Nemesis | To Love Ru

The humid summer air hung heavy and thick, clinging to Rito's skin like a second layer. He sat on the edge of the old wooden dock, the weathered planks warm beneath his bare legs. The sun, a molten orb in the late afternoon sky, cast shimmering reflections across the tranquil surface of the lake. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, carrying with it the sweet, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming flowers. He was alone, a rare moment of peace amidst the chaotic whirlwind that was his life, especially since the arrival of the alien princesses. But today, his thoughts were not on intergalactic diplomacy or accidental engagements. Today, his anticipation was focused on a singular, exhilarating prospect.

A ripple disturbed the glassy water, followed by the soft splash of a body entering the lake. Rito’s eyes snapped open, a thrill coursing through him as he saw her emerge, droplets of water cascading from her raven-black hair like tiny diamonds. It was Nemesis, her form silhouetted against the vibrant green of the lakeside foliage. She was wearing a simple, yet incredibly revealing, dark blue swimsuit, the fabric stretched taut over her voluptuous curves, highlighting every delicate slope and swell. The neckline plunged daringly low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the cleavage that always managed to steal his breath away. The bottoms were equally skimpy, barely containing her firm, round ass, leaving little to the imagination.

Nemesis treaded water for a moment, a playful smile gracing her lips as she met Rito’s gaze. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous glint, held a softer, more intimate glow. "It’s a perfect day for a swim, isn't it, Rito?" her voice, a low, melodious purr, carried across the water. She swam closer, her movements fluid and graceful, each stroke of her arms sending ripples of desire through Rito’s already heightened senses. He felt his heart pound against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the growing tension in his lower body. He couldn’t help but stare, his gaze tracing the perfect lines of her body as she approached. The way the water clung to her skin, making it gleam like polished obsidian, the subtle swell of her breasts as she breathed, the alluring curve of her hips—it was all intoxicating.

She reached the dock and, with a sinuous movement, hauled herself out of the water, her wet skin glistening. She didn’t bother with a towel, letting the sun’s warmth begin to dry her. Rito’s eyes were drawn to the way the swimsuit molded to her body, the way it emphasized the lushness of her pussy, the slight parting of her legs as she turned to face him, a bead of water tracing a path down the center of her mons. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, but the sight of her, so utterly bare and radiant, was almost too much to bear. He felt a primal urge surge within him, a desperate need to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips.

"You look… amazing, Nemesis," Rito managed to stammer out, his voice a little rough. He cursed himself internally; he was usually decent with words, but Nemesis, in her current state, had a way of reducing him to a fumbling mess. Her smile widened, a knowing expression playing on her lips. She knew the effect she had on him, and she seemed to revel in it. She walked towards him, her wet footprints leaving dark marks on the dry wood of the dock. The air around them seemed to crackle with unspoken desire, the usual awkwardness of his relationships replaced by a raw, palpable lust that had been simmering between them for some time.

She stopped just inches away, her damp hair brushing against his arm. The scent of her—a mix of fresh water and her own unique, alluring musk—filled his senses, driving him further into a state of blissful intoxication. He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, a stark contrast to the coolness of the water that still clung to her. Her eyes searched his, and in their depths, he saw a reflection of his own longing. The unspoken question hung between them, a tantalizing invitation.

"I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, Rito," Nemesis whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the waves. Her hand, cool and damp, reached out and cupped his cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, the pure, unadulterated intimacy of the gesture. When he opened them again, her face was closer, her breath mingling with his.

"What… what do you mean?" Rito asked, though he already knew the answer. His body was practically vibrating with anticipation. He wanted this, more than he had ever wanted anything. He craved the feeling of her skin against his, the taste of her lips, the surrender to the desires that had been building for so long.

Nemesis didn't answer with words. Instead, her lips parted slightly, and she leaned in, her mouth meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It started softly, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened, fueled by the passion that had been building between them. Rito’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, pressing her wet body against his. He could feel the firm press of her breasts against his chest, the slickness of her swimsuit a barely-there barrier between them. Her tongue met his, a dance of exploration and pleasure, tasting each other’s essence. He moaned into her mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.

The kiss broke, leaving them both breathless. Nemesis pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her pupils dilated with arousal. "I want you, Rito," she breathed, her voice laced with a raw, carnal hunger. Her hand moved from his cheek, trailing down his neck, her fingertips lightly grazing his collarbone. The touch was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine. He felt his resolve weakening with every passing second, the world outside this intimate space fading into insignificance.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently traced the curve of her jawline. "Nemesis…" he whispered, his voice husky. He was caught in her spell, completely enthralled by her beauty and the potent aura of desire she exuded. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment, a silent testament to the shared pleasure. Then, her eyes opened again, a fiery intensity burning within them. She guided his hand, her own warm and soft, towards her chest, her fingers intertwining with his as they rested against the swell of her breast. The thin fabric of her swimsuit was no barrier to the sensation. He could feel the soft warmth of her skin, the gentle thump of her heart beneath his palm. He squeezed gently, and her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Rito…" she whispered, her voice a silken thread that wrapped around his senses. She lowered her head, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck, sending a wave of goosebumps across his body. He felt a desperate need to feel her completely, without any barriers. He looked down at her swimsuit, the fabric a tantalizing tease. His fingers fumbled with the tie at the back of her neck, his movements clumsy with desire. She arched her back slightly, assisting him, her hands clasped behind his head, deepening their kiss.

The knot loosened, and the strap slid down her shoulder. The fabric shifted, revealing a sliver of her smooth, pale skin. Rito’s breath hitched. He could see the delicate curve of her clavicle, the faint blush that spread across her décolletage. Nemesis tilted her head back, exposing her throat, her eyes wide with anticipation. Rito leaned down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the pulse point at her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her heart beneath his mouth. He laved at the skin, her scent filling his nostrils, intoxicating him further. He traced the line of her collarbone with his tongue, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

He moved lower, his gaze fixed on the enticing expanse of her cleavage. He could see the soft shadows pooling between her breasts, the hint of the dark areolas peeking through the fabric. He gently tugged at the strap, sliding it further down her arm. The swimsuit shifted again, revealing more of her ample bosom. Her breasts were perfectly round, high and firm, the nipples already hardening into prominent buds. Rito’s heart pounded with a savage rhythm. He felt an overwhelming urge to worship her body, to explore every inch of her with his mouth and his hands.

Nemesis moaned softly, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. "Rito… please…" she whispered, her voice thick with longing. He understood. He pulled the swimsuit down further, letting it fall to her waist, exposing her full, magnificent breasts to the warm air and his adoring gaze. They were a sight to behold, creamy white skin with perfectly formed, rosy nipples that seemed to beckon him. He cupped one in his hand, the warmth and softness exquisite beneath his touch. He brought it to his lips, his tongue tracing the sensitive tip, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. He suckled gently, then more firmly, savoring the taste and texture of her, the way her body quivered with each touch.

Her other hand found its way to his hair, stroking him gently as he worshiped her breast. She arched her back, her head thrown back, her breath coming in ragged pants. He moved to her other breast, repeating his ministrations, his tongue darting out to lick the hardened peak. Nemesis cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy, her fingers digging into his scalp. He could feel her desire building, a palpable wave washing over him. He felt a surge of possessiveness, a deep, primal need to claim her, to make her his own.

With her breasts now free, the swimsuit was a flimsy barrier around her hips. Rito’s gaze dropped lower, drawn to the tantalizing swell of her pussy. The dark blue fabric was stretched taut, outlining the soft, inviting mound beneath. He could see the distinct shape of her labia through the material, a promise of the lushness that lay within. His hands, eager and trembling, moved down her sides, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her abdomen. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, the tremor that ran through her as his touch neared her most intimate regions.

Nemesis’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the edge of her swimsuit bottoms. Her eyes, when they met his, were dark pools of desire. She raised her hips slightly, an unspoken invitation. Rito’s heart leaped. He gently eased the swimsuit down her thighs, the wet fabric clinging to her skin. Slowly, luxuriating in the moment, he revealed her most secret parts. Her pussy was a perfect, delicate bloom, the labia swollen and glistening, wet with anticipation. A single bead of water sat at the very center, catching the light. Rito felt a powerful tremor run through him. He wanted to taste her, to immerse himself in her, to feel her pleasure as his own.

He lowered his head, his lips parting. Nemesis gasped, her fingers flying to his hair, holding him steady. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, then slowly, deliberately, moved his mouth towards her pussy. The scent of her, a sweet, intoxicating musk, filled his senses. He felt a primal urge to devour her, to worship at her altar. He lapped gently at the swollen labia, feeling the exquisite tenderness of her flesh. She moaned, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, her body arching against him.

He delved deeper, his tongue exploring the tender folds, finding the clitoris, a sensitive pearl that throbbed beneath his touch. He swirled his tongue around it, teasing, caressing, eliciting soft whimpers and gasps from Nemesis. Her fingers dug into his hair, her head thrown back, her body trembling uncontrollably. He felt the slickness of her juices coating his tongue, the sweet, intoxicating nectar of her arousal. He continued his ministrations, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding, as he felt her pleasure building towards an unbearable peak.

"Rito… oh, Rito…" Nemesis cried out, her voice strained and breathless. Her body convulsed, her moans turning into sharp cries of ecstasy. She climaxed, her whole body writhing beneath his ministrations, her pleasure washing over him in waves. He held her, stroking her, until her tremors subsided, leaving her weak and breathless, her eyes still closed, a blissful smile on her lips. He kissed her gently, savoring the taste of her lingering pleasure.

He pulled back, his own body throbbing with a desperate need. He looked at her, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her climax. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. Nemesis opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his with a newfound intimacy. She reached out, her hand cupping his face. "You’re amazing, Rito," she whispered, her voice still a little shaky. She pulled him down to her, her lips finding his in a kiss that was more passionate, more urgent than before.

He was hard and ready, his desire for her burning like a wildfire. He gently guided her to lie down on the soft grass beside the dock, her swimsuit pooled around her waist. Her body was a masterpiece, a symphony of curves and softness. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked with hers. He could see the raw desire in her eyes, the unspoken plea for him to take her. He lowered himself, feeling the wet heat of her pussy engulfing him. It was a perfect fit, a sensation that sent shivers of pure ecstasy through him. He thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, exploring her depths. Nemesis moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly.

"Oh, Rito… you feel so good," she whispered, her voice tight with pleasure. He increased the pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more powerful. He felt the walls of her pussy clench around him, a delicious sensation that drove him wild. He watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her body arching with each thrust. He could feel her pleasure building again, and he pushed harder, faster, driven by his own escalating arousal. They moved together in a frantic rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He felt himself nearing the edge, his climax building with an irresistible force.

With a final, powerful thrust, he plunged deep into her, his release washing over him in a torrent of pleasure. Nemesis cried out, her body arching one last time, her climax mirroring his own. They collapsed together on the grass, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The air was filled with the scent of their passion, the lingering aroma of their shared ecstasy. Rito looked down at Nemesis, her face flushed and beautiful, her eyes soft and loving. He gently kissed her forehead. This was more than just a physical encounter; it was a moment of profound connection, a deepening of the bond between them. As they lay there, intertwined, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sweet aftermath of their passionate embrace, the lingering warmth of their shared pussy a testament to their love.