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She could tell the difference quite easily. Shura had a kind of special, otherworldly taste - befitting a being no longer entirely human - but she, she just tasted... ordinary. There was a little of both of them on Shura's fingers, but it was mostly the taste of herself, and she didn't really care for it.

But she did care for Shura's wide, glowing eyes and the way her hips had begun to move back against her a little faster and harder with each thrust.

So she did it again.

Shura moaned, eyes narrowing, but managed to keep her hand up as Naoto let go and dropped her hands to the other girl' breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, just the way Shura liked it.

When Shura's hand was clean, it fell to her hip, patterned fingers digging in, pulling her in harder and faster each time she pulled out.

It wouldn't be long now.

"Let me see."

Shura nodded.

She lowered herself down, hips still moving, until she was almost close enough to kiss Shura, but stopped there. Whispered: "Look at me."

Shura shook her head, for the first time looking afraid.

But when Naoto put a hand to her cheek, gently turning her head up, she did not resist.

Nor did she close her eyes or turn away when Naoto started pushing harder and faster into her.

Nor when the slick friction against and inside her pushed her over the edge and her body started to writhe and buck.

Naoto stared into those golden eyes, and as cliché as it may sound... felt a little lost.

She barely noticed when Shura quieted down under her and lay still, panting. Staring into her eyes.

She was the first to look away, buried her face against Shura's neck, feeling her own eyes burn with unshed tears.

"God," she whispered, voice unsteady, "you're beautiful."

Shura chuckled breathlessly. "He didn't... have anything to do with that," she said, shaking her head weakly but resolutely.

Naoto retained enough reason to know that it was a subject for another time, and put her mouth to better use.

Shura was only too happy to return the kiss, arms and legs tightening around her.

Again, Naoto was the one who broke it off, laughing, as she felt Shura's hips begin to stir against her.

"What, again?"

Shura looked a little embarrassed. "Could you?"

Naoto just laughed and started moving again, this time lowering her head to suck on Shura's breasts, though it was mostly because she felt like she couldn't take the intensity of that gaze a second time.

Shura probably realized that, too, but she didn't complain.

Quite the opposite, she murred happily and did her best to return the favour, drawing figures on Naoto's skin, patterns she came to realize mirrored the markings on Shura's own body - markings she had used to guide her fingers and kisses on several occasions.

There was no reason to say anything about it, though, so she just sucked a little harder on Shura's breast and moved her hips a little faster and enjoyed the way the sensation made the demi-fiend's fingers falter briefly, the way her movements were not quite as smooth when they picked up again.

She added a little wiggle of the hips with each thrust, and Shura cooed, arching her back.

She thrust in to the hilt and wiggled a little more, putting pressure against Shura's clit, and the demi-fiend's eyes rolled up, long lashes fluttering as she let out a deep, dark moan.

Naoto pulled out just a little - thrust back in, did it all over again.

Shura's moan rose in pitch, her hands curling into tight fists behind Naoto's back, arms trembling with effort.

Naoto did it again.

Shura's hands dropped to her sides, fingers digging into the mattress; then rose to grab her ass and pull them tighter together.

Still, the grip wasn't firm enough to prevent her from repeating the performance.

Shura gasped and writhed.

Naoto tugged at her breasts with her teeth and counted her thrusts. One. Two. ...three-

She didn't get further than that.

Shura exploded under her, arms and legs wrapping tightly around her, and she could feel inhumanly strong fingers digging into her shoulder. Still she kept moving as best she could until that grip relaxed and Shura collapsed, arms and legs falling limp against the mattress.