It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is bright but not too hot. The wind is calm and refreshing, carrying the scent of Spring throughout the neighbourhood.
And then there’s Kronii’s streaming room, which is quite the opposite of all that.
The blinds are shut, the fan is on full blast, and the room itself is stuffy and reeks of sweat and old food packaging.
Until, in the aftermath of another stream, the door creaks open and from it emerges the beast herself: Ouro Kronii.
Well, maybe not quite the Ouro Kronii most people are familiar with.
Huge round bags under her eyes.
Messy, knotted hair of the closest blue to black.
Breasts barely big enough to avoid being mistaken for a young boy’s pecs.
Skinny, bony legs, perhaps, but not long enough to be of the supermodel variety like… well, her model.
Dressed in a thin, loose, and long white shirt “borrowed” from her boyfriend that conceals her prominent ribs and plain black panties.
She steps into the kitchen to see a freshly prepared cup of tea that makes her eyes light up. He must’ve heard her wrapping up the superchats.
She picks it up and takes a deep whiff, smiling at the incredible aroma. That man’s got the soul of a barista, if not the training.
Speaking of, where is he?
Just then, she hears his footsteps approaching.
Anon comes up behind Kronii, stopping to whisper “hey babe” and give her a quick kiss on the top of her head. She tenses up a bit feeling the light touch of his hands on her waist as he passes.
It is only when he enters her vision that the blush truly settles into her cheeks, for Anon has come fresh out of the shower, still a little wet, and stark naked.
It’s rare that she gets a look at him like this and doesn’t wonder how she landed such a man. One so clean, so healthy, so… endowed…
She catches her eyes drifting down as he turns to her, quickly staring into her tea.
”How was the stream?” he asks, opening the fridge and ducking down into it. She sighs.
”Oh, you know. I survived. I think I’m getting better at pretending to be confident.”
Anon reappears holding a half-empty punnet of grapes.
”Still faking it even though you’ve made it, huh?”
”See, that’s the thing, I didn’t make it… Kronii did…”
She trails off as she gazes into the slightly reflective tea. In the lower edge of her peripheral vision, she sees her own emaciated form.
”What do you mean by that?” Anon asks through a mouthful of grape.
”The Kronii they love isn’t me. She’s beautiful, and sophisticated, and…” She glances down at her chest. “You know…”
So lost in anxiety she is that she barely notices Anon moving towards her until he takes the tea from her hands, puts it and his box of grapes down on the kitchen bench, and wraps his arms around her.
”What on Earth makes you think you aren’t beautiful or sophisticated?” His voice is muffled by her hair as he holds his lips to her scalp.
Kronii scoffs.
”What, not gonna deny the third one?”
”I’m not. But your chest is beautiful anyway.”
Kronii stutters, before tightly reciprocating the hug, her arms latching together around Anon’s lower back.
She hides her beet-red face in his chest and distracts herself from the feeling of his flaccid cock pressing against her tummy by breathing in the fresh body wash.
Of course, smelling him makes her just as horny as feeling him, so it doesn’t change much.
She squeals a bit as Anon grabs her by what little ass she has and hoists her up onto the bench so that they can be closer to eye level.
”I’m gonna remind you exactly how beautiful I think you are,” he says, “and if you ever forget, let me know and I’ll remind you again. As many…”
He plants a kiss on her forehead.
”Times…”
One on the tip of her nose.
”As you need-MMPH”
Kronii predicts and leads the final kiss. Her arms clasp around his neck, his around her waist, as their tongues coil like a serpentine mating ritual.
His rapidly hardening cock prods her belly through the loose shirt, until his hands slide under it and lift it slowly off of her. She lifts her arms and reluctantly breaks the kiss to let the shirt depart.
Speechless and mouth slightly agape, Kronii watches Anon pluck a grape from the punnet and push it between her lips.
She grabs his departing wrist with both hands, holding him in place for her to suck on his finger with the grape stored to the side in her cheek. Anon just smiles and lets it happen.
Satisfied, Kronii slowly slides the finger out of her mouth and lets go of Anon’s wrist.
Anon runs his hands up Kronii’s sides while she chews on the grape. As his thumbs meet the bottom of her small breasts, she swallows it with a clear gulp and a shudder.
Anon then lightly teases her cute little nipples, made somewhat difficult by the tiny spasms roused in her by doing so.
After rubbing his thumbs over them, he takes each between a thumb and index finger and gives them a gentle squeeze and tug. She winces in mild pain, though it is soon submerged beneath the oncoming wave of eye-fluttering pleasure.
By the time she gets her focus back, Anon has leaned down to cover her breasts in kisses. He leaves each with a sloppy kiss right on the nipple, encircling and flicking it with his tongue, and in doing so plunging Kronii back beneath the wave.
One hand gripping the edge of the bench, the other digging its fingers into Anon’s hair, Kronii lets out an unusually high moan, far from her usual monotone pitch.
From there, Anon moves downwards, leaving in his wake a well-aimed kiss on each and every visible rib.
Reaching her stomach, his fingers slip under the sides of her now-soaked panties and start to pull them down, taking care not to neglect worshipping her legs as they come free.
Anon’s arm prepares to toss the removed underwear behind him; he thinks twice about this, considering the strength of their smell, and calmly places them on the bench. For later.
Anon drinks in the sight of the gorgeous, adorable girl sitting before him, now as naked as he. Her breathing is heavy. Her eyes beg for him to continue. He sees no reason to make her wait any longer.
He aligns his painfully hard cock with Kronii’s slick entrance, sliding in with ease despite her tightness.
Kronii clenches her teeth feeling the foreign object invade her pussy.
Anon then starts to thrust, the rhythm slow but strong and sudden. Kronii can’t help but yelp each time he bottoms out and collides hard with her hips.
She clings to his neck like a baby orangutan to its mother, and buries her teeth into his shoulder as he picks up speed.
He grabs underneath her legs and lifts her tiny, delicate body off the bench without breaking tempo. Now each thrust by him is compounded by dropping her down onto his cock.
It’s too much for Kronii. She screams into Anon’s neck as an overwhelming orgasm fills her brain with ecstatic static.
Anon doesn’t slow down even a bit. If anything, the positive reinforcement only makes him drive his hips upwards into her harder and faster, seeking to make that orgasm feel like a mild shiver compared to the next.
Kronii meanwhile is on the verge of passing out, being kept conscious only by the sparks of pain and pleasure ignited by Anon’s thick dick.
”Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou…” she whispers like a mantra.
Anon feels his own climax coming up, bringing the briefest millisecond of worry that he’ll finish before bringing Kronii to her second as planned.
That worry turns out to be completely unfounded.
Kronii’s whole body shudders in Anon’s grasp as he blasts his thick, hot seed inside her. At the height of it, she actually does seem to pass out for a bit before twitching awake again.
With both now breathing heavy, Anon sets Kronii back down on the edge of the bench and unsheathes himself from her. A puddle of cum begins to leak onto the bench and drip down to the floor.
He gives her a deep, long kiss.
”Hopefully that will help remind you how sexy I find you. The real you, no matter how unlike your persona it is,” he says. “And hopefully it will take a long time to forget.”
In the moment, Kronii doubts that she ever will.
Anon steps to the side and pops another grape into his mouth nonchalantly.
”So, you wanna take a shower?”
Kronii hops off the bench with a sigh.
”Yeah, I probably should…”
”I meant together.”
Kronii blushes for a long moment before grabbing Anon’s hand and dragging him off to the bathroom.

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Pub: 12 Nov 2021 17:08 UTC
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