- Oiiiiiii! Shishiro Botan! You're clearly taking it too far! - protested Towa, her voice wavering mid-sentence.
The devil was sitting on the edge of the bed, the only clothing on her - Botan's coat wrapped around her, in the fur trim of which she burrowed her face out of embarrassment. Right behind her sat the white lion herself, wearing everything but the coat, embracing her lightly.
- It's my fault all your clothes got wet and I'm not going to let my precious senpai catch a cold, - Botan tightened the hug, - We built that escape room with Pekora and it did work in the first test, no idea what went wrong.
- This is embarrassing! *sniffle* I should have just drowned inside! - Towa hid further into the coat like a turtle, - ACHOOOOOOOOOOO!
- Eh, so this isn't enough, I guess I have no choice, - as Botan said this, she got her hands under the coat and directly on Towa's bare skin, - Now, don't freak out, this is just like a rubdown before swimming.
Ignoring Towa's increasing protests and attempts to get out of her grasp, the lion held her in place firmly and rubbed her hands against her lithe, slender body. Relentlessly and methodically Shishiron assaulted Towa's perfect flat belly, her ticklish flanks, traced her ribs gently with her fingers up to right before the breasts, making sure to give a good rub to her sides all the way to the armpits and then back to the hips and the soft thighs, stopping finally on the inner thighs, avoiding Towa's most private area by just a bit. The entire time Botan even managed to work Towa's body without sinking her hard-as-steel nails into her skin, let alone leaving cuts.
- What the... are you even trying to... - completely out of breath from struggling, making loud weird noises and the building arousal, Towa got her opportunity to speak, - I'm sweating in here now! Ah...
It dawned on her that the plan did indeed work, and she wasn't cold anymore. Botan chuckled, but sounded somewhat off.
- See, I told you to trust me, - replied Botan with a smile, trying to slow down her own breath, - if you didn't struggle so much you wouldn't make it so weird for both of us.
- Um... Ok, fine, I'll admit I was wrong this time and should have just trusted you, - said Towa, sulking a bit.
But alas, Shishiron's body already decided what was happening. Without realizing it, she was breathing heavily down the back of Towa's neck, as she leaned closer in. The contents of her skirt strained against it and got out in the open, pressing firmly against the devil's butt through the coat. Feeling that the lion's huge junk was pushed against her, Towa glanced back nervously, only to see on her face that reason has abandoned Shishiron, and the mating season was about to start.
- Shishiro Botan! Oiii! Snap out of it! You wouldn't do it to a senpai, right? R-right?
Botan effortlessly lifted Towa up in the air, turned around and put her down on the bed, then unwrapped the coat around her. The devil found herself lying like an exquisite dish on the tablecloth, vulnerable and helpless, a toy to the whims of the predator towering over her. Shifting nervously on the bed, her nipples hardening, tail wagging chaotically and normal-sized penis getting fully erect, Towa finally realized that she knew this would eventually happen, and deep down, she always wanted it. Sure, she'd die of embarrassment before admitting it, but she found herself relinquishing control to the lion ever more often, even finding joy in it, and what was happening now was the conclusion. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands, as her tail started slapping her own inner thighs violently.
- Towa-sama, you'll have to bear with me for a bit, - her gaze clouded by lust, the lion undressed herself with a trained motion before pressing her body down against Towa's.
While the softness of Botan's breasts pressed against hers was a pleasant feeling, the enormous monstrosity of a penis towering easily past her belly button and barbed (for your pleasure) was all Towa could think about. Botan got comfortable in no time, manhandling Towa into the right position, grabbing her ass firmly with her left hand, running her right hand up and down her back, letting her feel the claws lightly every now and then and planting kisses on her neck between the ragged breaths. Seeing Towa obediently fall in place, she started grinding her body against Towa's, their penises rubbing together, Towa still paralyzed, like a deer in the headlights, starting to tremble lightly from the built-up excitement. She was overloaded with stimulation, but was also finally at peace. Surely, someone as reasonable as Botan will end this entire thing after rubbing it together and shooting out a load, there's no way she'd force THAT inside Towa, r-right?