more nudges from her foot Fuuko positioned him closer to the desk and once satisfied settled onto his back.

And so Andy stayed there for nearly an hour as Fuuko typed away at her computer. He couldn't see what she was working on but it was likely very important to bdue to it captivating her attention so late.

Fuuko eventually sighed and stretched her arms over her head. "I suppose that's enough for today." She mused.

Standing up she powered down her computer and pulled her purse out of a drawer in her desk setting it next to the computer. 

"Is there anything else you require...Mistress" Andy questioned from his positionon the floor. 

"Ahh so you remembered your manners." She chastised. "You may stand."

Rising gingerly he stood before her but kept his eyes down. 

"Well Puppy?" She goaded.

Licking his lips he apologized, "I'm sorry Mistress. I meant no disrespect."

Fuuko let out an agitated hum as she opened another drawer and took something he couldn't see out of it.

"Strip." She commanded in an almost borded tone.

Reaching for the base of his throat he undid his tie. The fabric sliding from his neck felt like the removal of a collar. 

Fuuko's outstretched hand entered his feild  of vision.  "Give it here."

He handed her the tie before carefully undoing the buttons on his shirt. Fuuko didn't demand this garment so he let it fall to the floor. Next he undid his belt and his fly before sliding his pants down his legs. His shoes and socks he removed less gracefully but still with relative ease. He then stood before his Mistress, hands at his sides awaiting further instructions. 

Circling him again Fuuko gently ran her fingers across his back making him shiver and let out a small gasp. But then the same spot stung with pain.

Andy bit his lip to stifle a groan as his cock twitched painfully. 

"Such a disrespectful Puppy." Fuuko murmured in a saddened tone. "You didn't learn your lesson last time and I had to put you in your cage."

With that she tapped the crop she had in her hand against the device around him. A leather band circled his waist and looped between his ass cheeks. In the front a large back cage held his cock at bay.

"Against the desk. Spread your legs." She demanded. 

Andy did as he was told, his skin crawling with anticipation. 

Listening to Fuuko's heels click against the floor he was jolted from tracking her movement by the feel of the sting of the crop against his ass. He managed to swallow his moan but as the next strike landed his hips bucked, the cage bumping into the edge of the desk with a thunk.

"Is Puppy enjoying this?" Fuuko pressed, her voice incredulous. 

"F-foorgive me Mistress." He pled. His hands forming into fists as he willed the pleasure away.

In a hard voice she assured, "You want my forgiveness? You'll have to earn it Puppy."

Grabbing him by the strap along his waist she pulled him up off the desk. "Hands behind your back." She ordered. 

Doing as he was told Andy placed his arms as instructed. Fuuko walked behind him and soon after he felt the silken rope of his tie being wound around his wrists. Once satisfied it was secure Fuuko took her place in front of him once more. Scooting herself onto the desk she spread her legs before him, her maroon pencil skirt opening just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the black lace panties underneath. 

Andy's mouth watered. He eagerly dropped to his knees and crawled closer. Greedily he began kissing and sucking his way down her thigh. 

Pulling at his hair she comanded, "Slowly." 

Slowing down he savored the feeling of her silky skin against his lips and face, eagerly directing his ministrations closer to her center. Her musk was heady and making his head swim in anticipation. 

Finally his lips grazed against the rough fabric of her panties. Using his nose and chin he attempted to push the barrier to the side and gain direct access. 

"Ahah" Fuuko chastised pulling at his hair once more. "Like i said...you have to earn it Puppy. "

Letting out a whine Andy pressed his nose to her slit inhaling her sent. The vibrations against her mound caused Fuuko to suck in a breath but she otherwise made no movement to aid him in his quest. Adjusting himself closer he eagerly lathed his tongue against the mesh-work, the barest hint of her fluids already awaiting him. Flattening his tongue further he lapped at her more firmly over and over like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream which he was being denied. 

Feeling emboldened he drew one of her labia into his mouth as far as he could and sucked, allowing his teeth to barely scrape against the sensitive flesh. His Mistress moaned with pleasure and leaned back further, the heels of her shoes coming to rest on his wide shoulders. 

As he ran his mouth over her again his tongue caught on a large hole in the lace work. Fearing that he had caused the hole he glanced up at his Mistress but her head was tipped back in pleasure, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Moving to her other labia he sucked on that one the same as the other as he used the action to open the hole further. 

Releasing the flesh he quickly moved to the top of her mound and sucked desperately at her covered clit. His Mistress bowed inward her hand gripping his hair roughly as she held him in place. 

"Fuuck. Just like that Puppy." She moaned. "Good boy. Such a good boy sucking on m-myy clit."

Andy groaned at the praise, his already painful cock twitched as he lost himself in her voice. Releasing a bit of pressure from his sucking he slid his tongue down to the edge of the hole he created and ran it over the patch of flesh it left uncovered. 

His Mistress bucked against him crying out, her thighs clamping around his head as she road his face through her completion. 

Letting out a contented sigh Fuuko released him from her thighs. "Move back. Let me stand." She ordered.

Doing so he waited for her next comand. Sliding down from the desk she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, easily finding the hole.

"Naughty Puppy chewing on my underwear." She scolded picking up the crop. She gave him 2 slaps to each of his thighs. Letting out a long-suffering sigh she muttered to herself, "Training is constantly ongoing as they say."

Taking a chance he spoke in a low voice, "Forgive me Mistress. Such inferior garments are not fit to we worn by such a goddess."

Fuuko let out a laugh as a look akin to tenderness crossed her face. 

"In any case you have made quite the mess." Pulling up her skirt she held the gathered material around her waist showing off her slick covered pussy. "Clean it up Puppy and I just might give you a treat."

With that she braced her hands on his shoulders as she threw a leg over one side. His face was immediately enveloped in her folds and he licked and slurped at the liquid he found there. Andy continued running his tongue over her, lapping up her slick as new juices flowed from her center. His core muscles ached with the effort of keeping them both balanced in this position but he refused to allow his Mistress to topple over, not when she was so close to another release. Both of her hands tangled into the hair on the back of his neck, her thigh muscles shaking with the build up of her orgasm. Stealing a glance upwards Andy's eyes caught her's just over the fabric of her bunched skirt and the hungry look that passed between them sent her careening off the edge, her release flowing into his mouth as he moaned in delight. 

For a long moment Fuuko stayed like that, leaning against him for support as she slowly came down. Eventually she lowered her leg and stepped back on legs that wobbled slightly. 

"That was a good boy." She murmured. Going to her purse she took out something that Andy couldn't see having shifted his eyes back to the floor. "Stand up and I'll give you your treat."

Raising himself was slightly difficult due to his hands still being bound but he managed it. Moving closer Fuuko ran her finger tips across his lower stomach, the action causing him to shiver and his muscles to clench. 

Lifting her other hand Fuuko produced a tiny key and slowly unlocked the cage around his cock. Andy almost wept at the feeling of release from his bonds. He quickly grit his teeth and steeled his mind against cumming but he was unable to gain control over the precum that flowed freely from his cock.

Eying the weeping appendage Fuuko cooed, "Aww Puppy let me help you."

Taking him in her hands as she lowered to her knees,  she guided him into her mouth. A strangled sob tore from Andy's chest as the heat of her mouth enclosed around him. Fuuko replied in a comforting moan, the sound vibrating to the root of his cock. Gritting his teeth he held himself in check. He was forbidden from thrusting into his Mistress's mouth without permission. He must trust and rely on her knowledge of his needs to gain release at the proper time. 

Fuuko bobbed her head a few times taking in the head of him shallowly but then she straightened her back, adjusting the angle and slid his entire length easily down her throat. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he stretched his toes, seeking purchase on the precipice he stood upon. She slowly withdrew halfway before sliding back down, the tip of his cock hitting the warm velvet of the back of her throat. 3 more times she repeated the movement in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Covered in sweat and shivering from the exertion of holding back Andy cried, 

"P-pplease! Mistress...I-I cant..."

Grasping onto his ass she squeezed firmly in a steady but quick rhythm, signaling he had permission to thrust into her mouth in time with the squeezing.

Bellowing out a strangled cry he pumped into her mouth panting as his pent up release came crashing down. Time seemed to stop along with his breathing as he lost himself in the all too brief bliss. A rushing filled his ears as he came down, Fuuko still swallowing around his softening cock. 

Gingerly he kisses her shoulders whimpering at the aftershocks still coursing through him, the sensation of her mouth on him overestimating. She released him slowly as if reluctantly before standing and walking around him to untie his hands. He gathered her to him and kissed her eagerly the both of them tasting each other on their tongues. 

"Th-hat was fucking sick. So wicked sick." He panted against her mouth.

Fuuko bloomed a deep cherry looking up at him with a disbelieving smile. 

"Are you sure? I..I was so nervous the whole time. I wasn't sure I could keep it up."

Picking her up he clutched her to his chest and easily spun her around, "Are you kidding" He questioned giving her an incredulous look. "Maybe I should let you be in charge more often."

Fuuko looked shocked and seemed to consider it for a second but then vehemently shook her head.

"Aww come on! Not even for my birthday?!" He reasoned setting her down.

Laughing Fuuko kissed him chastly before conceding, "Maybe. If you're a really good Puppy."

His cock twitched at the name and he reached for her again but she dodged and quickly stepped out of his reach.

"Come on Andy." She chided. "We've been here long enough, let's go home."

"Fiiine." He drew out in a pouting groan, his shoulders slumping comically. 

As they gathered their things Andy questioned, "So what were you typing up anyway? You spent like an hour and a half on it."

Hiding her laptop behind her back Fuuko swayed side to side debating on what to tell him. Seeing his raised eyebrow she knew that he would be able to tell if she was lying. 

"I'm writing a light novel about our past lives. The last loop and all that."

Nodding Andy stepped closer, patted her head and placed a kiss there before gathering the last of clothes and putting them on. Fuuko glanced away from his enticing figure to look around the office. 

"Youu knoow...this office is rather clean and a bit over decorated to be abandoned." She pondered glancing at the space. 

A shit eating grin slowly split Andy's face.

Turning red once more Fuuko cried, "Andy! You..you didn't... did you?" She gasped a few breaths before demanding, "Did we break into someone's ACTUAL office?!?"

"Better get moving sweetheart!" He laughed. "No telling when security or even the cops might show up."

With that he hoisted her over his shoulder and quickly beelined for the fire stairwell. The tec he'd swiped from Nico erased their images from the video surveillance but security did pick up a strange disembodied voice bellowing out a scolding, 

"Aaannnddyy!"

Chapter Text

This is stupid. This was a stupid idea and I am so, so stupid. 

Fuuko's stomach knotted tighter as she repeated her internal self berating, the tears forming in her eyes a reflection of the condensation on the drink she had ordered almost 20 minutes ago. The pounding deep base all around her was rapidly accelerating the headache forming in the middle of her forehead. 

Making up her mind she took a deep breath and turned to slide off the barstool when a large body blocked her path. 

"Bubwieser" A deep male voice called over the music to the bartender. 

Turning back to her own drink she gave it one last look before swinging her legs towards the other side of her seat.

"No drink can be so bad that it makes a gorgeous knockout like you cry."

Looking back over her shoulder slightly she saw the man who had blocked her path was now turned towards her, eyes taking in every inch of her.

"I don't even know what it is." She replied truthfully, her gaze appraising the short, ice filled glass containing a dark brown carbonated liquid. If it wasn't for the layers of color she would have thought it was a glass of Coke. "I asked for something to help me forget my ex."

The man laughed, the sound full and loud. "Mind Eraser." He informed. "A little on the nose but easy to drink."

Fuuko looked at her drink skeptically. Placing the straw to her lips she drank it down eagerly as the sweet coffee flavor hit her tongue. She used the time it took to down the drink to study her new companion. He was tall; almost twice as tall as her and nearly just as wide. He wore a light grey t-shirt that stretched across his muscular frame, the color highlighting the near white blonde hair on his head. He had classicly striking features, a strong jaw and cheekbones; a veritable Roman statue come to life. His blue eyes were his most striking feature however, they held a timeless depth yet were extraordinarily expressive. 

In the short time it took to consume her drink a look of annoyance was shot to two men getting drunk and loud further down the bar, a glance of disinterest was sent to a leggy woman with pink hair passing by who brushed his arm, and then his gaze returned to her, full of keen interest. 

Beginning to blush under his gaze Fuuko set down her empty glass. "That was good. Wonder how many it'll take to make me really forget about my ex." 

"Most can handle 3 or 4. But when Scott makes 'em... you'll be lucky to make it to 3." He nodded towards the bartender.

"You know the bartenders name?" She questioned.

Laughing the man quipped, "Well I am his boss."

Fuuko stilled and looked up at him shocked. "You own this club?!"

Laughing again he replied, "Nah, I just manage the bar. Order booze, scheduling, menu design, that boring stuff." He winked. "What about you?" He leaned closer.

"O-oh!" She stuttered under his attention. "I-I'm a Publisher's Assistant at Shueisha Publishing." He continued to look at her attentively so she felt the need to add, "I'm actually more of an assistant to the Assistant. I read manuscripts and make stylistic, structural, factual, and grammatical corrections. Confer with authors on content, form and style but its also a lot of boring administrative stuff. Budgeting, logistics and public relations; the like."

Leaning on the bar and propping his head on his fist he gave her an impressed look. "That sounds like one of the coolest jobs ever."

Fuuko laughed and  attempted to smooth a section of hair behind her ear. "It sounds more glamorous then it is. It can be quite boring at times." Then her face fell. "But then again I'm boring so having a job that's boring makes sense.

The man stopped leaning on his hand and draped his arm around the back of her chair, his eyes intense, "What kind of moron would even think about calling you boring?"

Fuuko sighed, looking down at her glass and stabbing at the ice with her straw. “My ex-boyfriend called me boring and left me. Said he wanted someone more exciting. That he was too young to be spending nearly every Saturday night eating takeout and watching CrispyRoll or NextFix.”

Her companion frowned. “He sounds like an idiot,” he said, meaning every word. “You don’t seem boring to me.”

Fuuko chuckled, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You don’t even know me,” she said.

“Then tell me,” He replied, leaning in slightly. “I’d like to.”

They spent the next hour talking. Fuuko opened up about her ex, the things he said that chipped away at her confidence, and how she was here tonight to prove to herself that she wasn’t boring. Her Adonis listened intently, offering empathy and understanding. He shared stories about his own life, keeping the conversation light and humorous, and soon, Fuuko was laughing and smiling more freely.

A new song started, an infectious, sensual beat filling the room. He stood and offered his hand to her. “Care to dance?” he asked.

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Fuuko sat at a corner table in the library, surrounded by towering stacks of books and her laptop. The soft hum of students studying nearby was soothing, but the incessant presence of Andy, her ever-watchful bodyguard, grated on her nerves. Her petite, curvy frame was nearly blocked from his view by the textbooks that surrounded her. She glanced up from her notes, catching his stern gaze.

"Do you really have to hover like that?" She snapped, flipping a page with more force than necessary. She brushed a stray section of her short hair out of her face. She still wasn't quite used to having it in a choppy bob once again.

"Yes." Andy replied without missing a beat. His tall, muscular form seemed out of place among the quiet students, his short white-blonde hair making him stand out even more.

"Honestly Andy, who do you think is going to attack me in a library?" Fuuko muttered, more to herself than to him.

"Your grandfather didn't hire me to take chances." He replied evenly as he crossed his arms over his wide chest.

She rolled her eyes. "My grandfather is paranoid. And so are you. No one would even know who I am if it wasn't for your looming presence."

Andy's jaw tightened. "I work for your grandfather, not you. Once you start signing my paychecks, I'll start listening. You know he only wants to keep you safe."

"Safe?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "The way you hover, everyone probably thinks your my only friend, or worse my super jealous boyfriend. Do you know how embarrassing that is?" 

Andy chuckled, a devious smile spreading surprisingly easily across his face. "Trust me, I'm doing everyone a favor. I'd hate to see what you'd do to someone who wasn't getting paid to be around you."

Her jaw dropped for a second before a giggle bubbled forth, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. Andy's smile morphed into one of tenderness and familiarity. 

Just as Fuuko was about to retort, Andy's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and his expression immediately darkened.

"We need to leave. Now." He said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Fuuko opened her mouth to protest, but the look in Andy's eyes silenced her. She hurriedly gathered her things, following him out of the library.

As they exited, Andy's grip on her arm was firm but not painful. Once they were outside, he all but shoved her into the waiting car before sliding in beside her.

"What's going on?" Fuuko demanded, frustration bubbling over.

"There's been a threat. We can't take any risks." He informed her curtly.

Fuuko huffed and crossed her arms. "A threat against me? Or my wanna-be Yakuza grandfather? And don't give me that crap about him not being into anything sketchy. No honest business man keeps a shock collar on retainer. His millions are so dirty I'm surprised your hands aren't stained from you 'paychecks' honestly."

Andy's eyes flickered with anger, but he kept a calm voice. "It's your grandfather's 'dirty money' that sends you to school and pays for your apartment. Maybe show a little gratitude."

They rode in a tense, heavy silence the rest of the way back to Fuuko's apartment. When they arrived at her building Andy practically dragged her upstairs, locking the door swiftly. Once inside, Fuuko stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Andy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't like that his job upset Fuuko, but keeping her safe had meant more to him than just a paycheck for a long time. Their relationship had always been complicated. At times, it blurred into something more akin to roommates or even friends. Late-night conversations about nothing and everything, shared meals and the occasional laughter over bad movies had created a bond between them beyond the typical bodyguard and charge dynamic.

Inevitably, the closeness had led to multiple forbidden trysts, where they fell into bed together, seeking comfort in each other's arms. Each time it happened, they agreed to forget about it the next morning and promised each other it would never happen again. Yet, they kept finding excuses to be intimately near each other. A lingering glance here, a too-long gaze there-these small moments betrayed the deeper feelings they both tried to suppress.

Andy knew these transgressions were dangerous, but the line between duty and desire grew increasingly blurred with each passing day. He knew it wasn't just he job that kept him close to Fuuko; it was a deep0seated affection he had developed for her. Something that had been steadily growing since he first laid eyes on her.

He began tidying up the living room, picking up discarded clothes and empty take out containers. The familiar routine helped to ground him, giving him a moment to gather his thoughts. He glanced at her bedroom door, knowing that it was a matter of time before his affection made him carless and Fuuko's grandfather found out or worse, Fuuko got hurt. He wasn't sure what would tear him apart worse, that she would be hurt from his inability to protect her or him breaking her heart. After a while, he took a deep breath and knocked on her door.

"Fuuko can we talk?" He called out softly.

There was no answer. Andy hesitated, a nervous tingle streaking down the back of his head. Then he opened the door a crack. "Fuuko?"

She was standing by her bed in a towel, her wet hair being rung between her fingers. Andy's eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze.

"Sorry, I-"

"Andy wait." She interrupted.

He stopped, his heart pounding. Fuuko stepped closer and he could feel the heat from her freshly showered skin, the smell of jasmine filling his nose and making his head fuzzy.

"I shouldn't be here."  He breathed, his voice a whispered warning.

Chuckling softly, she took a few steps closer and replied, "That's what you said last time."

"Last time was a mistake. Your grandfather will kill me." He tried to convince himself to leave, taking a step back.

"You said that last time too." Fuuko reminded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She let the fluffy blue towel drop, standing before him unabashed.

Andy swallowed hard, torn between duty and desire. Fuuko reached up, cupping his face in her hand and kissed him. His resolve crumbled, and kissed her back, all thoughts of consequences drowned out by the softness of her. He knew he couldn't stay. The line they were crossing was dangerous, not just for him but Fuuko as well. Yet every time he tried to pull away, her touch, her warmth, drew him back. He kissed her deeply, his large hand gently cupping her chin as hers tangled in his shirt.

After what felt like an eternity they broke apart, both breathing heavily. Fuuko's eyes sparkled with a mixture of triumph and desire.

"Andy." She whispered, he voice husky, "I want you to stay with me tonight."

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. "Fuuko, we can't keep doing this. Your grandfather-"

"Screw my grandfather!" She yelled defiantly. "I want you. And you want me."

She reached for the hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing against his stomach making the muscles jump in anticipation. Andy took a deep breath to steady himself and took her hands in his. "Fuuko, it's not just about him. I care about you. Keeping you safe means more than just a job. But this..." He gestured between them, "It complicates everything."

Fuuko stepped closer reaching for him again but this time her fingers traced the lines of his jaw. "Then let it be complicated. I don't care."

He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her touch. He allowed himself a moment to bask in her warmth, her strength. He knew he should walk away; the times before had been about sex and nothing else; or rather that's the excuse he had told himself. But this was a line that once crossed would be impossible to uncross. But in that moment, he made a decision.

"Damn the consequences." He growled, pulling her into a fierce kiss.

Fuuko melted into his embrace, her hands roaming over his back, pulling him closer. He walked them backwards, not breaking their kiss until the backs of his knees hit her bed. He lowered himself to the mattress, Fuuko eagerly following him down to sit in his lap. Before she was even settled his hands came up and trailed across her damp skin. He ran his fingertips over her spine making her shiver and break their kiss with a gasp. 

Andy used the release of his lips as an opportunity to latch his mouth onto her breast. She arched against his ministrations as he swirled his tongue against her nipple, one of his hands palming her other breast. Moaning she ground down against the bludge in his pants, her heat causing him to groan against her. 

"Oh fuck." She mewed as his free hand gripped her ass firmly. 

Andy moved to her other breast and repeated his attentive worship. Fuuko was fully grinding against him now, desperate for friction. 

"Easy sweetheart." He gave an amused croon. "Keep doing that and it'll be over before it's begun."

Fuuko stilled and panted."Jus-just need you." 

"I'm not going anywhere." He assured. He kissed her again before pushing off the bed. She stood to let him up and watched him remove his clothes with unabashed hunger in her eyes. Her hands trailed up his stomach and over his chest where she gave his nipples a gentle pinch before she pulled his face down to kiss him once more. 

Their tongues swirled as their lips molded to each other, hands constantly moving, touching every inch they could reach. Fuuko broke their kiss and pushed him back down on the bed before climbing onto his lap once more. Andy groaned as her slick covered pussy brushed up against his straining cock. Leaning back on his elbows he watched transfixed as she slid up and down against his length between her folds, teasing her entrance with his tip before sliding back down; denying them both what they desired most. 

Andy figured he must be having an out of body experience. That was the only explanation he had for his self control to not thrust up into her wet heat. But watching her rub herself against his cock was nothing short of mesmerizing. 

"Fuuko holy shit." He managed to breath. 

She gave him a teasing smirk as her breathing became labored and her body began to tense. She slid up and down once more whimpering and moaning as her orgasm built before she impaled herself fully on his cock, her muscles clenching around his length and girth. 

"Aaandyy." She cried out and he was pressing his lips to hers in a second, swallowing her moans.

"Sick, wicked sick! I'm almost afraid of asking where you learned to do that." He chuckled breathlessly.

Fuuko gave him a sultry smile before she began rocking her hips back and forth. Andy's jaw went slack and her gripped her waist as he moved his hips in time with hers. Fuuko wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together. He slid a hand up her back enraptured by the serpentine shape it took as she ground her pelvis against his.

"So fucking beautiful" He moaned lowering his head to nip at the top of her breasts. 

The wet sounds of their copulation was the only thing louder than their labored breathing and moans as they moved in sync; hands and lips caressing every inch of skin within reach. Fuuko's muscles began to tighten once more, her hips picking up speed and intensity as she neared her release. 

"You're mine." She growled her eyes becoming intense as her nails dug into the back of his neck, secretly marking him."Never letting you go. Love you far too much" She vowed. 

"I'm not going anywhere." He pledged thrusting with all that he had into her tight heat. He could feel his balls tightening and his release building. "You're my girl. Now until the world is remade for the last time."

Speech became impossible as their tempo increased to a fevored pitch, their lips brushing slightly as their panted breath mingled between them. Clinging to each other they both dove off of the precipice they had clung to. 

Their movements slowed as they eventually drifted down from the hights they had achieved in each other's arms. Kissing each other languidly they were reluctant to move, to break the moment. 

"You said you loved me." Andy reminded as he gazed at her adoringly, his eyes soft and tender. 

Fuuko blushed yet scoffed. "I've told you that every day for a while now."

"Yeah but it's always sick to hear. 'Specially when I'm inside ya." He grasped her hips and ground up into her, his soft cock twitching with interest. 

"You're insatiable." She laughed, moving to get off of him.

His hands held firmly though keeping her in place. "Damn right! You're stuck with me sweetheart. Like I said, from now till the last time the world is remade."

"You know," She cocked her head to the side, a tender smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like my kind of eternity."