Warmth of The Body
Warmth of The Body
Sword Art Online, Warmth of the Body, a fanfic by Aoao, partially written by Kunori Fumio.
It’s recommended you read the above extract of the web novel’s Warmth of the Heart first.
That said, it was not part of that chapter, but a fanfic of sorts, posted separately.
Lastly, among the mature short stories hosted on the author’s site in the past, the only ones
with the writings of the actual author are chapter 16.5 and this one.
TL notes:
Lines with purely onomatopoeia are surrounded with *.
There's no way I'm going to try to translate them.
He put more strength into his arms while hugging me tightly, sending shocks that numbed the core of my mind.
"Haa..."
Unable to hold it back any longer, a deep, long breath escaped my mouth.
"...Okay."
"Eh...?"
Perhaps he couldn't hear it, but Kirito had a bewildered face on.
I found that puzzled expression lovely, but a vehement embarrassment ran through me.
Do you really not understand in a situation like this?! ...The moment I realised that, it happened.
...Somethi--ng snapped.
Perhaps due to the blood rising to my head, I screamed that outrageous line out loud.
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<Kunori-san Part>
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With that thought, my nectar flowed out without stop despite it merely pressing against my entrance.
"Liz..."
Each time Kirito's member sank gently into me, I could hear noises more lewd than my moans earlier. But I was in
no state of mind to be ashamed over those sounds.
"Fuaa... ah-"
An ardent heat and numbness surged from where we were connected; my head, my body were close to melting
away. I didn't understand that was pleasure until I subconciously started to move with the desire to embrace
Kirito closer towards me, wanting to feel more of him.
"What... no... no way, this is just my first time... why does it feel so good..."
The first time hurts. That bit of information that I learnt from magazines and the like flittered about my mind.
If I'm feeling this good on my first time, does that mean I was really perverted from the start?
I felt burdened with that unease, not realising that SAO was different from the real world, but I continued
grinding my waist, wanting more of Kirito's cock inside me.
"Liz, ahh... i-if you do that, I'll..."
*guchu, chupu, chupo* A sensation like that of an intense electric shock assailed me each time Kirito's member
plunged in and out of me, and I bit into his shoulder in an attempt to avoid being overwhelmed.
If someone were to look at where we were one, they would see our hairless nether regions joined to each other,
and Kirito's unbelievably thick penis...
Impaling... what was below my clit, engorged through arousal, my vagina, producing damp noises while drenched
in our sticky fluids.
"Aah... it's so dirty... b-but... it feels so good, Kirito... hey, this is really my first time, it's because it's you, it's all
because of you that I'm like this, Kirito!"
Those kind eyes and words of Kirito... I love them, so very much.
My thoughts have already melted away into a mess, but I couldn't help but continue bucking my waist, longing for
more of Kirito.
Kirito was conveying his desperate cries to me. That mere thought shook my body with euphoria and passion.
Kirito's thrusts picked up in pace. Each push sent my breasts, which could hardly be called plentiful, squirming as
their peaks grazed against Kirito's chest, setting off fireworks in my head.
"Liz...!"
In that instant Kirito's hot fluids gushed into me... I tightly embraced him as I reached my climax with him deep
within me.
...Night.
"A... dream?"
As I gradually regained my wits... my entire body flushed red in an instant upon recalling the contents of that
dream.
SAO has a system with an extensive range of emotions, so my head might really be letting out steam now.
Upon turning towards Kirito in a panic, I saw him sleeping with a somewhat carefree expression.
"Eh?"
When I looked between my legs, where I was sleeping in the sleeping bag... there was a sticky wetness.
"I-I... While sleeping with Kirito, without even realising it... Uaah."
It's true that I'm the type that can stop alarm clocks no matter how complex they are without waking up.
That's certainly a childish sleeping face now that I take a proper look at it... while thinking so, I tried telling the
sleeping Kirito.
And then, I slipped back into the sleeping bag, burying my face into Kirito's chest.