[ When it comes to people she loves, their pleasure— be it pleasure she gives or pleasure they want to give her— always matters. If Jakurai ever showed himself to want to give her the same, she'd accept him fully and whole-heartedly.

Right now, he's welcoming her— accepting her want and desire to pleasure him. And she wants to, desperately, wants to see this angelic and almost saintly expression come undone into a debauched mess. The sides of him she might never otherwise see— ah, she's selfish. And when his body clenches tightly around her, she slides her palm to his tip, squeezing around it as she feels him tremble harshly and—

Ah, his voice. Her name on his tongue, his breaths echoing his need— she shivers in delight as she sees his control snap and she helps him ride out his release, encouraging more until he's spent. That's when she slowly withdraws her hands, both a mess as she gives her fingers with his come on them a lick. ]

Beautiful.

[ She slowly helps him onto his back, admiring what a mess he is and letting him see the dirty way she tastes him, before she chuckles and moves up to kiss under his jaw, over bruising that will be very visible over his collar the next day. ]

Don't forget. You're not wearing any underclothes tomorrow, my darling.

[ She smiles at him before she moves to grab some nearby hand wipes to clean off completely— hygiene is key, even if she did make a mess of him, before she moves back towards the bed and pins him down with a few more kisses. ]

Get some rest. Next time I'll be more prepared to claim you.

[ She strokes his hair off his face, kissing his forehead. ]

You do things to me I won't resist. I hope you're ready, my love.

[ A warning, as much as it is a promise. She has a powerful libido. ]