Nina's cheeks flushed deeper at the intimacy of his request, but the sincerity in his gaze, the way he treated her with such care and admiration, made it impossible to refuse.
Finally, she nodded, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, "O-Okay...But make sure that you don't do anything crazy, Kafka; I-I'm quite inexperienced when it comes to such dirty things unlike a deviant like you are."
Kafka's smile in return was soft, reassuring, as he guided her into a more comfortable position, his hand never leaving her, his touch a steadying force. "Relax." He said gently, his voice like an anchor, pulling her back to him. "I'll make the experience so comfortable that you'll be begging me to put a couple of fingers inside of you from time to time."
