Let's be honest, you don't care how breakfast went.

Breakfast was probably bad, given Misha's lack of culinary experience, but Stephanie certainly didn't care. Despite her desire to look dignified, she ate ravenously, though not necessarily because of the food. There was a snack she wanted to get to.

Misha, contrary to Stephanie, was having trouble focusing on anything but the food. Thankfully, they were eggs on this world, though they were bigger than normal and had a weird yellowish color. Still, everything felt new. The AWIO faculty had normal new-world food, but he had never had the confidence to try it. Now he wished he had.

Once they were both finished eating, Misha took their plates to the sink. Turning back to her, he started trying to explain himself.

"Sorry, I think I burnt the bacon a lit-

Stephanie cut him off, pulling him into a passionate kiss, which he immediately returned.

"I don't care. Let's go. Bedroom, now."

He looked at the burning lust in her eyes.

"Yeah, ok."

Stephanie and Misha hurriedly made their way to her room, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them.

Dear NSFWNecromancer, you said on discord that it makes more sense for Stephanie to top first. But, while I agree, out of spite for your entire continent, I will be doing the opposite.

Stephanie gently pushed Misha onto the bed, only wasting a moment to appreciate his naked form.

He struck a seductive pose, feeling Stephanie's eyes devour him.

"Like what you see? Someone does."

Misha pointed at the tent in her panties.

"I trust you can take them off yourself this time?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes, dropped her minimal underwear, and laid next to Misha. She pressed against him, pulling him into a kiss. But Misha has different plans.

With more strength than someone with his frame should have, he rotated the 2 of them until he was on top. Breaking off their kiss, he kissed and licked his way down until his lips wrapped around his target. He was about to start actually blowing her, but his keen sense of smell picked up on something... familiar.

Letting her womanhood fall from his mouth, he gaped at the pussy that was beneath her hairless balls.

"Wha- how?! How did I not notice this?"

His fingers lightly rubbed between her lips, eliciting a hum of pleasure from her.

"Maybe an all-powerful deity controlling our lives forget to mention it, and doesn't feel like updating the story?"

Misha looked at her in confusion.

"What?"

"Nevermind, please continue."

Misha decided to focus on her pussy, having already given her cock his attention. With a hint of satisfaction, he noticed that her hands were on his head, pushing him into her.

"Misha, I'm going to-"

She didn't actually finish her sentence, so Misha looked up at her, stopping his attack on her snatch.

"No! Dang it, Misha, I was so close."

Misha giggled, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Oh really, my bad."

"You minx, finish what you started."

Misha moved upwards, pressing his cock against her entrance.

"Well, I could do that... unless you want something else..."

Stephanie scowled at his cocky grin.

"Please."

"Please what?"

Stephanie growled at him, but his expression didn't change.

"Please... Fuck me."

"As you wish."

Misha hilted himself inside of her, and her legs wrapped around him while she did her best to suppress her scream.

Stephanie was going to say something but suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Slowly, almost too slowly, Misha began sawing into and out of her, her groans and gasps spurring him on, and making him go faster.

Stephanie watched Misha as he focused on the task at hand. Misha's thin frame was glistening with a sheen of sweat, and Stephanie felt her mouth water.

She pulled him into a kiss, right as an orgasm exploded through her, and Misha sprayed his cum inside of her. Misha collapsed onto her, his face nestled between her boobs. Suddenly his ears perked up, and he looked at her with panic.

"Oh no! Steph, we didn't use protection. You could get pregnant."

Stephanie chuckled. He looked cute when he was worried.

"Relax, babe, I had my tubes tied years ago."

"I don't know what that means, Steph."

"It means I can't get pregnant."

"Oh good."

Stephanie scratched the soft hair behind his cat ears, and he purred appreciatively.

"Rest up, Misha. Once we're ready, it's my turn..."

I can't be bothered to look for typos, so there's probably going to be a few 1000.

-Beyonce