Flares of passion

One day, Natan called it a night and went to his room to find Flare waiting for him. Unlike last time, Natan questioned her in a friendly way.

“Flare, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you. That’s all” Flare replied, standing up from his bed to approach him. Instead of the robe she wore her normal dress, not that it made things better for the slayer since it still gave him a wide view of her cleavage. “Remember the last time I was in here?”

“S-sure I do.” Natan started sweating as he envisioned her in nothing but a pair of panties and her hair hiding her large breasts. Flare smirked seeing his reaction.

“What I said before still stands: I want you to dominate me”

Natan gulped as Flare pulled the straps of her dress down, leaving her in the same state of undress like that night. Natan couldn’t help but stare at the goddess before him.

“Flare, we shouldn’t…”

“Please” Flare gave him a pleading look “I want this, and I know you want this too.”

Natan didn’t fight it when Flare reclaimed his lips, unlike that night this time she was going all the way with him. As Natan roamed her body with his hands, she removed his vest and marveled at his muscular chest. She had little time to admire it when Natan carried her bridal style and deposited her on his bed, the slayer then climbed on top of her to resume the make out session. Hearing her moan, Natan felt confident enough to trace his hand over her right breast before giving it a soft squeeze.