Kurumi Tokisaki | Date A Live - Artworks

The crimson glow of the setting sun bled through the sheer curtains, painting the room in hues of rose and lavender. Kurumi Tokisaki, her emerald eyes alight with a mischievous, yet undeniably tender, amusement, traced the delicate curve of your jaw with a fingertip. The air in the secluded study, usually filled with the scent of ancient books and dried ink, was now thick with a different, more intoxicating aroma—your own mingled with the faint, sweet perfume of cherry blossoms that clung to her from her recent wanderings.

You, a humble scholar devoted to her enigmatic presence, had invited her here under the pretense of discussing obscure temporal phenomena. But as she sat beside you, her silhouette a masterpiece of curves against the fading light, you knew this was no ordinary academic meeting. Her iconic asymmetrical eyes, one a golden clock face, the other a vibrant emerald, held a universe of unspoken desires, and tonight, those desires seemed to be directed solely at you. The whispers of her voice, like silk against your skin, spoke of moments yet to be explored, of a connection that transcended the mundane passage of time.

“My dear scholar,” she purred, her voice a melody that resonated deep within your chest, “you seem… preoccupied. Are the complexities of the chronal weave proving too elusive?” Her free hand, adorned with her signature gloves, gently brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. The contrast between the cool leather and the warmth of your skin was a delicious tease, a prelude to the sensations you craved.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “Kurumi… it’s not the chronal weave that occupies my thoughts right now.” Your gaze, bolder than you’d ever dared, met hers. You saw a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by that familiar, alluring smile. It was a smile that promised danger, pleasure, and an eternity of fascination. Her laughter, a tinkling cascade, filled the silence. “Oh? And what, pray tell, has captured your esteemed attention, when the very fabric of existence is at our fingertips?”

You leaned closer, your breath mingling with hers. “You,” you whispered, the word heavy with all the longing you’d held captive for so long. “It’s always been you.” The words hung in the air, fragile and potent. Kurumi’s smile softened, her golden eye spinning gently. A rare sincerity bloomed in her gaze, a reflection of your own vulnerability. She raised her hand, her gloved fingers delicately caressing your lips. The anticipation was a tangible force, coiling and tightening in your gut.

“You are a most intriguing paradox, my scholar,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a more intimate register. “So dedicated to logic, yet so swayed by the heart’s illogical desires. And tonight,” she leaned in further, her lips hovering inches from yours, “I find myself… equally captivated by your particular brand of fascination.” Her breath ghosted over your mouth, a promise of sweet surrender. The scent of her, a delicate blend of something ancient and something vibrantly alive, was overwhelming.

Then, her lips met yours. It wasn't a demanding kiss, but a slow, exploratory exploration, a gentle dance that promised more. Her lips were soft, yielding, yet held a firm resolve. You deepened the kiss, pouring all your unspoken adoration into it. Her arms, surprisingly strong, wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer. You could feel the incredible fullness of her chest pressing against yours, a tantalizing hint of the magnificent curves that lay beneath her elegant attire. The fabric of her dress, a rich, dark silk, whispered against your skin as you moved together.

Her tongue, hesitant at first, then more confident, met yours in a passionate exchange. You explored the contours of her mouth, lost in the intoxicating sensation. Her moans, soft and breathy, were like music to your ears, spurring you on. You broke the kiss, only to trail kisses down her jawline, along the delicate curve of her throat, where her pulse thrummed a frantic rhythm. Her head tilted back, exposing more of her neck, her small gasps of pleasure echoing in the quiet room.

“Kurumi…” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. Her eyes fluttered open, those mesmerizing dual-colored orbs reflecting the candlelight. A knowing smile played on her lips. “You wish to explore more than just the temporal weave, don’t you, my scholar?” Her fingers, nimble and practiced, began to unbutton your shirt, each movement deliberate and filled with playful anticipation. The sound of the buttons popping open seemed to amplify the pounding of your own heart.

As your shirt fell away, revealing your chest, her gaze lingered, her golden eye twinkling. She traced the lines of your muscles, her touch sending electric jolts through you. Then, with a sigh of pure contentment, she leaned forward, burying her face in your chest. You felt the softness of her lips against your skin, followed by the warmth of her breath. She began to nuzzle and kiss her way down your torso, each touch a new wave of exquisite sensation. You groaned, your hands instinctively tangling in her long, dark hair, the silken strands a delight to your touch.

“Such a devoted subject,” she whispered against your skin, her voice muffled but full of pleasure. She moved lower, her kisses becoming more daring, more insistent. You felt the cool air on your skin as she continued her descent, until her lips reached the waistband of your trousers. The anticipation was almost unbearable. You clutched her hair, your knuckles white, your body trembling with suppressed urgency. The mere thought of her mouth on you was enough to make your knees weak.

With a soft chuckle, she met your gaze, her emerald eye sparkling with mischief. “Patience, my scholar. The best revelations are those that unfold with careful observation.” And then, her lips met the most sensitive part of you. A gasp tore from your throat as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through you. Her tongue, deft and knowing, explored every inch, driving you to the brink with a maddeningly slow, deliberate rhythm. You were lost in the sensations, your mind a white-hot haze of pure bliss. Kurumi’s skill was beyond anything you could have imagined, her movements fluid and intoxicating, her soft moans a constant, delicious accompaniment to your own cries of pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, but was perhaps only moments, she slowly pulled away, her lips stained a soft pink. She looked up at you, her expression one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction, her golden eye glinting with triumph. “And now,” she purred, her voice a husky caress, “it is my turn to receive your undivided attention, wouldn’t you agree?” She stood, her movements fluid and graceful, and began to shed her own elegant attire. The crimson light caught the exquisite curves of her form, the swell of her ample breasts a sight that stole your breath. They were magnificent, full and ripe, her nipples dark and enticing. Her body was a masterpiece, sculpted by time and a divine artistry, her ample curves beckoning you closer.

You could only stare, awestruck, as she revealed herself completely. The faint scent of her skin, mingled with that ever-present hint of cherry blossoms, filled your senses. She then reached out, her gloved hand a stark contrast to her soft, bare skin, and gently guided you to your feet. Her eyes, those twin jewels of fascination, held a promise of an experience that would redefine your understanding of pleasure. She stepped closer, the sheer volume of her chest brushing against your bare torso, a sensation so overwhelming, so divinely soft and warm, that it made your legs tremble.

“Come now, my scholar,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. “Let us explore the true nature of… connection.” She led you to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the dying embers casting a warm, inviting glow. With a gentle push, she guided you down, until you were kneeling before her. Her large, perfectly rounded breasts, impossibly full and soft, seemed to demand your adoration. The dark tips of her nipples were firm and exquisitely sensitive, practically begging to be touched.

Hesitantly, you reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against the silken skin of her décolletage. Kurumi let out a soft sigh, her eyes closing in pleasure. Emboldened, you cupped one of her breasts, the weight and softness of it filling your palm. It was like holding a ripe fruit, perfectly formed and brimming with life. She leaned back slightly, her head tilted, offering you a clearer view of her magnificent cleavage. The space between her breasts was a warm, inviting valley, a perfect place for your lips to linger.

You lowered your head, your lips seeking out the darkest, most sensitive peak. As your mouth closed over her nipple, she gasped, a sharp, ecstatic sound that sent a thrill through you. You began to suckle gently, savoring the taste of her, the exquisite texture of her skin. Her fingers tightened on your hair, not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as you alternated between soft nibbles and firm tugs, exploring every nuance of her pleasure. You moved to the other breast, and she arched her back, her hips pressing forward, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations you were eliciting. The sheer abundance of her bosom was a constant, overwhelming delight, a testament to her unique and captivating allure.

After a time, she gently pulled away, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of pleasure. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and her cheeks were flushed. “You… you are… magnificent,” she whispered, her voice husky. She then reached down, her gloved hand expertly unfastening your trousers. As you became fully exposed, her gaze, both golden and emerald, took you in with an intensity that made you blush. She then moved to straddle your lap, her movements slow and deliberate, the feel of her bare thighs against yours sending a fresh wave of heat through you. Her ample breasts, so incredibly large and soft, pressed against your chest, your nipples hardening against their plush fullness.

Her hands, cool at first, then warm with the heat of passion, explored your body. She traced the lines of your abs, her fingers lingering at your navel. Then, with a bold stroke, she moved lower, her touch sending jolts of electricity through you. She cradled your erection, her grip firm and knowing, her touch sending waves of exquisite pleasure through your already sensitive core. You groaned, arching into her touch, your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer.

“Hold still, my scholar,” she purred, her eyes alight with anticipation. She then lowered herself onto you, the sensation of her warmth and wetness enveloping you being nothing short of divine. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, her hips swaying, her body adjusting to your rhythm. Her breasts, magnificent and heavy, bounced with each movement, teasing your chin, brushing against your neck. You could feel their incredible weight, their soft, yielding fullness pressing against you, a constant, intoxicating reminder of their presence. She let out a soft moan as she settled fully upon you, her eyes locking with yours, a shared expression of pure, unadulterated desire passing between you.

“Oh, Kurumi,” you breathed, your voice rough with emotion. “This is… incredible.”

Her smile widened, her golden eye spinning with delight. “And we are only just beginning, my dear.” She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, setting a slow, delicious rhythm. Each thrust was met with a deep, guttural moan from you, while her own moans grew louder, more passionate. The sheer size and softness of her breasts were a constant, overwhelming sensation as they pressed against your chest, their weight a delightful burden. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around her face, and her lips met yours again, deepening the kiss as her rhythm intensified. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of her body moving against yours, was driving you to the edge. You could feel the incredible fullness of her breasts as they pressed against your chest, their soft weight a constant, intoxicating reminder of the pleasure she brought.

“You feel so good,” she gasped, her voice laced with pleasure, her hips moving faster, more urgently. She then lifted herself slightly, her breasts parting from your chest for a brief, agonizing moment, only to return with renewed force as she settled back down onto you. The sensation was almost unbearable, the sheer volume of her bosom a constant, overwhelming delight. You grabbed her hips, guiding her, urging her on, your own pleasure building with every moment. Her emerald eye sparkled with desire, while her golden eye seemed to reflect the very flames of your shared passion.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, your voice a desperate rasp. “Don’t stop, Kurumi!”

Her smile was wild now, her movements becoming more frantic, more intense. She was on the precipice, and she was taking you with her. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, their magnificent fullness a constant, overwhelming sensation against your chest. With a final, desperate cry, she pushed herself down, her body arching, her moans reaching a crescendo. You felt your own release, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you, your body shuddering uncontrollably. She collapsed onto you, her breathing heavy, her body slick with sweat, her magnificent breasts resting against your chest, their soft warmth a final, blissful sensation.

For a long moment, you lay intertwined, the silence broken only by your ragged breaths and the crackling of the fire. Kurumi shifted slightly, her head resting on your shoulder, her hair tickling your chin. Her eyes, though still bright with lingering passion, held a newfound softness, a vulnerability you’d rarely seen. She nuzzled into your chest, her contented sigh a sweet melody that soothed your racing heart.

“That,” she whispered, her voice still husky, “was… a most enlightening experiment, my scholar.” She looked up at you, her twin-colored eyes filled with a gentle warmth. “You have a remarkable ability to unravel the mysteries of the human heart, even those as complex as mine.”

You gently stroked her hair, the silken strands a comfort in your fingers. “And you, Kurumi,” you murmured, “have a way of making the most complex mysteries… incredibly delightful to explore.” A soft smile touched her lips, a genuine, unfeigned smile that made your heart swell. She leaned up, her lips brushing yours in a tender, lingering kiss, a promise of more shared moments, more whispered secrets, and more exquisite discoveries in the tapestry of time, and of your intertwined hearts.