Gojouno Kaguya | Danmachi Is It Wrong To Try To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon

The soft, ethereal glow of the moon cast long shadows across the sparsely decorated room, a stark contrast to the vibrant, bustling city of Orario that pulsed with life just beyond the thick stone walls. Gojouno Kaguya, her usually composed demeanor softened by the twilight, sat by the open window, a silken robe clinging to her form. The cool night air caressed her skin, a gentle prelude to the warmth that was about to bloom within her. Bell, her loyal and surprisingly perceptive companion, sat beside her, his tail twitching with a quiet anticipation that mirrored her own. He was, in many ways, her anchor, a silent observer and steadfast confidante in the tumultuous world of adventurers.

Tonight, however, was different. The usual anxieties of dungeon delving and the pressures of her familia were absent, replaced by a singular, exquisite tension that thrummed between her and the man who had unexpectedly captured her heart. He wasn't a member of her familia, nor was he someone she'd expected to fall for. He was… an anomaly. A skilled adventurer, yes, but one who possessed a gentleness and understanding that chipped away at her proud facade, revealing a vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show. His name was Kai, and his presence tonight felt like a whispered promise of something profound.

Kaguya traced the rim of her teacup, the porcelain cool against her fingertips. She recalled their last encounter, a near-fatal battle in the lower levels of the dungeon where his quick thinking and even quicker blade had saved her life. In the aftermath, amidst the adrenaline and relief, their eyes had met, and something had shifted. A silent acknowledgement of a burgeoning, undeniable attraction. Since then, stolen glances, lingering touches, and late-night conversations had woven a delicate tapestry of unspoken desire.

Bell nudged her hand gently, his golden eyes reflecting the moonlight. Kaguya smiled, a soft, genuine curve of her lips. "I know, Bell," she murmured, her voice a low caress. "Tonight… tonight feels special." She felt a blush creep up her neck, a reaction she attributed to the romantic ambiance, but in truth, it was the anticipation of Kai’s arrival, the knowledge that he would soon be here, his presence filling this quiet space with an intoxicating energy.

The soft chime of the door’s bell announced his arrival. Kaguya’s heart gave a distinct leap. Kai stood framed in the doorway, his smile warm and a little uncertain, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior she’d witnessed in battle. He wore simple, comfortable clothes, a departure from his adventurer’s gear, and his presence immediately filled the room with a palpable aura of sensuality. Kaguya stood, her silken robe rustling softly, and met his gaze.

"Kaguya," Kai said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He stepped inside, and the door closed behind him, sealing them in their own private world. Bell, sensing the shift in atmosphere, quietly retreated to his corner, a silent guardian of their nascent intimacy.

Kaguya’s gaze swept over him, taking in the subtle swell of his chest beneath his tunic, the lean lines of his arms. She found herself tracing the curve of his jawline with her eyes, a boldness she hadn't known she possessed. "Kai," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air between them, a symphony of shared glances and subtle gestures that spoke volumes.

Kai took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The contact sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. "You look… radiant, Kaguya," he said, his voice laced with admiration. "The moonlight suits you."

Kaguya’s breath hitched. His words, so simple yet so potent, made her feel exposed, yet incredibly cherished. She allowed herself a small, almost shy smile. "And you, Kai," she responded, her gaze drifting to his lips. "You have a way of… brightening even the dimmest of nights."

He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through her. He closed the remaining distance between them, and Kaguya found herself instinctively leaning into him. His arms went around her waist, drawing her flush against his body. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her own, a comforting rhythm that quickly accelerated into a frantic dance of desire. His scent, a mix of clean sweat and something uniquely him, filled her senses, intoxicating her.

Her hands found their way to his chest, her fingers splaying over the firm muscles beneath his tunic. The rough texture of his clothing was a stark contrast to the smooth silk of her robe, a physical manifestation of the different worlds they inhabited, yet here, in this embrace, those differences dissolved into a singular, overwhelming connection.

"I've been thinking about you, Kaguya," Kai confessed, his voice a husky whisper against her ear. The heat of his breath sent a fresh wave of heat through her veins. "Constantly."

Kaguya tilted her head back, her eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze was almost blinding. "And I, you," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The carefully constructed walls of her pride were crumbling, replaced by a raw, yearning need that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Kai’s thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, a gentle exploration that made her moan softly. His gaze darkened, the raw desire now undeniable, raw, and beautiful. He leaned in, slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away, but Kaguya had no intention of doing so. She met him halfway, her lips parting in anticipation.

The kiss was everything she had imagined and more. It was tentative at first, a soft exploration, then deepened, growing in intensity with each passing moment. His lips were warm and firm, and her own responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself. Tongues tangled, tasting, exploring, a dance of passion that left her breathless and wanting more. His hands moved from her waist, sliding up her sides, then gently cupping her breasts over the thin silk of her robe. A gasp escaped her as she felt the pressure, the intimate exploration that ignited a firestorm within her.

Kaguya’s hands clutched at his tunic, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She felt herself losing all sense of control, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of sensation. The night, the room, the world outside – it all faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in this exquisite embrace.

Kai broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. His eyes were dark with an unspoken hunger. "Kaguya," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I want you."

The directness of his confession sent a thrill through her. There was no pretense, no ambiguity. Just raw, honest desire. "And I… I want you, Kai," Kaguya confessed, her own voice a husky whisper. The confession felt like a key unlocking a hidden part of herself, a part that craved this intimacy, this surrender.

He gently guided her towards the bed, their bodies still pressed together. The silk of her robe whispered against his tunic as they moved. Kaguya’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. As they reached the bed, Kai carefully helped her to sit, then knelt before her. His eyes, filled with a profound tenderness, met hers. He reached for the tie of her silken robe, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her collarbone.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he untied the sash, and the robe parted, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin beneath. Kaguya shivered, not from cold, but from the sheer vulnerability of the moment. Kai’s gaze devoured her, a silent appreciation that made her blush deepen. He gently pulled the robe from her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her most delicate undergarments.

He rose to his feet, his eyes still locked on her. "Beautiful," he breathed, the single word more potent than a thousand declarations. He reached out, his hand tracing the curve of her shoulder, then slowly, deliberately, slid down her arm. Kaguya closed her eyes, savoring the exquisite sensation of his touch.

He then turned his attention to his own attire, unbuckling his tunic and letting it fall. Kaguya’s breath caught as she saw the impressive musculature of his chest and abdomen. The raw masculinity of his form was a stark, beautiful contrast to the delicate curves of her own body. He knelt again, his hands finding the hem of her chemise. With gentle, knowing fingers, he began to lift it, inch by agonizing inch, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts, then the delicate curve of her stomach, and finally, the soft, enticing mound of her sex.

Kaguya gasped, a soft, involuntary sound as she felt the air on her bare skin. Kai’s eyes were filled with an almost reverent admiration. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her breast, a soft, feather-light kiss that sent tremors of pleasure through her. He then lowered his head, his tongue tracing a delicate circle around her nipple. Kaguya moaned, her hips arching instinctively. The sensation was almost unbearable, a sweet, exquisite torment.

His mouth closed around her nipple, and Kaguya cried out, her hands gripping his hair. The sensation was intense, a heady rush of pleasure that overwhelmed her senses. She felt herself spiraling, her body trembling with an undeniable need. Kai’s tongue danced and teased, his mouth working a magic she’d never experienced before. He then moved lower, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach, drawing a sigh of pleasure from her.

When his mouth finally reached the core of her womanhood, Kaguya’s breath hitched. His touch was both reverent and utterly consuming. His tongue explored her with a skilled artistry, eliciting sounds of pure bliss from her lips. She felt herself unraveling, her body responding with an abandon she’d never known possible. She guided his head, her hands pressing into his scalp, urging him deeper, wanting more, always more. The world narrowed to the exquisite sensations he was creating, the rhythmic, insistent pressure driving her closer and closer to the precipice.

With a final, shuddering sigh, Kaguya climaxed, her body arching violently as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice choked with pleasure, and felt Kai’s mouth still against her, his own body reacting to her release. As her trembling subsided, she felt him pull away, his eyes still alight with passion. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed skin and parted lips, a silent acknowledgment of their shared intimacy.

“Now,” he whispered, his voice husky. He stood, his erection a testament to his own arousal, hard and throbbing. Kaguya’s eyes widened slightly, a new wave of anticipation washing over her. She reached out, her hand trembling, and gently cupped his burgeoning member. The heat and firmness sent a fresh surge of desire through her. He groaned, his eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring her touch.

“You want me, don’t you, Kaguya?” he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

Kaguya nodded, her gaze unwavering. “More than anything.”

He pulled her up, his hands finding her waist, guiding her to stand before him. The air crackled with a renewed, more potent tension. He pushed her gently back onto the bed, her silken robe sliding further down her shoulders. He then positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her inner thighs, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come.

“Open for me, Kaguya,” he murmured, his voice a command laced with tenderness. Kaguya’s legs parted instinctively, her body welcoming his presence. He lowered himself, and she felt the incredible fullness of him pressing against her entrance. She gasped, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort as he began to enter her.

He eased in slowly, carefully, allowing her body to adjust. Kaguya moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she felt him fill her. The sensation was intense, a perfect, exquisite fullness that resonated deep within her. When he was fully inside her, he paused, his eyes locking with hers, a silent communion of their shared desire. Then, with a deep, guttural groan, he began to move.

The rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust a deep, penetrating exploration of their shared pleasure. Kaguya gasped with each movement, her body arching to meet his, her hips finding their natural cadence. She could feel the friction, the heat, the delicious friction building between them. Kai’s hands cupped her hips, guiding her movements, ensuring their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity. He whispered her name, his voice rough with passion, and Kaguya responded with soft cries of pleasure.

The rhythm quickened, the thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. Kaguya felt herself reaching a fever pitch, her senses reeling. She clung to him, her nails digging lightly into his back, her body a conduit for the escalating passion. Kai’s breathing grew heavier, his groans becoming more pronounced. He pulled her closer, their bodies slick with sweat, pressed together in an intimate embrace.

“I’m going to cum, Kaguya,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. Kaguya’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. She saw the raw, unadulterated pleasure etched on his face, and a thrill of anticipation shot through her. She tightened her legs around him, urging him on.

With a final, powerful thrust, Kai groaned, his body tensing. Kaguya felt the thick, warm liquid flooding her, a sensation of intense pleasure and satisfaction that brought a cry of pure bliss from her lips. She felt him pulsate within her, his release a shared ecstasy that left them both breathless and trembling.

They lay entangled for a long moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling. Kaguya felt a profound sense of peace, a contentment she hadn't known was possible. Kai’s arms were still around her, his body a warm weight against hers. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering there.

“That was…” he began, his voice still husky, “incredible.”

Kaguya smiled, a soft, contented smile. “Yes,” she agreed. “It was.” She felt a new warmth blooming in her chest, a tenderness that transcended the physical. This was more than just a passionate encounter; it was a connection, a deepening of the bond that had been forming between them.

He shifted, gently pulling away from her, though his hand remained on her waist. He looked at her, his gaze soft and filled with affection. “I want to continue,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “If you’ll let me.”

Kaguya’s heart fluttered. She met his gaze, a new resolve hardening within her. She felt a surge of confidence, an embrace of her own desires. “Yes, Kai,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “I will.”

He smiled, a broad, genuine smile that reached his eyes. He then shifted his position, maneuvering himself so that he was kneeling before her again. Kaguya watched, intrigued, as he reached for her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples, sending shivers of renewed pleasure through her. He then leaned forward, his lips finding the tip of one breast. He suckled gently at first, then with more intensity, drawing a soft moan from her.

Kaguya’s hands found his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she tilted her head back, savoring the sensation. He moved to her other breast, his mouth working its magic, eliciting a symphony of soft cries from her lips. He continued to tease and pleasure her, his tongue exploring every sensitive inch of her breasts, his breath warm against her skin.

Then, he moved lower, his gaze dropping to her swollen belly. He traced the line of her navel with his finger, then continued downwards, his touch deliberately slow and teasing. Kaguya’s breath hitched as she felt his gaze, his intention. He was going to continue, to explore every part of her.

When his mouth finally reached the sensitive folds of her sex, Kaguya gasped. This time, there was no hesitation, no surprise, only anticipation. He lowered his head, his tongue teasing at the entrance, eliciting a trembling sigh from her. He then began to lick and kiss, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. Kaguya’s hips arched, her body responding with an abandon that was both intoxicating and liberating. She guided his head, her fingers running through his hair, urging him on, wanting to feel his mouth on her, consuming her.

He worked his magic, his tongue dancing and swirling, eliciting waves of pleasure that built and built, each peak more intense than the last. Kaguya cried out, her voice a ragged whisper, as she experienced another powerful climax, her body arching and trembling against the sheets.

As her tremors subsided, Kai pulled away, his eyes filled with a triumphant glow. He looked at her, his gaze full of admiration. “You are exquisite, Kaguya,” he breathed. He then shifted, moving so that he was lying beside her, pulling her close. He kissed her softly, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of affection and deep satisfaction.

“I want to try something else,” he whispered against her lips. “If you’re willing.”

Kaguya’s curiosity was piqued. “What is it?”

“Doggystyle,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. A blush spread across her cheeks, but there was no fear, only a growing excitement. She had heard of such positions, but had never dared to imagine herself in one.

“Are you sure?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed, his voice laced with confidence and a gentle reassurance. “Just trust me.”

Kaguya nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. He gently guided her to her hands and knees, her silken robe sliding further down her back, exposing her bare backside. Kai knelt behind her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips and the delicate swell of her buttocks. He then reached out, his hand cupping her hip, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin.

He positioned himself behind her, his erection pressing against her entrance. Kaguya gasped as she felt the familiar pressure, then the deep, insistent penetration as he entered her from behind. The angle was different, more intimate, more primal. She moaned, her hips arching instinctively to meet his thrusts.

Kai’s hands found her waist, his grip firm and guiding. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, driving into her with a primal urgency. Kaguya cried out with each thrust, her body responding with an abandon she hadn't known she possessed. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. She felt the friction, the heat, the sheer power of their connection. She could feel him pushing deeper, his movements dictating the rhythm of their shared pleasure. She bucked against him, her cries mingling with his groans of exertion and pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, Kaguya?” Kai growled, his voice rough with passion.

Kaguya could only manage a breathless gasp in response. Her entire body was consumed by the sensation, by the sheer primal intensity of their connection.

He continued to thrust, faster and harder, their bodies slick with sweat. Kaguya felt herself spiraling towards another peak, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She clung to him, her nails digging into his arms, her body arching and trembling with the escalating pleasure. Kai groaned, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“I’m going to cum again, Kaguya!” he rasped, his voice thick with anticipation. Kaguya’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his over her shoulder. She saw the raw desire etched on his face, and a thrill of exhilaration coursed through her. She tightened her legs around him, urging him on.

With a final, powerful surge, Kai groaned, his body tensing. Kaguya felt the thick, warm liquid flooding her again, a sensation of intense pleasure and satisfaction that brought a cry of pure bliss from her lips. She felt him pulse within her, his release a shared ecstasy that left them both breathless and trembling, their bodies slick and intertwined.

They remained in that position for a moment, their breathing gradually slowing. Kai’s arms were still around her, his body a warm, reassuring weight. He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “That was… perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Kaguya smiled, a soft, contented smile. “Yes,” she agreed. “It was.” She felt a deep sense of fulfillment, a connection that went beyond mere physicality. She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his cheek. “Thank you, Kai.”

He pulled away slightly, his gaze meeting hers over her shoulder. He looked at her, his eyes soft and filled with a warmth that melted her heart. “Thank *you*, Kaguya,” he whispered. He then gently pulled her back down onto the bed, their bodies still entwined. He kissed her softly, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of deep affection and a burgeoning love. He held her close, their bodies still slick with sweat, their hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm. The moon continued to cast its ethereal glow, a silent witness to the passionate, deeply satisfying union of Gojouno Kaguya and Kai, a night filled with both tender romance and uninhibited, explicit desire.