"Do I shave it?" Those words barely reach you.
All that your mind is focused on is the magnificent bush that's been presented to you.
It's been a year and a half since the Mistress of Time, Ouro Kronii, had enriched your life with her presence.
She has asked you to come to the restroom, she needed your consultation in a health matter. She had done this before, when she began having a menstrual cycle.
She was fidgeting on the toilet seat, uncomfortable by how excited you were looking at her lower regions. She was wearing her usual outfit, the black half-upper vest and white cloth blouse. She did not wear anything below the waist, for that was where her concerns primarily lay.
"I searched on the internet, about this phenomenon. You humans call it pubic hair, and I was just curious if I should shave it or not." Her voice was monotone and inquiring.
"Uh, I'm not an expert on this." You didn't want to come off as a creep, she was being very earnest about her questions and it would be rude to not be able to hold back your libido for at least a single conversation.
"Guys usually don't shave, and as for women, I think it's pretty much a personal choice weather to shave or not." Your lips are starting to dry, you're fighting against yourself, reminding your eyes to look at her face and not at the jungle below.
"Well, I'm fine either way, it does not bother me in the slightest. My body is perfect as it is." She says with usual pride and bluster.
"You've on several occasions have pleasured my nether regions, either with your vulgar mouth or your cock. I thought it would be generous of me to have your say on the matter, would it satisfy you if I kept it shaved or not?" You're quiet glad, Kronii had considered you worthy of having your opinions be considered. You've leveled up your bond level to sufficiently high level.
You don't immediately give your answer, all you do is kneel. Your restroom was reasonably sized, so there was enough space for the both of you to occupy.
You place both of your hands on her thighs, she knows what you're doing and parts them, giving you a better view of the the precious, pink flesh.
It was magnificent, like El Dorado nestled deep within the beautiful Mexican Jungle. The strands of hair were strong, long and colored blue-grey. What impressed you more was even though it was clearly a sizable bush, it didn't look frizzy or tangled. It was naturally neat.
You gave her a look, a slight nod. You begin lowering your had closer and closer.
You can feel her thighs clench, she bites her lower lip, a rose-red blush developing on her cheeks.
Your nose is just above the verdant, lush vegetation.
You inhale.
She had just bathed recently, you can smell a hint of some rose scented soap. This odor mixed in beautiful harmony with the scent of her sweat and a small whiff of urine.
Echoing in your mind is a scream, you imagine yourself as a Japanese man cycling in a tunnel.
You move your hands a bit higher, sliding from the thighs to the sides of her slim hips.
You press slightly.
You go lower, her vulva parting like the Red Sea, your tongue as Moses guiding the Jews out of Egypt.
A high-pitched whine breaks the silence, Kronii's hands are on your head, clenching wafts of your hair.
All the while your nose is in the middle of the bush, exhaling and inhaling like a drowning man in need of air. Your cock so engorged it might tear out of your underwear like a xenomorph
Your tongue is touching and poking her sensitive insides, occasionally making it's way out to pleasure the clitoris.
You are completely intoxicated, your body not your own as her phenomes deaden all the rational parts of your neuro-chemistry.
Kronii was moaning, her toes clenching, hands shoving you even deeper into her crotch.
"More! More! More!" It was so surreal, her voice was normally a deep sultry contralto, now it was high pitched like a Japanese porn actress.
She didn't need to ask, you weren't going to stop until you died.
Your body could take it.

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Pub: 01 Sep 2021 15:34 UTC
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