I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

It was so close, that pink little rose so tight and juicy looking below him. Every tight inch of this Sakura looked to be so fun to play with, from her extra-long brown hair, soft breasts, and thin thighs. He wanted to run his lips across every square inch to taste how sweet and fresh she was.

Yet, with his cock at attention and standing between her legs, he needed to remind her of her place. A few swift slaps of his cock along her pussy made her yelp, melting along the bedsheets as her eyes watched its girth near her petite hole.

"What is it you want?" he asked her, his hands grabbing her thighs and stroking them.

"Do I even need to say it?"

"No, I know what carnal little pleasures you want, little Kitty. That's obvious." He stroked her wet bits with his thumb to make a point; Sakura whining salaciously in return. "But what do you want with me? After we get our rocks off, what is the deal?"

He pet her cunt gently, Sakura cooing as she thought of a response to the rather pointed question. It was like he was holding her raging sex drive hostage as he toyed with her clit, making her squirm on the bed as he interrogated her. She wondered if this was a normal strategy at his last job.

"A friend," she finally answered.

"Oh, just a friend, huh?" He dared to feel the opening of her pink hole. Sure, enough it sucked his thumb in and squeezed it, it was going to be a hard fit for his cock. But she was no virgin, that much was obvious after the first round. However, the idea of fucking such a tight hole couldn't be more pleasing.

"A friend with a little bit more." She smiled, biting her lip as she felt him explore her womanhood.

"A 'little-bit-more' friend, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"All right... we can do that," he conceded. Getting on his knees, he brought his face between her thighs, hot breaths and stray prickling beard tickling her flesh. The undercity did way more than mess with his slime powers, being here had somehow triggered his beard growth, something he never thought would come around.

"Huh? Ahhhhhh!" she yelped, as his mouth fell upon her lips. Her bare flesh versus his coarse beard made the sensation of his eating her out five times as potent. With the way she was reacting now, he wondered if the first round was all a waste? Perhaps bigger was infact NOT better. Now in her regular size, she seemed to be feeling the effects of him sucking her more.

Or maybe, it was just the fact that he was more willing to dance to his own tune rather than hers. From the little experience in the first round, it was now obvious that he didn't particularly like being dominated. Fair enough, he was a man who looked to attain optimal pleasure both for himself and his partner. So she had her turn, now it was his.

She couldn't say she had had that before. He was good, too good. Licking at the sensitive bits around her hood, kissing slowly along her clit and labia, and sticking his tongue as far as he dared into her hole. Like a pioneer, he settled his lovemaking along her frontier, wet slurps, hot breaths, and lapping making her cry out and hold on to the bedsheets for dear life.

"Urghhh!!!" Sakura moaned, now that was what he was talking about. He couldn't blame her anymore, control was an intoxicating concept that he was just starting to realize was damn ignored a lot.

Taking his turns, he would retreat, gnaw at the little bit of meat on her thigh with his teeth as she shuddered, her hands grabbing at his hairs atop his head. When she looked down, she could see her juices coating his jaw, just before he dove back into her sex.

"Been a while since I tasted anything so sweet." His voice rumbled across her slit, vibrating her lower sensitivities till she arched her back in pleasure. She laughed amidst her writhing, bright smile across her face as one of her hands sought to tweak at her sensitive nipple.

"What's so funny?" He sat up, looming over her once more. He noticed what her own hands did, quickly replacing hers and grabbing both her budding nubs with his coarse hands.

"Eeeeeaahhhhh." Her breath was stolen as she wiggled beneath his grasp. He was not gentle, but in a way she was surprised to enjoy it. He took her body to a limit she did not know, rubbing her pink milk buttons affectionately between the pads of his thumb and index finger.

"Just that... I didn't think I'd hear you say something so... pervy that I didn't force you to say." One eye open amidst her wash of pleasure, she stuck her tongue out at him between moans.

"Pervy? Hey now." He resented the notion.

"I never said I hated it... eeeehhhhhaah."

"Fine then, little kitty, let me taste something else." He quickly pulled her up by grabbing the back of her neck, her whole body was brought off the bed until she was face to face with Zafron. With little warning, he kissed her, savored her, enjoyed her soft pink lips like a lover. She winced at the feeling of jaw across her face for a moment, still moist with her love juice.

But as he pressed upon her his dick, she came to enjoy how a man felt against her. He did so with full force, bringing her up 'til she was all but forced to wrap her legs around him. Sakura's small body dangled at the mercy of her grip on his muscular shoulders and his hand on her neck and hip.

Her lips soon traveled beyond his, kissing his cheek, chin, and then neck where she nibbled. Meanwhile, a hand beneath her brought his next instrument of passion to her opening as she clung to him in the air.

"Hey." He pulled her face away from his neck, her head back as she caught her breath.

"Hey." Her girlish smile captivated him, as he felt her juices dripping over the head of his cock.

"Sometimes control can be given to another person. There's a little magic in watching someone else take the cart's wheel and take you to a destination unknown. Want to see?" Zafron's eyes dove into her once more, ascertaining her desire, deeper than the lustful whining she had played up to that point.

"I've been thinking about it since the drink we had at the bar. Maybe you're right. I do want to give you control, collar or not," Sakura replied, staring into his eyes.

Call it his own bias for affirmation, or an actual perception of her intent, when she said yes, he believed it.

Softly, he guided his cock to her little pink hole, Sakura's eyelid twitching as she felt herself parted along his trunk.

"Oooh," she said, shifting as she held on to him, feeling him opening her as he slid in.

"Like that?" He felt the reluctance of her pussy but saw the desire in her eyes.