Earning Paul's hatred II

Eisha, with her face crimson red, returned the kiss, though a bit reluctantly. Allen, with his mind clouded by the alcohol, delved deeper, his tongue taking action as they interviewed Eisha's, her delight evident in her face, full of ecstasy.

They briefly separated, with Allen quickly making sure to lock the doors. Though he was able to sense a presence beyond the reach of the door, he was far too horny to give it caution.

Swiftly arriving next to Eisha, almost like he never left, she jumped up to him, wrapping her legs around him and her arms around his neck. Kissing as they savored each order's taste.

Eisha, with her face crimson red, returned the kiss, though a bit reluctant. Allen, with his mind clouded by the alcohol, delved deeper, his tongue taking action as it intertwined with Eisha's, her delight evident in her face full of ecstasy.

His hands snaked around her waist, gently finding their way up her bra hook and snapping it out of place as he took hold of her soft molds, fondling them and playing hard on her nipples. 

Eisha's moan woke up the desire he had been suppressing for long as his cock itched to plunge into her, his final line of restraint breaking as he moved onward.

He stops the fondling of her breast, moving his hand under the short mini-skirt. As he curiously moved his hand, he discovered she was dripping wet. A smirk was playing on his lips as he commented. 

"You are already dripping wet," he teased as he inserted two fingers in her dripping secret cave, earning a soft moan in return. 

"Mmh~" Eisha moaned as she felt his fingers in her, moving with profound flexibility as she closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure that seemed to overwhelm her senses.

Allen at that moment gained a bit of rationality, knowing he couldn't continue to waste time with foreplay; it was a bar after all, and with Eisha wet enough, he could proceed further.

Eisha subconsciously lets out a moan, her initial shyness vanishing almost as if erased by an unseen force, seperating once again to catch their breath. Eisha suddenly noticed Allen's eyes.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, she muttered, entranced by their golden color; however, Allen chose to ignore them, immersed in the intense lust he felt. The golden color in his eye flashed brighter, though it remained unknown to him.

Her cheeks flood red in embarrassment; after all, making such a comment in the middle of such an activity would seem strange to anyone.

Allen ignored her words and smirked at her red face, which only seemed to arouse him further, his rod almost throbbing in reaction. Without further thought, he placed her on a table high enough to reach his waist before losing his pants and underwear, showcasing a behemoth. 

"It's way bigger than I thought, she thought inwardly, slightly taken aback by the hardened rod about to be placed by her entrance, gulping down as she resisted the urge to take over.

Allen glanced at her once again, almost as if asking for consent, but did he really need it at this point? Without waiting for a reply, he began rubbing his rod against her dripping, wet entrance.

Eisha grumbled at Allen's teasing, her face flushing a bit in anger as she bit her nail in a bit of frustration. Sighting Eisha's reaction, he finally couldn't hold back as he directly plunged his rod into her.

"Ahh~, she yelps a bit due to Allen's sudden change of action. His mind was suddenly bombarded by an array of sensations, feeling her wet yet warm inside, and subconsciously he began to thrust slightly before he gradually advanced in speed, his thrusts soon turning into full swings.

"Mmph~ Eisha moaned loudly before she directly covered her mouth, restraining her loud moans as she felt Allen's c**k ram into her, hitting her womb, as she continued to bite her finger, avoiding Allen's gaze.

Continuing, Allen carried her into his arms before they continued their dance of back and forth.

Amidst this, Allen seemed to have entered another plane of existence. At the moment, he felt every motion he made and every breath he took. Along with this, the alluring scent Eisha radiated seemed to drive Allen's mind crazy: "She smells so nice."

At that moment, he felt more than just lust; he felt fascination towards the girl before him; he felt a locked emotion within him unlock an unfamiliar emotion rising from within him.

He couldn't explain it, but the gaze he gave her seemed to change; it was filled with love and affection, embracing her in his arms, a show of his care manifesting as the sensual moment played on.

Eisha, with her mind flooded with the intense level of pleasure she felt, began to think. He worries Allen might just be taking advantage of her resurfacing.

"Does he love me back? Does he care about me? she thought, worriedly glancing into Allen's firm gaze, and as she stared, she felt an inexplicable sense of ease and assurance.

From his gaze, she felt loved; she felt the care he had for her, though she was unable to explain why. She ignored him now, firmly assured of Allen's reflection of her love.

Mmh~, she moaned once again as he continued to pound deeper, his superhuman stamina showcasing its might as he remained unfazed by the expenditure of energy.

After so many minutes, the two finally seemed to approach their limit, with Allen leaning closer and whispering into her ears.

Eisha, clearly taken aback by Allen's words, replied, "Yeah, you can..do it inside." She muttered loud enough for Allen to hear, smirking in return as he began to thrust faster.

And long after they started, they both finally climaxed as they both let out tired breaths of overwhelming pleasure.

*Ding*

[Mission progression: 50%]

[?¿? complete]

Unbeknownst to the two, Paul, who was separated by a not-so-soundproofed wall, heard all their activities. He finally stood to his feet, wiping away the cloud that had formed under his eye.

"You bastard, you'll regret ever taking her away from me." He vowed, his voice a bit broken from his previous silent sobbing. Standing to his feet, he stormed out of the restaurant bar mix combo.

"Your insides felt so good. Allen couldn't help but say but Eisha posed no reply, clearly embarrassed by his comments. They tidied up the scene, leaving behind no evidence of their activity.

Exiting the bar, the flashy lights turned on, signaling the opening of the bar at the usual time.

Eisha, with her shift ending, swiftly began to head home with Allen in tow after she managed to convince him to at least know where her apartment was located. 

After she arrived, he was about to head back until he heard she managed to convince him to stay for dinner, and after she had taken a shower, she washed away accumulated sweat. She began to cook.

Allen soon took a shower before he ate the tantalizing food she had prepared.  "Your cooking is so good, he complimented as he savored every flavor in the bites of food he took.

She was filled with delight as he watched him eat her food carefreely, immersed in how he ate, forgetting to even eat her own food.

After almost twenty minutes of dining, Allen was about to embark on his way home; however, he soon felt Eisha tugging at his shirt, which caused him to stop releasing his hand from the door handle.

"What's wrong Eisha, Allen was perplexed by why she suddenly pulled at his shirt.

"Umm, isn't it a bit too late already? She explained, her gaze momentarily shifting from Allen's.

"Wait, isn't it just seven thirty Allen was about to say before he realized the hidden message she had hinted at him?

"Uh, if you don't mind, can I spend the night here? He proceeded to ask, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I don't mind. She replied barely loud enough to hear before they both watched some movies, though quite lacking, but it wasn't surprising due to the world's focus on monsters.

As they continued to watch the movie, their hands touched, triggering their attention as they glanced at one another, and soon they were already intertwined with one another.

Taking off their attire unrestricted, unlike at the restaurant. Now, with freedom from interruption, they played into the bedroom, where the doors closed, veiling the activities that ensued inside.