NSFW Mini Comic + OneShot Smut Red x White (Oralsex/Aftercare)

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Did you know that humans can survive solely on EZ'NOZ seed? While it may not contain all the nutrients a human needs, it can still sustain life. EZ'NOZ's seed has a somewhat sweet taste to humans, reminiscent of a thick, milky flavor. Red, in particular, really enjoys this taste. She finds pleasure in performing oral sex on White, even though he is quite endowed. She always tries to take him as deep as possible in her mouth. Despite her lack of experience, which White finds both amusing and aorable, he guides her, offering suggestions on what she can do to improve.

NSFW Oneshot smut Red x White:

Red was observing White with a blend of fascination and mild apprehension. She summoned the courage to voice her desire, her tone endearingly shy as she gently said, "I'd like to... taste you." Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she continued, "And, I'm... kind of craving your... seed."

White responded with a soft chuckle, amused by her sincere yet cute request. He tenderly ran a finger down her cheek, his steady gaze providing comfort. "Hungry again, are we?" he teased.

The dimly lit room was charged with anticipation. Red was laid bare on the bed, her soft blush and rapidly rising and falling chest evidence of her nervous excitement. Towering over her, White was a figure of tantalizing power and control, his muscular frame casting a formidable shadow. His large hands cupped her head tenderly, guiding himself towards her quivering lips.

The gentlest of movements marked the commencement of their intimate dance, his length slowly entering her mouth. It was a gentle face-fucking, a delicate dance of dominance and submission. Red was under him, a shiver rippling through her every time he moved, her eyes wide and glistening with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

As the heat of the moment grew, the air thick with their shared arousal. White's voice became both more dominant and encouraging. He paused momentarily, releasing a deep, primal growl, "Use your tongue more, love." An audibly drawn-out exhale accompanied his words before he proceeded, "That's it..." He adjusted his movements, thrusting gently causing Red to let out a surprised gasp. His concern for her was apparent, making sure he was not overwhelming her.

White's praise came as a husky whisper, "Fuck, you're doing a fantastic job." He slowed his movements again, gently rolling his hips, "Remember to breathe." His voice a deep purr that resonated in the quiet room, "Let yourself enjoy this as much as I am." His commanding yet charming demeanor, along with his careful attention to Red's reactions, heightened the passion of their shared experience.

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A low, resonating growl began to build in White's throat, his self-control teetering on the edge as pleasure began to consume him. His movements became less measured, more urgent, the rhythm of his thrusts intensifying. He began to lose himself in the sensation. He gripped Red's head a little tighter, his thrusts becoming erratic as his control slipped away. Red whimpered as his grip tightened, the pace too much for her to keep up with.

Beneath him, Red was trembling, the intensity of the moment rendering her breathless. Each forceful thrust took her breath away, her chest constricting as she desperately tried to draw in air around him. Panic started to creep in at the corners of her mind, but she pushed it away. They had a safeword, a silent signal agreed upon. All she had to do was tap twice on his leg, and he would stop immediately. But she didn't.

Red was struggling, but she was also aflame with her own desire. The raw dominance White was displaying was pushing her boundaries, but it was also strangely thrilling. She wanted to endure it, to prove to herself that she could, and more importantly, for White. This moment was theirs, an unspoken bond of trust, and she refused to break it. So, she persevered, enduring the overwhelming sensation as White lost himself to his pleasure. Her determination fueled her. And throughout it all, White, lost in his ecstasy, remained blissfully unaware of her struggle.

A deep groan escaped White, his control fraying at the edges as he neared his climax. His hand instinctively tightened around Red's head, holding her in place as he thrust more insistently into her mouth. "Red..." he rasped out, a warning laced in his voice, the intimacy of the moment reaching its fever pitch. And then, with a primal growl, he released, flooding her mouth with his seed. His grip tightened for a moment longer as Red, caught off guard, began to choke and gag. Desperately trying to accommodate his size and the overwhelming sensation. Realizing her distress, he quickly let go, his concern overtaking his momentary pleasure.

Red pulled away, gasping for air and coughing slightly. She turned to the side, her body shaking from the intensity and exertion, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. "Take your time, love" his voice soft and comforting, his eyes full of affection as he watched Red slowly recover, his hand reaching out to brush stray hairs away from her sweat-dampened face. His other hand gently rubbed her back in soothing circles, his fingers leaving warm trails on her skin.

White's demeanor shifted from dominant to soothing, his voice gentle as he whispered comforting words, "It's okay, dear. Just breathe." He helped her sit up slightly, his arm supporting her back, and offered her a glass of water from the bedside table. His fingers were soft as they wiped away the tear trails from her cheeks, his eyes brimming with care and concern.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing. The room was quiet, save for their shared heavy breaths slowly steadying. Red just nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, her body relaxing into his supportive embrace.

Once Red's coughs had subsided and her breathing had evened out, White shifted to lie beside her. He gently pulled her close to him, her head resting against his chest. His fingers continued their tender ministrations, gently tracing her curves and comforting her. "Rest now, Red. You've done wonderfully," he praised, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. His heartbeat was steady against her ear, a comforting rhythm that soon lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

The room was filled with a soft, contented silence, the shared intensity of their earlier actions now replaced by a warm, soothing aftercare. White kept his arms wrapped around Red, watching her sleep.