Makima x Chainsaw Man 56P (Patreon)

Seems like I messed up the upload day for the Jeanne D'arc post, so today will be a double upload.😅

Makima lounged on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the blinds and casting faint lines across her pale skin. She wore nothing but a pair of torn black pantyhose, the fabric ripped around her thighs and calves, clinging to her legs in disarray. Her red hair framed her face in messy waves, her amber eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as she looked at the man standing before her.

“You’re late,” she said coolly, her tone firm but teasing as she crossed her legs slowly, the motion drawing attention to the jagged tears in the nylon.

His gaze was intense, meeting hers without hesitation as he stepped closer, his dark frame towering over her. “I don’t like being rushed,” he replied, his voice deep and confident.

Makima smirked, leaning back on her elbows, deliberately exposing herself further. “Then I suggest you make up for lost time,” she purred, her voice low and commanding.

He moved toward her, gripping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Makima’s smirk widened as he tore the rest of the pantyhose away, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. “Good,” she murmured, her hands sliding up his chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck.

When he entered her, her breath hitched, a low moan escaping her lips as her nails dug into his back. “Nghhh… yes,” she whispered, her voice laced with approval as she adjusted to his size. He began slowly, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he set a steady rhythm, her body arching in response to every movement.

Makima’s dominance melted into soft, breathy moans as he quickened his pace, her amber eyes fluttering closed. “Ahhh… harder,” she commanded, her voice breaking slightly as pleasure overwhelmed her. He obeyed, his thrusts growing deeper, pulling her closer with every motion.

Her usual control slipped further as her voice grew louder, her moans turning desperate. “Nghhh… so deep… ahh… don’t stop!” she gasped, her nails raking down his back as her body trembled beneath him. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her cries filling the room.

“I’m… I’m cumming—ahhhh!” she screamed, her body tightening as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. He followed shortly after, groaning deeply as he filled her, leaving them both breathless and shaking.

Makima lay back against the pillows, her red hair spread like a halo around her flushed face. Her smirk returned as she glanced up at him, her amber eyes still gleaming with satisfaction. “Not bad,” she murmured, her voice teasing but soft.

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “Not bad?”

Her smirk deepened as she wrapped a leg around him, her voice a whisper against his ear. “Who said we’re done?”