Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

In this moment, as Yume straddled Akasha’s lap, something internally shifted.

Without wasting a single moment, he pulled her into a deep, messy kiss before she could reply.

Their tongues met and slid together without restraint, spit mixing freely as the kiss grew wetter and more insistent.

Mmh~

Yume made a small, muffled sound against his mouth when he sucked lightly on her lower lip, then pushed back just as hungrily.

While their mouths were locked, he worked the ties of her robes open with practiced ease, pushing the fabric from her shoulders until it pooled around her waist.

With another shift of his hands, the rest followed, leaving her bare against him.

In one smooth motion, he turned her carefully onto her back across the soft purple surface of the bed.

As the light from his body still clung faintly to both of them, he began kissing down her body.

His mouth found the side of her throat, then the delicate line of her collarbone, then lower.

When he reached her small breasts, he gave them slow, focused attention—tongue circling one peaked nipple while his fingers gently rolled the other, then switching sides, sucking lightly until soft, involuntary sounds began to leave Yume’s throat.

"Ah... Master..."

As Yume’s hands reached into his hair, he continued downward, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her stomach, the soft skin of her inner thighs, until his shoulders settled between her legs.

But... he did not dive in immediately.

Instead, he paused, his eyes—still tinged with soft pink rose petals—tracing every detail of her exposed private.

The soft folds were already glistening, slightly parted from earlier arousal, the small peak above them swollen and waiting.

A quiet, appreciative sound left his throat.

"My... my... look at you," he murmured, voice low and rough with open admiration.

"You’re so pretty like this, you know?" He said, "Already this wet just from my mouth on your breasts."

Hearing his words, Yume’s cheeks burned. Her fingers tightened in his hair as a soft, impatient sound escaped her.

"Master... please. Don’t just stare...."

Luna’s soft, breathy laugh floated from a short distance away. Her fingers continued their slow, deliberate circles between her own thighs, eyes never leaving the scene.

"She’s been waiting so long for this, love. Stop teasing her before she actually starts begging...."

Akasha’s smile curved against the soft skin of Yume’s inner thigh.

He leaned in and gave one slow, deliberate lick through her folds, tasting her fully for the first time. The first slow drag of his tongue drew a sharp, surprised gasp from Yume’s throat.

Her hips jerked upward almost involuntarily.

"Ah!!"

He worked her with unhurried precision after that—broad, flat strokes that covered her completely, then focused, circling attention on the sensitive peak that made her thighs tremble on either side of his head.

Occasionally he dipped lower, tongue pushing deeper to taste her more thoroughly, the soft, wet sounds of it filling the quiet air.

Yume’s hands stayed buried in his hair, sometimes pulling him closer when he found a spot that made her breath hitch, sometimes trying to guide him when the pleasure grew too sharp.

"Master... right there! Mmh—don’t stop..."

And through it all... Luna never stopped touching herself.

Her soft, breathy moans continued to leave her as she watched every movement of Akasha’s tongue, every twitch of Yume’s thighs, every fresh bead of slick that gathered and was promptly licked away.

Her own fingers moved faster whenever Yume’s voice rose higher, the wet sounds of her self-pleasure mixing with the quieter, more intimate ones coming from between Yume’s legs.

Yume’s patience finally frayed. Her hips lifted again, pressing more firmly against his mouth as a soft, frustrated sound left her.

"Please... more. I need more than your tongue—"

However, Akasha only hummed against her in answer, the vibration drawing another sharp, broken moan from her throat as he continued to take his time.

And in no time... Yume’s breathing grew shorter, higher.

Her hips began to lift in small, involuntary movements against his mouth.

Akasha slid two fingers into her slowly, curling them upward in time with the steady pressure of his tongue.

And the dual sensation pushed her over the edge faster than she expected.

"M-Master, wait! I think I’m—"

"AAHHHH!~"

SPURTTTTTTT!!!!

The words broke into a sharp, broken cry as she came for the first time under his mouth.

Her clear fluid spilled across his tongue and chin in a sudden, uncontrolled rush.

Her thighs clamped around his head for a long moment while her body shook, soft, overwhelmed sounds spilling from her throat until the wave finally began to ease.

Akasha gave her one last slow lick before rising over her. He wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, a faint, teasing smile already forming as the taste of her still lingered on his tongue.

"You came so easily for me," he murmured, voice low and edged with quiet amusement. "And that was only my mouth. What are you going to do when it’s the rest of me?"

Yume’s flushed face darkened further.

Her blue-streaked hair clung damply to her cheeks as she stared up at him, still breathing hard.

The cooler composure she usually wore had completely cracked, replaced by something quieter and more desperate.

"...Then stop talking and show me, Master," she answered, voice soft but steady, the words carrying both challenge and clear need.

Hearing her words, he smiled more as he positioned himself between her spread thighs.

The thick head of his cock rested against her entrance, slick from her release.

He looked down at her flushed face, at the tears that still lingered at the corners of her eyes from earlier, and asked in a low, steady voice,

"Are you ready?"

Luna’s soft, continuous moans of self-pleasure never once stopped in the background as Yume stared up at him, chest still rising and falling rapidly, and slowly nodded.

After receiving her go-ahead... Akasha pressed forward.

The thick head of his cock met the slight resistance of her entrance and then slowly, carefully pushed inside.

"Ahhhh, Ma..ster~"

Yume’s breath hitched sharply as she felt him entering.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the stretch built, inch by inch, until the thin barrier of her hymen gave way with a soft, internal tear.

A thin trail of purple blood immediately coated the first few inches of him, warm and slick against the rest of her arousal.

A low grunt left Akasha’s throat at the sudden, almost painful tightness that wrapped around him.

"Fuck... you’re tight as hell," he muttered, voice rough as he held himself still, giving her time to adjust.

"So damn tight around me..."

Yume’s eyes were glassy, a soft, strained moan escaping her as the initial sting faded into a deeper, fuller pressure.

A shaky little chuckle still managed to leave her lips between breaths.

"Mmmh~ don’t wait, Master... ruin me as you promised."

Instantly, something in Akasha’s expression darkened with open heat.

He drew his hips back slowly until only the head remained inside her, then pushed forward again in a long, deliberate stroke that buried him nearly to the base.

"AHHHH~"

And in that moment, Yume’s back arched... A louder, broken sound left her throat as her walls fluttered and clenched around the full length of him.

As Akasha began to move... He started slow.

With long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch on the way in and every inch on the way out.

The wet, intimate sound of their joining filled the quiet air, mixing with Yume’s rising moans and the steady, rhythmic wetness of Luna touching herself only a short distance away.

Luna came again with a soft, open-mouthed cry, thighs trembling as another wave of clear fluid spilled across her fingers, yet her eyes never left the place where Akasha disappeared into Yume over and over.

"My Yume, you hear that?" Akasha murmured against Yume’s ear as he kept the long, unhurried pace.

"Listen to how wet you are for me..."

"Mmh, Master... I’m... all yours—" Yume managed between soft, gasping moans, her legs already beginning to wrap loosely around his waist.

And as time passed, he gradually increased the pace.

The long strokes became a little sharper, a little faster, the sound of skin meeting skin growing more distinct.

Then he switched without warning—short, deep thrusts that stayed buried inside her and ground against the most sensitive places, drawing higher, more desperate sounds from her throat.

From behind them, Luna’s moans rose in answer each time Yume’s voice cracked, her own fingers moving faster as she watched Yume’s small breasts shift with every impact.

"Master.... harder," Yume breathed, matching his energy without hesitation. "I can take it... Fu... fuck me harder!"

Akasha’s smile was dark.... and he gave her exactly that—faster, deeper strokes that made the purple bed shift beneath them, mixed with sudden slow, grinding rolls of his hips that left her trembling and gasping.

Purple-tinged slick and the faint traces of blood coated his length and the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Every time he bottomed out, Yume’s nails dug into his back, and soft, broken praise spilled from her lips.

"Ohhh! Master, right there—"

And.... Luna came again, louder this time, a shaky moan of pure voyeuristic pleasure leaving her as she watched Yume’s first real claiming.

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After a while... Akasha’s rhythm finally began to fray.

The tight, wet heat of Yume around him, the way she met every thrust, the soft filth she whispered back to him—everything pushed him closer.

He hooked one of her legs higher and drove into her with long, purposeful strokes, the wet sound of their joining now loud and continuous.

"I’m going to fill.... you," he growled against her mouth. "Take all of it for me."

"Yes please! Master, give it to me—"

And.... their orgasms hit together.

Yume’s legs locked tightly around his waist, pulling him as deep as he could go as her walls clamped down in rhythmic, fluttering waves.

"AHHHH~~~"

A sharp, broken cry left her throat as Akasha buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural sound and came hard.

Releasing deep inside her in thick, hot spurts while her body continued to milk him through every tremor.

They stayed locked like that for long seconds, breathing hard against each other’s skin, the soft aftershocks still rolling through both of them while Luna’s quiet, satisfied moans of her latest climax faded slowly into the background.