"Feeling better, Ren?"

"Yeah... definitely better," he replies, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the wall and a cigarette still between his lips.

Zaira is on top of him, kneeling in front of him. Her large breasts are pressed against his muscular chest, her arms wrapped around his neck while her tongue, coated in that miraculous pink saliva, slowly glides across his face.

She’s healing the fracture in his nose caused by Axel’s brutal elbow strike during Blood Rage — the kind of injury that doesn’t heal quickly.

"I’m glad you and Yuzu have finally started getting along. It was about time."

"It wasn’t easy — your little sister really has quite the personality. I just hope she doesn’t wake up right now, otherwise they’d hear her screaming all the way to New York."

"And why would she?"

"Seriously? You still haven’t noticed how jealous she is?"

"Yeah, but... why would she be? You healed Iris, and now you’re healing me. She should be grateful to you — if you hadn’t been here... I don’t even want to think about how things might’ve turned out..."

"There’s no point tormenting yourself with bad thoughts over things that never happened. Right now, just focus on relaxing while I take care of you..."

Ren gives a faint smile.

"Those are exactly the kinds of things Iris would say right now. And the same things my mother would’ve said..."

His expression darkens as memories of Eliss resurface — all the countless times she healed him like this after the brutal training sessions with Raelor.

"Seriously, stop being so gloomy all the time! Instead of constantly mourning what you’ve lost, you should focus on appreciating what you still have! I never got the chance to meet Aunt Eliss, but I’m sure she’d much rather see you happy together with your family than watching you fall apart every single day thinking about her and your father! I know it’s hard, but feeling sorry for yourself won’t bring them back to life!"

"Yeah... I think you’re right, Zaira..."

While she licks what remains of his nose, her tongue slowly slides downward, lightly brushing against his lips. A moment later, she lowers her gaze between his legs and realizes there isn’t even the faintest hint of an erection.

"I’m naked, pressed up against you, licking you, and yet... you really don’t like me even a little?"

"I could say the same thing about you. You don’t seem attracted to me either. Besides, I’m not the type to get turned on by another man’s woman."

"Another man’s woman...?" Zaira repeats, puzzled. "Oh, you mean Chris? I’m not his girlfriend. We’re very close friends and we fuck from time to time, but that’s all. It’s obvious as daylight that he’s in love with Mia, and she feels the same way about him. But Mia’s far too old-fashioned to fully let herself go with someone who’s also sleeping around with other women. And honestly, since I’m a fan of the Chris-Mia ship, I’d already been considering stepping aside and giving Mia a clear shot."

"Yeah, I’d already guessed there was something between those two... but Mia isn’t the only one who’s ’old-fashioned,’ as you put it. I’ve got nothing against your flirtatious personality, but I’m not really a fan of that kind of girl. When a woman is mine, she’s mine alone — and nobody else’s."

"So that’s what’s holding you back..."

Zaira’s voice grows softer and warmer. Her hands move hungrily across Ren’s broad chest, then slide down over his defined abdomen. Finally, they close around his cock, and she begins stroking him firmly in an attempt to make him hard.

Then she pushes herself even closer, sliding her thighs over his and pressing her pussy — still wet with both her own fluids and Yuzu’s — against the faint beginning of Ren’s erection.

"Oh, Ren... now I understand the reason for your distance and coldness toward me despite an incubus’s natural attraction toward their own blood..."

Zaira brings her lips close to his, so close they barely brush against each other.

"...you want your cock to be the only thing that makes me come — yours and nobody else’s, right? If that’s what you want... then make me yours alone."

Ren grabs her firmly by the hips. He lifts her pelvis and positions her above his erection, now fully hard. He holds her suspended there, with the tip of his cock resting against the entrance of her dripping pussy.

Then he stares directly into her eyes.

"Is it your heart that desires me... or your body?"

Zaira places her hands over Ren’s and gently loosens the grip with which he’s holding her up — just enough for the tip of his cock to slowly slide inside her.

"Both."

Ren completely releases his grip, allowing Zaira’s hips to sink down onto him. His massive erection slides fully inside her, and Zaira immediately begins riding him with renewed vigor. Just feeling his cock moving inside her is enough to drive away the exhaustion caused by the enormous amount of energy she spent healing him and Iris.

Ren buries his face between her huge naked breasts, licking and biting them passionately while his fingers dig into her voluptuous ass.

"Y-Yes, Ren... aaaah... like that! Keep going like that! An incubus’s cock really is unbeatable... aaaah!"

Ren lifts his face from her breasts. He cups her face with both hands and stares silently into her eyes.

"W-What’s wrong, Ren...? Aaah... did something happen...?"

A gentle smile briefly spreads across his face.

"No, it’s just that... I’m really happy I met you, Zaira."

A faint blush colors her cheeks at those sincere words spoken straight from the heart, but before she can even respond, Ren presses his lips against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth a moment later.

They kiss with overwhelming passion, Ren sitting on the floor with his back against the ground while Zaira sits on top of him, bouncing on his thick, hard cock. Again and again, until his seed erupts inside her and her orgasm drips from the lips of her soaked pussy.

But neither of them has had enough.

They roll across the floor, their naked bodies tangled together on the cold living room tiles. They kiss, touch, and fuck until the first rays of the morning sun illuminate their sweat-covered skin.

Only at dawn do they finally collapse from exhaustion, falling asleep on the very floor that had served as their bed of love throughout the entire night. Ren lies flat on the ground, holding Zaira in his arms while she uses his chest as a pillow.