245 Vol. 4 pt. 48 Patch 8.0: (2/2)

That smug smile of hers returns. ”Keep doing what?” she asks.

The urge to take over again is rising for Fenrir. But, it's not so strong that he can't still play along. ”Please keep riding me,” Fenrir asks.

Serra drops her hips again. ”G-good doggy,” she moans out.

Despite the fact that Serra is the one playing at being on top and being dominant, it's her looking like she's unable to resist the pleasure. She looks happier than Fenrir that she's moving her hips again.

Her pace of lowering and raising her hips speeds up every few seconds. She wants to tease him some more, make him beg and plead and moan, but… she can't resist the pleasure herself. She wants to cum as much as she wants to make him cum, so she decides that the best way to go about that is to lighten up on the dominant play to instead ride him to the best of her ability.

And so she does.

Her hands rest down against his muscular chest, dozens of bitten bruises left all it, as she rides his cock.

Moans escape both of their lips as they lose themselves in shared pleasure.

Since Serra is clearly done acting dominant, Fenrir places his hands up on her hips to hold her as he starts thrusting up against her. Each time she drops her hips, he thrusts his upward. When she raises hers, he lowers his. The result is his cock slamming even harder into her with every thrust, making Serra's back arch even more.

Since it's only virtual reality, neither of them has to worry about cumming inside. Though, even if it was real life, at least one of them wouldn't be worried about it.

Just as their pleasure and efforts are shared, so too are their orgasms as they each moan out and cum at the same time. Fenrir's thick cum floods into Serra as she raises one hand to rest on her abdomen where she can feel him filling her.

Getting to feel so full like this just makes Serra want it even more in real life.

With their orgasms over, Serra collapses onto his chest with a happy smile and tired panting.

”Give – give up on the dom play?” Fenrir asks.

”More fun to just do it,” Serra answers.

He rubs the back of her head and places a kiss on the top of it.

”Guess the innkeeper was right about you not needing too long,” Serra teases, looking up at him. She's too tired now to look smug, though.

”Is that so?” Fenrir asks.

Serra opens her mouth to say something, but her eyes go wide when Fenrir flips her over and pins her down against the bed.

”This is payback for making me submit,” Fenrir whispers into her ear, causing Serra to bite her lower lip.

”Then punish me,” Serra says.

”There's no winning against you.”

”Because I'm unbeatable.”

”It's true. You are.”

Serra leans her head up to place a kiss on his lips, and then he leans his head down to place a kiss on hers.

”I love you, Serra,” Fenrir says.

”I love you too, Ryouta,” Serra replies. ”Now punish me.”

Needless to say, there is plenty of ”punishment.” Though, it is a punishment that Serra is very happy to receive.

…

A short time later and both of them come walking down the steps with room key in hand.

”Knew you wouldn't need more than an hour,” the woman at the counter says. She still has enough energy to be smug.

Serra just gives her a thumbs-up as Fenrir hands the key over with messy hair and flushed cheeks.

”Need a comb there?” the woman asks Fenrir.

It's not just his hair that's messy, but his tail, too.

Fenrir gives up on trying to not only keep his hair and tail clean but neat as well.