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Kogane’s grip tightened, her powerful arms squeezing Marvin so hard it was a wonder his ribs didn't crack under her sheer strength. She didn't just want to hug him; she wanted to fuse their bodies together right there on the dojo mats. As she nuzzled into his hair, her mind wasn't just filled with the joy of reunion it was spiraling into a frantic, primal hunger that had been building for years.

The truth was, Kogane was a mess of unspent, redirected lust. Since their parents had separated them, she had thrown herself into the dojo and her own solitary, frantic habits. She spent her lonely nights in the dojo's living quarters, surrounded by the scent of her own sweat and the flickering light of a screen, watching women move together, her hand working feverishly between her thick thighs. She’d used every massive, heavy dildo she could find to try and fill the void, trying to mimic the sensation of a real person, but nothing ever felt quite right. Nothing had the warmth, the scent, or the soul of Marvin.

She pulled back just an inch, her yellow eyes shimmering with a predatory, almost feverish light. Her gaze dropped from his face, sliding down his body with a heavy, possessive weight. She could smell him that familiar scent that made her stomach flip and her pulse race. It was better than any fantasy she’d ever conjured while alone.

"Marvin kun..." she whispered, her voice dropping from a boisterous shout to a low, husky growl. She leaned in closer, her massive, sweat slicked breasts pressing firmly against his chest, the thin white cloth of her top doing absolutely nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples. She licked her lips, her thick, wet tongue darting out to moisten them.

"Ya got no idea how much ya missed, ya hear me? All those years... just me and these damn toys..." She let out a rough, self deprecating chuckle, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto his. "But toys ain't real. They don't breathe. They don't smell like ya. They don't... belong to me like you do."

She reached down, her large, calloused hand grabbing his waist and pulling him even tighter against her hips, her expression turning fiercely territorial. A dark, obsessive grin spread across her face.

"I ain't lettin' ya go again. Not to school, not to some girl, not to nowhere. You're gonna stay right here in this dojo with me. You're gonna be mine... my everything. My personal, livin' treasure..." She leaned down, her nose brushing against his neck as she inhaled deeply, a small, feral sound escaping her throat. "In fact... I think you're gonna be much more useful to me than any of those plastic things, Marvin kun. You're gonna be my everything. My own personal, livin' dildo..."