Marisbury should have expected Miko to go above and beyond again. He claimed to be halfway teased to death, and she feigned discontent for only reaching the halfway mark. If she was actually threatening to finish the job, he'd gladly open any doors blocking her path. "Only half thus far. Good luck~" he offered. Luckily for Marisbury, he'd managed a quick response. If he hadn't, those words might have been a bit jumbled due to the way Miko decided to take position. She slid herself up, gliding her lace-covered vulva along his length. It felt amazing, causing tension all throughout the man's body as he pulsed against her. Of course he couldn't exactly compare it to her mouth, but... he did wonder what that exact movement would have been like sans undergarments. Either way, Miko was very consistent when it came to triggering the Call of Creation, or rather... carnal desires. There was a brief moment of halt caused by the abrupt gripping of her thigh by Marisbury. His hips moved of their own accord in a slow thrusting manner; seemingly in response to an urge to enter her then and there. Ah, but that wouldn't work presently. Marisbury left her to the rest of the approach, finally in place to have a proper meeting with her crotch. He was corrected on a form of address, and responded initially with a smirk while leaning forward to lick her through that drenched lace. "Right. I guess we're past that point, aren't we? Miko-chan," he managed.

Sakura knew her ass was perfect. She had every reason to know so, even by human standards on Gaia. Different opinions existed based on size, shape and texture, of course. What most mortals didn't know, however, was that another factor existed ─ an ideal ratio that only existed in a mere few across all time and all timelines. That wasn't the only perfect part of Sakura, however. As he dragged his lips up and down her crevice, Shota found even the texture of her juices to be unfathomable in quality, let alone quantity as he'd already noted. This was going to be a night to remember, surely. Sakura agreed that she'd never received cunnilingus in this manner; Shota didn't even know the half of it. He did know however, that he was well on his way. Sakura's hips were moving, facilitating a more intense rubbing of his lips as a result. Ah, but his purpose was not one that could be fulfilled with lips. After making obvious progress from the start, Shota saw an opportunity to seal the deal. His lips eventually paused against her lovebud, the lightest suction occurring due to their opening. Once parted, lips gave way to heaved breath and protruding tongue ─ the former actually being an accident due to Shota's senses erupting from that initial taste of impossible sweetness.