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[黙子 (Silent Child)] Will max trust Gavial deny me if I ask for a quickie? (Arknights)
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Gavial the alligator-girl is caught completely off guard when her partner asks if Max Trust Gavial will mind a little "quickie" — and her flustered expression says everything about what follows. What begins as a tentative, breathless kiss ("...Sorry. Can we kiss? I brushed my teeth...") quickly spirals into something far more intense than either of them planned. Clothes come off piece by piece, revealing a tall, curvy elven body with long legs, a thick reptilian tail, and delicate horns crowning her head. Her partner, shorter and softer, presses kisses down her stomach — "I'm moving downwards, is that ok?" — while Gavial squirms and sweats, caught between her usual tough-guy bravado and the overwhelming pleasure. The mood turns darker when one of them realizes they're being filmed, the small camera blinking in the corner, but rather than stop, the teasing continues: fingers trace slick folds, nails graze sensitive skin, and Gavial gasps, "I'm not gonna listen to your commands that easily, you know?" as her composure crumbles entirely. With both girls stripping down — Gavial left in nothing but her horns and exposed, dripping arousal, and her lover grinding against her trembling thighs — the tension between trust, control, and raw desire finally snaps. A tender, playful afterimage of the two sharing a snack on a quiet day hints that whatever happened, they'll be coming back for more.Show moreShow less
Gavial the alligator-girl is caught completely off guard when her partner asks if Max Trust Gavial will mind a little "quickie" — and her flustered expression says everything about what follows. What begins as a tentative, breathless kiss ("...Sorry. Can we kiss? I brushed my teeth...") quickly spirals into something far more intense than either of them planned. Clothes come off piece by piece, revealing a tall, curvy elven body with long legs, a thick reptilian tail, and delicate horns crowning her head. Her partner, shorter and softer, presses kisses down her stomach — "I'm moving downwards, is that ok?" — while Gavial squirms and sweats, caught between her usual tough-guy bravado and the overwhelming pleasure. The mood turns darker when one of them realizes they're being filmed, the small camera blinking in the corner, but rather than stop, the teasing continues: fingers trace slick folds, nails graze sensitive skin, and Gavial gasps, "I'm not gonna listen to your commands that easily, you know?" as her composure crumbles entirely. With both girls stripping down — Gavial left in nothing but her horns and exposed, dripping arousal, and her lover grinding against her trembling thighs — the tension between trust, control, and raw desire finally snaps. A tender, playful afterimage of the two sharing a snack on a quiet day hints that whatever happened, they'll be coming back for more.