iZumi memes

Your mind made up, you lean forwards, reach out your hands and firmly grasp one of Izumi’s sizeable breasts.

“Oh!” Izumi yelps, surprised, her head snapping up as you grope at her soft flesh. “Oh. Oh...” She repeats as comprehension slowly dawns. “So, wait, you decided you actually do want to...” She trails off as you nod, and a sly smile begins to spread across her face. “I guess there’s a little Oni in you after all, huh?” She says, leaning in closer to you to draw you into a hug - which you use as an opportunity to enjoy the better access to her breasts.

“Or maybe,” She whispers seductively into your ear, “You wanna bury that little Oni of yours in me. Hmmmm?” You shudder as you feel her hand snake into your underwear and run sinuously across your crotch, readying you for the ordeal ahead...

Izumi leans over you as she pulls your cock free of your clothing. You let out a soft grunt as she straddles you, her hand almost absent-mindedly gliding over your prick as she positions herself. Her eyes glimmer in the dim light as she lowers herself down onto you, staring intently as your straining hardon slips between her lips, her pussy already slickening in anticipation. With a quick glance up at your face, she rests her free hand on your chest and pulls you inside.

The two of you let out a mutual hiss of pleasure as you cock-head slides into her, Izumi slowly lowering her hips, sinking down your length until you bottom out. Izumi leans forwards, beaming even, as a flush starts to spread across her face. Her muscles clench and undulate around you as she moves, massaging your cock; although whether it’s intentional or just a side-effect you have no idea - for all you know, this could just be what all Oni girls feel like.

“Hey, um...” Izumi pipes up as she hunches over you, looking strangely awkward. She raises a hand to her chest, pulling aside the woefully inadequate covering to expose one massive breast. “If you want, you can... you know. Play with ‘em..?” She mumbles while looking away, her flush visibly deepening. This time it’s your turn to smirk; she’s so transparent at times that it can actually be kind of endearing. Taking pity on her, you reach up and caress her breast, eliciting a shiver from Izumi. Her eyes sparkle impishly in the dim light and she starts to rock back and forth, slowly, grinding her hips into your own in an agonizingly slow metronome.

Not satisfied with letting her have it all her own way, however, you push your hips upwards to match her motions, pushing even deeper inside of her with every stroke. Izumi’s grin only widens and she runs her hand over your chest - a massage you are more than happy to respond to in kind. Soon the two of you have reached equilibrium; a steady, easy pace that leaves you free to turn your attention to exploring Izumi’s mountainous regions. Her breasts swing gently with the motion of her riding you, the impressive pair bouncing almost hypnotizingly every time she changes direction.

In contrast to her earlier showing during the fight, Izumi’s skin is surprisingly soft against your own. Warm and yielding, it’s hard to believe that it belongs to the same person who was earlier flinging sledgehammer blows at you like it was nothing. Compared to that, the Izumi currently smiling gently down at you seems like a completely different person. Even the tousled mess of hair seems less the leonine mane it was during combat and more... gentle, somehow. The dim light filling the cave catches her hair in strange ways, suffusing it with a soft golden glow.

On top of all that, there’s her smile; no longer the leering, suggestive grin or the cocky, confident smirk, Izumi’s smile now is warm and genuine. She’s happy. Bereft of guile, the true scale of Izumi’s loneliness suddenly shines through; wandering the stars, without a home or a family to return to. The thought makes you feel momentarily sad - the portal at your camp is a constant reminder of all the people you have praying and hoping for you, but Izumi has no such luxury.

You smile to yourself, dispelling the gloomy notion. Izumi may be a little lonely, but you can think of one way to take her mind off it - at least for a while. Leaning forwards suddenly, you pull Izumi’s other breast free of her kimono and bring her nipple to your mouth. You run your teeth gently over the sensitive flesh and Izumi groans in response, running her hand through your hair encouragingly.

You thrust up into her enthusiastically, her soft walls tensing and flexing around you in response. You cling to her, tightly, and she returns the affection in equal measure. The heat from her body suffuses you, heightening your arousal and leaving both of you panting and sweating. Your whole body trembles with the effort of holding back your orgasm as you pound into Izumi’s nethers, the burning heat from her crotch driving you wild with desire. All too soon though, you find yourself pushed to the brink, and as your orgasm crashes over you, you suddenly reach up and pull Izumi down into a powerful french kiss. Izumi’s eyes go wide and she reflexively tries to jerk back, but the shock of your dual assault seems to have robbed her of her strength, and she shudderingly relaxes. You hold her there for the duration of your orgasm, exploring her unresisting mouth as you empty your balls into her twitching pussy.

When you finally release her, the two of you can only gasp for breath as you sag back onto the ground. Izumi avoids your gaze, blushing furiously as she absently wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Well...” She mumbles. “I guess we both got a little carried away, huh?” She smiles again, a little awkwardly. For a moment, you think about saying something, but before you can, Izumi releases you from her embrace and almost instantly she’s back to her regular carefree self. “Geez, don’t you know it’s impolite to kiss a girl without asking? Although I guess you figured consent was implied, huh?” She grins. “Don’t worry about it. Just try and remember next time, huh?”

You nod, pulling yourself to your feet and after exchanging a hasty goodbye with Izumi, you stumble towards the exit. You’re not quite sure about ‘next time’, but you have to admit that really could have gone worse....