The taste of youth

I held her hips firm. My hands felt massive against her slender frame; my thumbs dug into her hip bones, effectively locking her in place. Her legs were trembling, the cold night air biting at her inner thighs, but the heat radiating from her center was like a furnace.

"Don't... don't look so close!" Yuffie stammered, looking down at me, her face burning. "It's... it's not a treasure chest!"

"But it opens like one," I muttered.

I used my thumbs to spread her nether lips apart. She was tight, compact, and pristine. The neat strip of dark hair was a stark contrast to her pale skin. Inside, she was a vivid, glistening pink.

I didn't give a warning. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue flat from her perineum all the way up to her hooded clitoris.

"Eeep!"

Yuffie jumped as if she’d been electrocuted. Her heels lifted off the ground, her back slamming against the steel pillar. Her hands flew down to grab my head, her fingers tangling frantically in my silver hair.

"Cold! Hot! Wet!" she squeaked, her voice jumping octaves. "That tickles! No, wait, that doesn't tickle! That... ahhh!"

I ignored her protests. I buried my face between her legs. The taste was incredible, sharp, sweet, and bursting with the electric energy that defined her. She tasted like adrenaline and sugar.

I found her clitoris. It was small, hard, and hiding under its hood like a shy animal. I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.

Yuffie’s knees buckled. If I hadn't been holding her up, she would have collapsed onto the floor immediately.

"No fair!" she whined, her head falling back against the metal. "Using... using superior tactics! That's cheating!"

"Silence, ninja," I vibrated against her wetness.

I began to work in earnest. I wasn't gentle. Yuffie was high-energy; she needed high-intensity stimulation to match. I swirled my tongue rapidly around her button, lapping at her juices like a starving wolf.

Her resistance crumbled in seconds. The bratty complaints turned into breathless, high-pitched whimpers.

"Oh... oh wow..." she panted, her hips starting to grind against my face, seeking more pressure. "Okay... okay, you win the round! You can stop now!"

I grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her wider, burying my nose in her soft mound, inhaling her scent deeply while I kept my tongue relentlessly attacking her pleasure point.

"I'm not stopping until you surrender," I growled, the vibration sending a fresh wave of shocks through her pelvis.

"I surrender!" she cried immediately. "I surrender! White flag! Time out!"

"Liar. Your body is still fighting."

I added two fingers. I slid them into her tight, wet channel. She was incredibly narrow. My fingers filled her completely, stretching her walls.

Yuffie gasped, her whole body going rigid. "Too big! Fingers too big!"

I started to pump her with my hand while eating her out. The dual **** was too much for her petite system to handle. She wasn't used to this kind of sensory overload. She was a ninja of speed and evasion, and I had her pinned, filled, and exposed.

She started to sob, not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

"Please..." she mewled, sounding exactly like the kitten I knew was hiding inside the warrior. "Please, Ray... I'm gonna... I'm gonna short circuit!"

"Do it."

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and clamped down with my lips, sucking hard while I curled my fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot with a "come hither" motion.

Yuffie screamed. It was a high, piercing sound that echoed off the canyon walls. Her legs convulsed, clamping around my head like a vice. She shook violently, her heels drumming against the concrete floor.

"I'm breaking! I'm breaking!" she wailed.

Her orgasm hit her like a shuriken to the chest. She squirted, a sudden, hot release that coated my face and tongue in sweet, citrusy fluid. She spasmed against my mouth, her body jerking uncontrollably for a solid minute.

I drank it all. I kept licking, kept sucking, milking every last drop of pleasure from her small, trembling body until she went completely limp in my grip.

She slid down the pillar, her legs useless noodles. I caught her, lowering her gently until she was sitting on her discarded shorts, her back against the steel, her chest heaving.

She looked wrecked. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were crossed, and there was a goofy, dazed smile plastered on her face. Her crop top was still bunched around her neck, leaving her small, hard nipples exposed to the cold air, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Whoa," she whispered, her voice a raspy croak. "That was... a Limit Break."

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked down at the cute little ninja puddle.

"Recover your stamina, Yuffie," I said, unbuckling my belt. "That was just the tutorial."

Yuffie’s eyes snapped open. She looked at my zipper. She saw the bulge.

"Tutorial?" she squeaked, her face paling. "But... but I'm done! I'm looted! There's nothing left!"

I freed myself. My cock sprang out, heavy and hard in the moonlight. To her, from her angle on the ground, it must have looked like a tower.

"You're not done," I said, stepping between her sprawled legs. "I haven't even put my sword in the sheath yet."

Yuffie gulped, staring at it. She looked terrified, but also... mesmerized.

"That's... not just a sword," she whispered. "That's a buster sword."

"Stand up, ninja," I commanded, reaching down to haul her to her feet. "It's time for the boss battle."