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Cute.. so cute..
Once Madoka got like this she was difficult to stop. And yes, in the past Homura had attempted to slow things down when the situation wasn’t the best - she was reminded of the first time they became so intimate back in the circus. Such nostalgic thoughts made her smile weakly, and her eyes continued to well up. Once again, like always, she couldn’t fully believe that she was with Madoka Kaname, that she was here in the first place.
The ebony reached a hand up to her lover’s cheek, stroking it and resting it behind her ear to play with her delicious pink hair just a little. Her other arm was still clasped tightly around the pinkette’s back, and with every opportunity she craned her neck to reach that sweet adorable face to kiss it, once, twice, three times
“Madoka… Madoka..!” whispering slightly, she stared longingly and unblinking into the other’s eyes. She wore a sweet smile, one that showed her complete and eternal trust, her faith. She calmly breathed warm air onto Madoka’s lips, purposefully tantalising and teasing the little goddess.
I’m practically begging for it.
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For mere expressions to be able to affect one another like this.. the look in Madoka’s eyes overwhelmed Homura on some inner level, she stared back only feeling things which couldn’t be described with mere words. An eternity seemed to pass in the time it took for Madoka to lock their lips together, but it was well worth the wait. Once again letting the warmth of her lips wash over her like no other feeling in the world was capable of - Homura calmly shut her eyes and let her lips dance with those of the other, eventually her arms would wrap around Madoka and pull her closer to deepen the kiss even more.
And for that while Homura’s thoughts were completely blank, nothing but a warmth and the perfected image of the person she loved the most appeared in her mind.
Madoka.. Madoka… Madoka….
But as soon as it had begun, it was over. Their lips parted and Homura beheld her god with slightly teary eyes. She felt limp.. and wanted nothing more than to be there, in Madoka’s arms, forever.
It was the same every time they were intimate together.. the same process of finally becoming whole, only to be split in half again eventually. These were truly the only times Homura felt complete, that every moment in her life had been worth it.
Madoka had kissed passionately and furiously while their lips had still been locked together, she always had an assertive side within her that was always getting ready to unleash itself. And so, her hands made their way up to hold Homura’s face, her body completely pressing against the girl’s and closing the distance between them. The pink-haired girl moaned in her mouth, so sensitive as to already become ecstatic within the brief moment that they shared together.
When their lips had parted, Madoka still couldn’t bring herself to completely stop in this state; and so her mouth had planted multiple kisses on the ebony’s face, her adventerous hands making their way all over the girl’s body. Whatever Madoka could touch, she wanted it badly.
“Homura, H-Homura…” She continued to chant her lover’s name repetitively in her almost ecstatic state, the kisses she planted on her face now becoming licks and brief sucks. If Homura couldn’t do anything to stop her, she’d be in complete control.
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