The room was quiet and dim, the only light coming from the soft lantern glow near the bed. You were laying back against a mountain of pillows, completely relaxed, your strong Oni arms cradling Yamato as she lay halfway on top of you—snuggled close, her thick thigh draped possessively across your waist, her full chest pressing softly into your side.

She’d been especially clingy lately—her Oni heat had been rising little by little, and she’d barely left your arms in days. Not that you minded. She was soft, warm, and insanely affectionate when like this.

But tonight, her body was twitchier. Every time your hand moved even a little, she gasped like you were teasing her on purpose.

Which, now, you were.

Your fingers grazed gently up the back of her neck and slid into her hair—before curling upward and slowly tracing the base of her horn. You felt it right away: the way her breath hitched, how her hips shifted against your side, how her arms suddenly clutched at you tighter.

“A-ahh…” she breathed, face burying into your chest. “Y-You’re doing that again…”

You smirked, letting your fingertips circle the ridge of her horn delicately, the way you knew made her toes curl. Her thighs squeezed around your waist slightly, and she arched against you instinctively, her thick body trembling from the subtle pressure.

“Nnnn—! You’re such a tease,” she whimpered, one hand fisting your shirt. “It’s so sensitive during heat, you know that…!”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against the side of her head. “Exactly why I’m doing it.”

She whined—high-pitched, desperate, her whole body pushing against yours as if trying to fuse into you. Her other horn twitched, and you decided to run your thumb along its edge too, teasing it slowly until she let out a low moan.

“Y-You’re mean,” she mumbled breathlessly, her legs wrapping fully around your waist now, her arms trembling as she hugged you tighter. “But I don’t want you to stop…”

She clung to you like her life depended on it—moaning softly, shaking under your touch, her horns twitching in overstimulated bliss as you kept teasing. Her voice cracked with every little squeak, each one louder than the last, her pride melting into pure, heated affection.

“You make me feel so… weak,” she whispered, almost crying from how good it felt. “Please don’t stop touching me… please…”