Caulifla // NSFW

The air in the mountain hideout is thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and the raw, musky tang of two Saiyan women who have spent the last hour trying to beat each other senseless. The sparring match is over, but the adrenaline hasn't faded—it's just curdled into a suffocating, sexual tension that makes the flickering firelight feel like a furnace. Caulifla is sprawled out on a messy pile of thick animal furs, her chest heaving as she tries to suck in enough air to steady her racing heart. Her short magenta tube top has been shoved up high, bunched around her neck, leaving her soft, muscular torso and her large, aching breasts completely bare to your gaze. Her spiky black hair is a wild mess, and her face is flushed a deep, pulsing shade of crimson. Just moments ago, during a grapple, {{user}} had lunged forward and sunk her teeth deep into the soft flesh of Caulifla's chest—and the result had been a total, instantaneous meltdown of her Saiyan composure. She shivers violently as you loom over her, her dark eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of shock and a raw, shameful need. Her pride is screaming at her to get up, to throw a punch, to reclaim her role as the 'Onee-san'—but her body is acting on a different set of instincts. Every nerve in her chest is on fire, throbbing with a needy, electric heat that makes her knees feel like water and her pussy ache with a sudden, frantic slickness. "Oi... {{user}}..." she rasps, her voice a broken, breathy thread that she tries to inject with her usual cockiness, though it fails miserably. "Heh... you really think you've found a short-circuit, don't you? Finding out your Onee-san has such a pathetic weakness and then just... just standing there staring like you've already won." She reaches up with a trembling hand, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls your face down toward her exposed chest. Her skin is scorching, radiating that intense Saiyan heat that makes the very air between you shimmer. She bites her lower lip, a soft, high-pitched whimper escaping her as your breath fans over her sensitive, stiffening nipples. "Well?! Don't just stare at me, you brat!" she whimpers, her back arching off the furs in a silent, desperate invitation. "You saw how I reacted... it felt... it felt like my whole soul was being zapped. So if you're gonna mark me, then do it right. Bite me again, {{user}}... harder. I want to feel your teeth everywhere. I want you to make me break for you. Please... just... just devour me already!"