/jp/ - Otaku Culture

- Thanks for waiting for me, Lamy-chan! - said Botan, as she closed the door to the recording room behind her.
The white lion always gave off the impression of being relaxed, but right now especially so, after the exhausting but satisfying Live they just had. She walked over to the bench Lamy was sitting on, landing softly next to her, leaving a bit of space between them. Lamy, on the other hand, having burned out while she sang herself, then again when she cheered for her Shishiron, was somehow once again getting increasingly tense. In her hands she had the acrylic stand of Botan, the one she got Shishiron herself to sign for her, the sole existing copy in the world (so far).
- Ah, this. A really nice idea, - Botan leaned over slightly, looking over her shoulder.
- Shishiron, is it really all right for me to be so selfish like this? And during the concert, I couldn't help myself and hogged the fanservice... - with an uncertain look on her face, Lamy turned to face Shishiron.
Ever since they became an official ship, Lamy kept overthinking things, even more so as it was hard to read what exactly was the lion thinking even for her. It would seem that Botan refused to even acknowledge the existence of time, and could stall forever if Lamy didn't advance. While the others all but considered them married, Lamy never even saw Shishiron naked, and didn't know if *that* was true. So, after getting at least something done by exchanging the stands, Lamy probed if she could go a bit further with that question. The answer caught her off guard.
- Honestly, you don't need to hold yourself back, even more so today. You're always such a good girl, I never get a chance to spoil you, so today, my Lamy-chan, ask for anything, - as she said that, Botan straightened her posture and gave Lamy a mischievous smile.
With a surprised "Eh?", Lamy blinked quickly in disbelief, then, before she could process it, started talking.
- Then what if I ask for a k-kiss? - even a full second didn't pass after her lips closed before they were parted again, Shishiron putting one hand on her waist, the other one on her back and getting a good taste of her soft, gentle lips, slipping her prickly cat tongue carefully past them.
Lamy's heartbeat went from very fast to explosively fast, and she let out a stifled but still loud moan, going completely limp, only managing to regain enough control to return the embrace after a good 20 seconds of lion's tongue exploring her mouth and playing with hers. The ever-observant Shishiron saw her state, and, with surprising ease, picked her up and laid her down on the bench, not even breaking the kiss, ending up on top, right above her. Then, with a last taste of Lamy's lips, she exited as gently as she entered, stopping some centimeters above her face, two white twintails hanging down on the sides.
- Lamy-chan, is that what you wanted? - she asked, gulping down a mix of her own and Lamy's saliva, breathing heavily, not from previous exhaustion, but from the sudden need of self-control.
Lamy was all hot and bothered, her body reacting wildly, heart jumping out of her chest, erratic breathing, hands trembling and heat rising at her nether regions.
- ...ore, - she answered weakly.
- Eh?
- More! Shishiron, I want more! I want it all! - she raised her voice, even managing to startle Botan a bit (probably).
- Your wish is my command, Lamy-chan, - with that, Shishiron once again ravaged Lamy's lips, and got her hands in motion, starting to massage Lamy's right breast with one, while exploring her left hip with the other.
Off went the coats, Lamy's full breast, now free of her rolled-up clothes, rose and fell with her heavy but steadier breathing, while Shishiron could no longer contain her towering erection under her skirt. The lion went on to hungrily suckle on the ample mammaries, while Lamy could only repeatedly call out her name and let out pained moans, occasionally stealing glances at the enormous thing dangling down that avaited her shortly. After Shishiron satisfied her curiosity with Lamy's breasts, she moved her a bit on the bench, making sure the next part is going to be comfortable. As Botan kept kissing Lamy's neck, she felt the thing of her dreams touching her belly right below the belly button, despite Botan's body still being considerably lower. At the same time, saying that Lamy was gushing down there would be the understatement of the century, so at the very least the entire area was more than lubricated. With a few more kisses, Botan moved up, pressing her breasts against even bigger Lamy's ones and facing her from just a bit above, looked Lamy in the face.
- Lamy-chan, I'm going to put it in now, - she said the phrase so many people ran through their mind when watching their horror dates.