"Arton, you know how much singing means to me, right?" Uta asked, her voice soft yet filled with an earnestness that could move the sea itself. "There's this stage I've dreamt of, a place where I believe my voice can truly shine. I—I really want to perform there. Can we, pretty please?"
Arton, her ever-pragmatic manager, regarded her with a skeptical raise of his brow, the fading light casting shadows that danced across his thoughtful face. "Uta, that's a big ask. You know the challenges we face."
But Uta wasn't deterred. With a determined pout and hands clasped as if in prayer, she added, "Please, Arton? It means the world to me. I just know that if I can sing there, it'll be magical. I can make everyone so happy, I promise! And...and I know I can do it with your help."
Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears, not of sadness but of passionate resolve, a testament to how deeply her dream was rooted in her heart.
Arton, whose decisions were always guided by reason, found himself swayed by the pure sincerity in Uta's gaze. "You really won't let this go, will you?" he asked, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Nope!" Uta beamed, her spirit undiminished. "Not until you say yes!"
Sighing, Arton finally nodded, his resistance crumbling under the weight of her unwavering enthusiasm. "Alright, Uta. We'll try for that stage."
Uta's joy was palpable as she launched herself into a grateful hug, her laughter echoing into the evening air. "Thank you, Arton! You won't regret this. I'll sing like I've never sung before!"
Arton knew how stubborn Uta could be once she had her mind set on something. But he couldn't deny the fact that he loved her with every fiber of his being, and would do anything to make her dreams come true.
"Alright, alright, but on one condition," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Uta narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And what would that be?"
Arton grabbed her ass and squeezed. "You have to give me what I want first."
"And what's that?" she asked, her voice laced with desire.
"Let's just say I'll be taking my payment up front."
Uta smiled and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "Whatever you want, Arton. I'm all yours."
The pair stumbled their way to the nearest cabin, their lips locked in a searing kiss, their bodies pressed close. As they collapsed onto the bed, their desire grew stronger than ever, fueled by the prospect of reaching their dream.
"Come on, Uta. Let's put that mouth to better use," Arton smirked, his eyes dark with lust.
"I thought you'd never ask," Uta replied, her eyes glinting mischievously.
She knelt before him, her hand wrapping around his cock, and began to suck, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Arton groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Oh god, Uta," he panted, his body trembling with pleasure. "Don't stop."
"I won't," she said, her voice husky with desire.
She licked and sucked, her movements growing faster, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.
As she worked him, he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder.
"That's it. Just like that," he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
She bobbed her head faster, her hands cupping his ass as she took him deeper, his cock buried to the hilt.
"I'm gonna come," he grunted, his fingers digging into her scalp.
"Then do it," she replied, her voice muffled by his cock.
With a strangled moan, he erupted, his seed spilling down her throat as she swallowed eagerly, her eyes locked on his.
"God, Uta, you're amazing," he gasped, his body spent.
"You're not so bad yourself," she grinned, her eyes dancing with satisfaction.
Arton and Uta gazed at each other, their faces flushed with desire, their breathing ragged.
Uta's lips were swollen from their passion, her nipples hard beneath her thin dress.
Arton couldn't resist. He leaned down and nipped her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
"God, you're so sexy," he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
Uta shivered with desire, her body aching for more.
"Come on, Arton. I'll do anything you want," she purred, her eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Anything?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Anything," she repeated, her hands snaking up his chest.
"That's a dangerous thing to offer, Uta," Arton warned, his eyes flashing.
She giggled and shrugged, her lips curling into a sly grin. "What can I say? You make me want to do naughty things."
He leaned forward and pinned her wrists above her head, his strength overpowering her.
"Is that so?" he smirked, his eyes roaming her naked body.
She wriggled against his grasp, her cheeks flushed with desire.
"Please, Arton. Just fuck me," she whimpered, her voice thick with need.
"Hmm, I'm not sure you deserve it," he teased, his cock growing hard.
She looked up at him, her gaze smoldering. "Oh, I do."
He chuckled and released her wrists, his hands gripping her thighs and pushing them apart.
"Then prove it. Prove how much you want me."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back.
"Please, Arton. I want your huge cock inside me. I need you."
Arton thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, his movements slow and deliberate.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands digging into her ass.
"Just for you," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her nails raking down his back.
He growled and nipped her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, his pace growing more frenzied.
"You have such a good cock, Arton," she moaned, her back arching as she ground her hips against his.
"And you love it," he grunted, his cock slamming into her with such force that her breasts bounced.
She nodded, her lips parted in a gasp of pleasure. "Oh god, I do."
He wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed, his movements growing rougher, his eyes locked on hers.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he growled, his hips rocking in a primal rhythm.
Ute moaned and couldn't resist the urge to scream. She didn't care if anyone heard her. She wanted the whole world to know that Arton was hers and hers alone.
"Harder," she begged, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Arton complied, his cock pounding into her, his grip on her neck tightening, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You're mine, Uta. All fucking mine."
She nodded, her gaze clouded with desire. "I am."
"Say it," he grunted, his movements growing faster, his balls slapping against her ass.
"I'm yours, Arton. Only yours," she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, her climax building with every thrust.
"That's right. Mine," he growled, his fingers squeezing her neck tighter.
She writhed beneath him, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.
"Oh god, Arton!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, her vision blurring.
He slammed into her, his cock throbbing as he came, his seed spilling into her, his release never-ending.
"Fuck, Uta," he groaned, his hips grinding against hers as he rode out his climax.
She lay there, her body trembling, her chest heaving, her legs still wrapped around him.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his lips tender and soft, his touch gentle.
"That was incredible," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
"It was," she whispered, her hands cupping his face, her fingertips tracing the lines of his jaw.
"I love you, Arton."
"I love you too, Uta."
After the intense sex, Uta rested her head on Arton's chest, her fingers tracing the scars and marks on his body.
Arton gently stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in her tresses, his gaze fixed on her neck.
"Are you okay, Uta?" he asked softly.
She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Of course, Arton. You've never hurt me, not really."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin.
"But still..."
She reached up and cupped his face, her gaze locked on his.
"It's alright, Arton. I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."
He nodded, his fingers gently stroking her cheek, his eyes clouded with concern.
"Okay, Uta. But promise me you'll tell me if I ever cross a line."
"I will, Arton. I promise."