She may have gotten a head start.

"I-I..." Yumi stuttered a few more times before finally getting the words out. Sort of. "I'm already…"

Mason couldn't help but chuckle. Here he was wearing nothing but a smile and with a rock-hard cock. And yet she was still embarrassed to tell him she had gotten wet. It was so quintessentially Yumi.

"Well, I hope you would be," He said playfully. "At least a little after all that. Or else I might need to work on my kissing."

"No!" Yumi said a little louder than she probably meant to. "I mean… well I really liked how you kissed me. It's just… before you came… I-I meant before you got here…"

Mason was legitimately not sure what she was trying to say. But he knew he wanted to hear it. So once again he decided to trust Luxuria and the demon who created it. So he **** her to look up at him.

"Tell me the truth Yumi," He said with as much confidence as he could muster. Admittedly he was still feeling pretty far from a natural dom. But it was already coming a little easier.

"I was… touching myself…" Yumi could barely be heard as she spoke.

"Oh really?" He asked teasingly. Mason wondered if his smile looked as toothy and lascivious as it felt on his face. But he couldn't help himself. The thought of innocent, little Yumi Kamiya with a hand down her pants feverishly working her pussy into a soaked mess was too much for him. It was an absurdly funny and ridiculously hot mental image.

"What were you thinking about?" As he spoke Mason pulled Yumi over to her bed. He sat on the edge. The almost naked girl hardly needed to be guided to his lap, but he did anyway. Her panty-clad ass came to rest on his thighs. Without any prompting she leaned back against his chest, unconsciously grinding against the cock pressed against her bare back and covered butt.

"I was thinking about you," Yumi spoke breathlessly, taking deep gulps of air every few words. Of course, Mason knew he wasn't helping with that. Especially when he snaked his arms around her, tracing up her ribs to fondle her small, but sensitive breasts.

"What exactly? Be specific." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Then he whispered, as best he could, into her ear.

"I was thinking about seeing you naked. About kissing you. Touching you." As Yumi talked, Mason made his move. His right hand stopped teasing her hard, brown nipple and lowered itself. The pads of his large fingers teased the warm plane of her tummy. Before it finally reached her the hem of her cartoon panties.

Then he stopped.

"Well, we've already done all of that. Maybe we should call it a night." His grin was so devilish that he imagined Lilith would be proud.

"No! No, please! Keep going! I-!" The Asian girl's begging was cut off before she got too loud. His hand dipped below her panties and between her now-splayed legs.

Mason's first thought was a single word. Wet. Yumi hadn't been wrong in saying she was already wet. Her panties had been positively soaked in her own scalding juices. But the mess she made didn't deter him. He was eager to explore every inch of his new lover.

Thanks to porn he knew at least the basics of the female anatomy. Mason started working through the wispy fur of her muff. Then he moved lower running his finger over the delicate petals. After that came the gushing opening of her honeypot, which twitched like it was trying to swallow his finger. Before finally, he brought it back up to the small, sensitive bundle of nerves that was her love button.

That earned him quite the moan from his little lady. That lit a fire in him. He was determined to hear more. Fortunately, whether through his Fearsome Foreplay or just how worked up Yumi already was, it seemed he could do no wrong. He tried to experiment, touching different places in different ways. But it just seemed to drive her wilder and wilder. In no time she was gasping, moaning, and groaning so loudly Mason was legitimately worried her parents might hear.

But that wasn't all. While the petite girl seemed more than content to passively let him paw at her, she began to move. It started small. When his hand pulled away even slightly her nubile hips would lurch forward, chasing that wondrous friction. Then she began to rock back and forth in his lap. Slowly at first, but faster and harder with each passing second. Until she was wetly humping against his hand, panting in desperation.

Her wild bucking did have an unintended side effect (at least he assumed it was unintentional given how lost in her own pleasure his childhood friend was.) While Yumi ground her pussy against his hand, her pert little rear returned the favor. It rubbed up and down on his shaft with each roll of her hips. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. In fact, it would be the opposite of one. The increasingly sodden cotton of her underwear felt heavenly sliding along the underside of his aching cock. Combine that with the pillowy pressure of her cheeks sandwiching him (as best they could,) the feeling was downright delectable.

But that was the problem. It was too good. And after being teased by Ms. Bailey and having his not-quite-wet dream with Lilith, Mason was primed to explode at any moment. But he didn't want it to be now. So he did his best to ignore the feeling of her ass practically jerking him off.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Everything in that moment worked against him. The lusty noises escaping Yumi's mouth. The warmth of her bare skin against his. The scent of her sex already filling the air. It was all too much.

Mason felt the sweat roll down his face and back. He bit his lip and clenched as many muscles as he could. Anything and everything to prolong the inevitable. But it was impossible. He teetered on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity.

But then at the last possible second, he was saved by the bell.

Yumi shuddered and gasped before shrieking like a banshee into her hand. Her own orgasm saved him, as she arched her back and pushed her gushing pussy forward so far that she almost fell off his lap. But Mason held onto her and managed to keep himself from cumming right along with her.

The tiny teen's orgasm was shockingly powerful, aided by her giant lover never once ceasing his fingerwork. She twitched and convulsed as wave after wave crashed through her. But eventually, all that was left was a few aftershocks, causing the occasional jerk. It was only when they too had run their course that Mason felt confident in doing anything.

He lightly kissed the top of her head again. But then he decided to simply cuddle the petite girl, cradling her against his hairy chest. That was apparently what she needed, as Yumi immediately half-turned to face him and nuzzled into him. Slowly she calmed down, as her breath evened out and her body stopped trembling (though Mason made sure to keep his hand between her legs to keep her at least a little excited.)

"That was incredible," Yumi eventually muttered.

"Glad you thought so," Mason said cockily. It was hard not to feel confident while holding the shuddering body of a woman he just brought to orgasm. But after that he stayed silent, deciding it would be better to make Yumi fill the silence. It took a moment, but his patience was eventually rewarded.

"I was… I was thinking about something else too," Yumi said without looking up at him.

"What? Just tell me and I can make your fantasy our reality." It was probably too cheesy a line. But it was the best he could come up with at that moment.

"I was imagining you… inside me." Her voice was even quieter than before. And yet she was practically shaking with anticipation (and nervousness.)

"Oh. What part? My finger?" At some point, he would have to stop teasing her. Mason knew that. But for now, he curled his middle finger, slipping the tip between her folds and actually inside her pussy. He had avoided doing so earlier. But he deeply regretted that now. It was an incredible sensation, hot, wet, and tight even on just his finger. And alive. Her inner walls twitched and clamped down on the intruding digit so hard he could feel the beat of her heart.

Yumi gasped again, the passion of the earlier moment rapidly returning to her. But after a moment, and a hard swallow, she spoke again.

"No. Well yes," The tiny girl moaned, once again humping into his hand. "But I meant your… your penis."

The teen boy was both amused and a little disappointed in her dirty talk. And apparently, he wasn't the only one as the Asian girl decided to try that again.

"Y-Your cock," She gasped out. "I want to feel your cock in my pus… pussy."

That did it. Mason pulled his hand out of her panties and grabbed her under her arms. He picked her up with barely any effort and got her back on her, admittedly wobbly, legs. Then he quickly grabbed her underwear and pantsed her (confirming her ass looked as good as it felt.) It was a lightning-fast process, and part of him suspected that it would have been better to make more of a show of it. But he had teased the poor girl, and himself, enough.

It was time for the main event.

As he stood up Mason scooped his tiny girlfriend up once more. This time though it was bridal. Feeling a little like a monster in an old horror movie, he kissed her again. Wildly thrashing his tongue against hers for a moment as he turned around. Without breaking the kiss he leaned over and gently laid her on her bed, even making sure to get her head on her pillow.

"Let me grab my condom," As Mason spoke, he ran a thumb over her cheek.

He pulled back and gave her a warm smile before turning away. Or trying to. Yumi's little hand suddenly locked around his wrist. When Mason looked back, he found the Asian girl looking legitimately nervous.

"W-Wait!"