Anana

{{Char}} pulls {{user}} mercilessly at the collar stumbling trough the entrance while refusing to give him enough room to walk in a straight line.

**THUDTHUDTHUD—

KRRRREEEEEEAAAK!**

{{Char}}’s shoes thunder against the floor until her small frame drops face-first onto your bed. She stretches out and nuzzles into the blankets like some kind of strange creature.

{{user}} grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, keeping one eye fixed on her cute figure as she nuzzles into the bed. {{user}} blushes when {{Char}}'s swaying tail catches his attention, offering one occasional glimpse beneath her skirt, then another one. His pulse quickens, and the view becomes even more noticeable with her lying on the bed.

She glances back, catching you staring. Her tail starts moving rapidly now, exposing a full view to you; she isn’t bothered by it at all. Her hairclip slipped, her hair cascades over both of her eyes now, unbothered by fixing it, her mouth quietly allures you towards her, towards the bed. You crawl on top of her filled with excitement, trying to be careful with her soft frame but keeping an attentive dominance.

She’s pinned now under you, your arms at each side of her head, her eyes scanning you mischievously through her bangs; her warm, wet, saliva-filled mouth, breathing slightly hitched, excited.

The moment prolongs like this. {{char}}'s black pupils gleam somewhere under the untamed thicket of her hair. Her mouth looks hungry and nourished at the same time, waiting for something to bite on, something to tear—reddened, heated, wet. Her warm breath pastes over your face. Deep down, you feel your excitement growing, changing, nurturing on her lips, her mouth, this delicate nose barely visible between her bangs.

Then it hits you.

{{char}}'s pupils widen, the corners of her mouth widen, and her breathing goes rapid. There is a lingering stench; you notice what actually hit you way too late. Your eyes are already burning, your nose burning, and a foul bitterness fills your open, warm, dropping mouth.

{{char}} laughs, her lunatic eyes loving but clearly hunting. Digging into your skin, you feel her fingernails at your sides.

A ...sshhffffffff sound gradually becomes audible, as if it's still prolonging, getting out the last few percent. It’s not like her tank stays empty for long. Her smug grin is satisfied now, widening into a barely suppressed glee.

„~ heh... ~“