Sesshōin Kiara

"What a depraved sight, a mortal to overpower a goddess of love," a sultry voice interrupted the hazy aftermath of pleasure, drawing Shirou's attention away from the spent forms of Kama's copies.

Kiara stepped out, her cop theme swimsuit fitting her like a second skin. Her eyes were dark and hungry, and she licked her lips as she took in the scene before her.

Shirou looked at other half of Beast III, Sesshōin Kiara, the woman who once tried to literally shove the entire planet Earth down her vagina.

"Your turn," he said with a smirk, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Kiara strutted over to him, a confident sway in her hips that was both mesmerizing and intimidating. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her hand around his still-erect cock.

"Ahh, so eager," she murmured, her thumb tracing the length of his shaft. Her grip was firm, yet gentle, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she began to stroke him.

Shirou met her gaze, his eyes filled with determination.

Her hand was cool and firm around him, stroking him in a way that made his toes curl with pleasure. The sensation was intense, each stroke a silent promise of the carnality that was to come. Shirou took a deep breath, bracing himself for the next phase of this unanticipated trial.

"I can't wait to feel you completely inside me," Kiara said, her voice dripping with lust. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Shirou's eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked him off with a skill that was almost supernatural. Her teeth grazed him just enough to cause a spark of pleasure-pain, her mouth a warm, wet heaven that was driving him insane with desire.

He watched as she deep-throated him, her eyes locked onto his, never once breaking contact as she took his entire length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out with each bob of her head, the sound of her slurps and gasps mixing with the ocean's waves.

Kiara's other hand reached up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked him off. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made his legs wobble. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he couldn't let go yet.

Her eyes never left his as she worked him over, her lips forming an 'O' around his cock as she took him in deeper. Her saliva coated him, making him slick and shiny in the moonlight. He could see his reflection in her pupils, a twisted mix of pleasure and lust.

Shirou's hands found their way to her hair, and grabbed them in a vice grip, as if he was managing a horse's bridle. He thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

Their eyes locked as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose brushing against his pelvic bone. He could feel the pressure building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. Her hand pumped him in sync with her mouth, each motion a masterpiece of passion and skill.

Shirou's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements as he approached climax. The sound of the ocean faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic sounds of her mouth working him over.

He felt himself reaching the peak, the pressure in his balls growing to an almost painful point. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, and with a final, deep thrust, he released his load into her mouth, her eyes closed as she was lost in savoring his taste.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to take control, Shirou gripped Kiara's shoulders and abruptly picked her up, her eyes widening in surprise. With a grunt of effort, he tossed her onto her back on the sand, her boob cushioning her fall.

She didn't complain about his abruptness or roughness. Instead, a glint of excitement sparked in her eyes. He knew she was ready for more.

He wasn't stupid to put his dick in a hole (pussy) that lead to **** tentacle dimension. Atleast not outside the safety of chaldea.

With a grin that was half challenge, half invitation, he grabbed Kiara by her waist and forcing her on all fours, her breasts swaying with the motion.

He tore the pantyhose and ripped out her skimpy thong, exposing her tight asshole to the cool sea breeze. He positioned himself behind her, his cock still wet from her mouth. He took a moment to appreciate the view of her round ass, glistening with the sweat of passion.

With a deep breath, he lined up his cock with her asshole and pushed. She tensed, a gasp escaping her as the head of his cock breached her tight hole.

Kiara's eyes widened as she felt the pressure of his invasion, her body instinctively trying to resist. But she was too lost in the moment, her desire too great.

"Yes, take me," she moaned, pushing her hips back to meet his thrust.

Shirou didn't need any further encouragement. With a powerful surge of strength, he pushed his cock all the way into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

Kiara's body quivered as she took his full length, her asshole stretching to accommodate him. He could feel the muscles of her sphincter contract around his shaft, tightening and releasing in a delicious dance of pain and pleasure.

With each thrust, he felt the resistance lessen, her body growing more accustomed to his size. She pushed back into him, her moans growing louder with every passing second. "More," she demanded, her voice thick with need.

Shirou gave her exactly what she asked for, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that made the sand beneath them fly. He could see the pleasure-pain etched on her face, a delicious mix of agony and ecstasy that fueled her desire.

Her moans grew louder, filling the air with the sweet sound of pleasure. He watched her ass cheeks clench and release with every thrust, feeling the warmth of her body surrounding him. Each time he pulled out, her asshole would try to keep him in, as if begging for more.

But he had another plan.

"Trace on,"

Shirou might not be willing to put in her pussy doesn't mean he wanted to left it alone.

He traced out a metal replica of his own cock, a cold, unyielding object that gleamed in the sunlight.

Shirou took the metal phallus in hand, feeling the weight of it, the coolness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat of his own arousal. He watched as Kiara's eyes widened in shock and excitement, her pussy glistening with anticipation.

With a smirk, he lined the replica up with her sopping wet entrance, and with a swift motion, he plunged it into her depths. She let out a guttural moan, her body tightening around the unyielding object as he began to fuck her with both his cock and the metal toy.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the wetness of their coupling filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sea. The metal phallus glided in and out of her, the sensation foreign and thrilling. Kiara's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a canvas of pleasure.

Shirou's own cock remained buried in her tight ass, his movements methodical and precise. Each thrust was met with a gasp from Kiara, her body trembling with each penetration. She could feel the cold, unyielding metal stretching her pussy, filling her completely.

He twisted the metal cock within her, the veins and bumps sending shockwaves of sensation through her core. Her body was a maelstrom of pleasure, the pain adding a sharp edge to the ecstasy. She pushed back against him, urging him to go deeper, faster.

Shirou felt the sand stick to his sweaty skin as he fucked her, his own orgasm building like a storm within him.

With each plunge into her ass, he could feel her pussy tightening around the metal cock, the friction of the two invaders driving her closer to the edge. It was a symphony of sensations, each note a testament to their shared depravity.

He watched as she took it all, her body a sculpture of passion before his very eyes. He could see the veins in her neck pulsing, her teeth biting into her lower lip to keep from screaming.

"So ggoood," Kiara's eyes rolled back, her body jolting with each word. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to handle. But she didn't want it to stop. "Harder," she begged, pushing back against him.

Shirou obliged, his strokes growing more forceful as he hammered into her ass with renewed vigor.

He shoved the fake cock as far as he could, watching as her eyes watered with pleasure and pain. Her asshole stretched around his cock, her pussy clamping down on the metal invader with each thrust. He could feel the tension building, the pressure ready to explode.

With a final, brutal thrust, he felt her body tense up, her muscles tightening around him. Kiara screamed out his name as she came, her pussy clenching around the metal cock like a vice. Her ass quivered around his own, her orgasm shaking her to the core.

Shirou could feel his own release approaching, the tension in his balls reaching a breaking point. He thrust into her one last time, his cock swelling to its maximum size before he erupted into her tight ass, filling her with his hot seed.

They both collapsed onto the sand, their bodies entwined and trembling from the intensity of their encounter. The beach was quiet for a moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.

Shirou pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stepped back, panting heavily, and took a moment to admire the sight before him.