Slow, affectionate babymaking.

“I’ve prepared a guest room. I think that’s more… appropriate, somehow.”

Fair enough. Fucking a baby into Kasumi in her normal bed, the one she used with her husband, would have been awkward. Keen nekomata noses would have picked up her past adventures with Hanzo, who in turn could tell the bed had been used… big mess for Monogamists.

Especially considering how cute, feminine, and beautiful Kasumi was, Sasha wasn’t going to be able to hold back. They were liable to wreck that entire room by the time they were done, so doing it to a guest bed was preferable.

Kasumi didn’t object to being swept off her feet, and carried from the bath still dripping-wet to the changing room. They dried themselves off, then she led the way through the hallways of her house to one of several unused rooms. This one, as promised, was furnished in case somebody needed to spend the night.

No clothing to dramatically rip off of each other, just towels wrapped tight. They were discarded easily enough, and Kasumi, warmed up in various ways by their bath together, had little trouble climbing immediately into the bed.

“Before we begin. I have but one rule that I would humbly ask you to respect.”

“Certainly.”

“Please do not kiss me on the lips.”

So he could kiss her womb, but not her mouth? Sasha could see the reasons why she might make such a request, but it wasn’t his place to judge either way. If that was the lady’s pleasure, then kissing was off limits.

“Understood. Shall we?”

“... I believe we shall. Sasha, please give me the children my husband can’t.”

To accompany such a scandalous request, she knelt down on the bed, leaning forward, putting her hands out before her, making sure her immaculately-manicured teal fingernails were spaced perfectly. It was that traditional pose she’d adopted before him now twice. Of all the girls in the village he’d seen do it, Kasumi was by far the most practiced. She looked downright comfortable doing it.

Sasha was hard before he hit the bed, in much the same manner that artillery hit a target. Kasumi expected him to go right to it, to get pounded mechanically, but Sasha still had enough brainpower for a cunning scheme.

She’d only forbidden him to kiss her on the lips.

“S-S-Sasha, what are you-?!”

Kasumi sucked breath down between flawless white teeth, eyes wide in surprise as she felt his lips dance across her body. Starting with those long, lovely legs and up to plump, pillowy thighs, though Sasha made it clear only one place was off limits, and it wasn’t the cleft betwixt her comfortable-looking thighs. In fact, he comed in there, proving himself cunning indeed and lapping at her pussy.

An **** of pleasure different from any she was used to; as she tried to explain through stuttering machine-gun breathing, Kasumi was not accustomed to receiving oral service. It wasn’t that her husband didn’t want to, but the physical limitations were…

Sasha made it clear how much he didn’t want to hear about Hanzo right now by renewing his playful ****, until she was collection of moans and giggles framed by that long hair as black as the night spread out before her on generic bedsheets she proceeded to toss about. The pillow went one direction, the blankets another.

"Eek! Sasha, th-that's not what a guy should be doing... Ahaha~"

There was some point of particular pride to be had in having Kasumi wreck a bed she’d only made this morning without him having to directly do anything. He didn’t spare a single inch of ground his tongue-based conquest, even getting quite cheeky up at her cheeks. Before going down to the other pair of cheeks, and burying his face without a moment of hesitation into Kasumi’s heavenly peach of an ass.

Soft skin as far as the eye could see, and her personal grooming habits were meticulous and flawless, so there was nowhere on her body he couldn’t go and find something to admire. Her nipples were as sensitive as expected, but armpits were a new frontier. He just wouldn't stop, even at her giggling protests.

Until Kasumi realized how she’d been pinned to the bed, flat on her back, held down by his weight. While he had a sleek frame as far as men went, the automail and muscle made Sasha quite effective at this kind of grappling, and she couldn’t wrestle free. So instead, she got him in a leg lock of a more affectionate character.

In this, they had to disagree. A man who ate pussy like it was his groceries would never go hungry.

Nor would he have any trouble lubricating his lover down there; she was a waterfall by the time he moved his hips to match hers. Lining up their bodies to mate in the way men and women were crafted to by the Goddess. The swollen head of his cock, throbbing with the quickened drumbeat of his heart, pressed into tight folds.

Kasumi was not accustomed to anything bigger than her own fingers, and even then only rarely. A cock, much less one so girthy, was just too much to take all at once. He could only work his way in slowly, admiring the heat and pressure of her insides that tried to cook him straight through. Sasha could get lost very easily inside, or cum too early, with the beautiful sensations coursing through his body.

Pumping her immediately would meet her request, but not provide what she needed in the moment. A lover, slow, patient, careful, and yet at the same time, absolutely relentless. He could be all of those at once. In spite of his expectations, this wasn’t an affair of reckless passion.

The bedframe would live another day, purely because Sasha would not see Kasumi so much as mildly inconvenienced, much less discomforted.

Just filled up, by pleasurable degrees, with his cock. Until he had fit in to the base, and hugged her tightly to match the grip of her legs. She rested her chin on his shoulder, moaning out to the white-painted ceiling. There no existed no distance between them, save that one final boundary keeping her heart safe.

That was fine; if Sasha couldn’t kiss her lips while he came deep inside, he’d just go after her neck, and leave some first-class bite marks and hickies.

For all the fun they had, Sasha never lost sight of their goal, and he came deep, focusing on pumping his seed into her. He didn’t waste a drop anywhere that wasn’t going directly into her eagerly-waiting womb.

They’d have to make sure it took. A few more rounds tonight, at least.