Itami quivered below the demigoddess, breath rushing past his lips in nervous bursts. At this point of time, laying subject to Rory's advances as she gleefully and torturously closed the distance between their lips, he knew he was at a crossroads.

In this moment, as his hands hovered over the girl's rear, Itami's conscience churned with the two decisions: give in, or don't. Her face got closer, his vision almost completely obscured by her scarlet eyes. A thought struck him, realizing what she had said earlier, attributing her sudden arousal to men fighting nearby.

The notion was almost enough to stop him. He needed to alert the others, wake them up to inform them of the imminent threat. His mind flashed back to the last time he saw Rory in this heated state when she writhed and sensuously moaned as blood was spilled. Indeed, this was an admonition for a violent outcome. He had to wake up the others immediately, prepare for whatever was out there. As a soldier, it was his duty, his responsibility.

The realization was almost enough to stop him.

Almost. Then, her lips closed over his.

In the span of a second his caution, his sense of duty, his responsibility immediately turned to dust. Rory let out a moan through her nose as she pushed onto him, the fullness of her soft lips enrapturing the poor soldier without mercy.

The moment he kissed her back, Itami knew which road he had taken. To hell with the consequences.

His hands firmly clamped down on Rory's soft ass, gaining another groan. Their lips shifted, sparking the need for more carnal sensation. Itami softly lowered himself on his back, closing his eyes as Rory swirled on his mouth. He felt his arousal grow stronger, galvanized by the girl's luscious scent. All he wanted at this point was her. He had tumbled down the slippery slope of her seduction, and now the only thing to do was to follow through.

Itami let out a harsh moan as warm skin teasingly brushed against his hardness. Somehow her lithe hand had slipped furtively under his yukata, successfully subduing its erect target. His lips separated from its embrace as Rory squeezed tighter, running along the hardening length with intent, gleeful at his lack of underwear. He opened his eyes, catching hers. Her lips curled themselves mischievously, the hand in between them mirroring the purpose churning in her scarlet. The soldier groaned again, feeling Rory chuckle atop him, her hot breaths brushing against his face.

This girl was going to kill him.

"So, Itami," Rory whispered, every word that rolled off of her tongue uttered with a tone of seduction. "am I really a child?"