The mist swirls thickly over the 13th Plantation, cloaking the world in a dreamlike haze as Hiro and Zero Two slip away from the Parasite Fields, their boots crunching softly against the damp earth. The air hums with the faint buzz of distant FranXX units, but here, in this hidden grove, it's just them. Zero Two's pink hair gleams faintly under the fractured moonlight, her crimson horns catching the light as she turns to Hiro, a teasing smirk curling her lips. Her honey-colored eyes glint with mischief, but there's a deeper hunger lurking beneath, one that sets Hiro's pulse racing. His black hair falls messily over his rich blue eyes, his slim frame tense with anticipation as he watches her, heart thudding in his chest. Their connection, forged in the cockpit of Strelizia, pulses between them now, electric and undeniable.
Zero Two steps closer, her movements fluid, almost predatory. "Darling," she purrs, her voice low and husky, the nickname dripping with affection and something far more primal. She presses herself against him, her curves soft yet firm through her tight red uniform, the fabric clinging to her full breasts and rounded hips. Hiro's breath catches as her chest brushes his, her warmth seeping into him. She tilts her head, lips hovering inches from his, her sweet breath tickling his skin. "You're all mine tonight, aren't you?" Her fingers trail down his chest, nails grazing the fabric of his stamen uniform, sending a shiver through him. Hiro nods, his throat tight, arousal coiling low in his belly as her touch ignites him.
Without warning, Zero Two grabs his collar and pulls him into a searing kiss, her lips hot and demanding. Her tongue flicks against his, tasting of sugar and something wild, and Hiro groans softly, his hands instinctively finding her waist. She deepens the kiss, pressing her body flush against his, her hips grinding subtly against his growing hardness. The friction sends sparks shooting through him, his cock straining against his pants. Zero Two hums in approval, breaking the kiss to nip at his jaw, her sharp canines grazing his skin. "Mmm, you're already so eager, Darling," she teases, her hand sliding down to palm him through his uniform, fingers curling around his bulge. Hiro gasps, hips jerking into her touch, his face flushing with heat.
She doesn't let up, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants, freeing his throbbing cock to the cool night air. It stands rigid, the tip already glistening with precum, and Zero Two's eyes darken with desire as she strokes him slowly, her grip firm yet teasing. "Look at you," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust, "so hard for me." Hiro's head tips back, a low moan escaping as her thumb swipes over his sensitive tip, smearing the slickness. His hands grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she pumps him, her strokes deliberate, drawing out his pleasure until he's trembling. But Zero Two isn't one to let him have all the fun—she sinks to her knees, her horns glinting as she looks up at him, lips parted in a wicked grin.
Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the bead of precum before she takes him into her mouth, her lips sealing around his shaft. Hiro's knees nearly buckle, a choked "Zero Two!" escaping as her wet heat engulfs him. She hums around him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, her tongue swirling along the underside of his cock. Her head bobs, taking him deeper, her throat constricting as she swallows him down, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Hiro's fingers tangle in her pink hair, careful not to tug too hard, but the sight of her—those horns, those eyes locked on his as she sucks him—drives him wild. His hips buck involuntarily, and she moans, encouraging him, her pussy growing wet at his desperation.
Zero Two pulls back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock as she stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Not yet, Darling," she says, voice sultry, as she tugs at her uniform, peeling it down to reveal her pale, flawless skin. Her breasts bounce free, nipples hard and pink, and Hiro's mouth goes dry at the sight. She steps out of the suit, kicking it aside, standing bare before him, her pussy glistening with arousal. "I want you inside me," she demands, grabbing his hand and guiding it between her thighs. Hiro's fingers slip through her slick folds, finding her clit, and she gasps, hips rocking against his hand. "Nngh, right there," she moans, her voice hitching as he circles the sensitive nub.
Unable to wait, Zero Two pushes him down onto the soft grass, straddling his hips. She grips his cock, aligning it with her entrance, and sinks down slowly, her tight, wet pussy stretching around him. Both of them groan, the sensation overwhelming—her walls clench around him, hot and slick, while his cock fills her completely, the tip brushing her cervix. "Fuck, Darling," she gasps, her hands braced on his chest as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts jiggle with each motion, nipples grazing his chest as she leans forward, her moans growing louder. Hiro's hands grip her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, guiding her as she rides him, her pussy squeezing him with every thrust.
The grove echoes with their sounds—wet slaps of skin, Zero Two's breathy moans, Hiro's grunts as he thrusts up to meet her. She leans back, one hand trailing down to rub her clit, her movements growing frantic as she chases her release. "Hiro… oh, fuck, I'm close," she pants, her walls fluttering around him. Hiro's own climax builds, his balls tightening as her pussy milks him, the sight of her—head thrown back, horns glinting, breasts bouncing—pushing him to the edge. With a cry, Zero Two comes, her pussy spasming around his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft. The sensation sends Hiro over, his cock pulsing as he cums deep inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum. She collapses onto him, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat.
But Zero Two's never satisfied with just one round. She lifts herself off him, his softening cock slipping free, a trail of their mixed fluids dripping down her thigh. She smirks, crawling up his body until her pussy hovers over his face. "Taste us, Darling," she purrs, lowering herself onto his mouth. Hiro doesn't hesitate, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her sweet, musky taste mixed with his own saltiness. She grinds against his face, moaning loudly, her hands gripping his hair as he sucks on her clit, driving her toward another orgasm. Her thighs tremble, clamping around his head, and soon she's coming again, her cries ringing through the night as she floods his mouth with her release.
As they lie tangled together in the grass, Zero Two's fingers trace lazy patterns on Hiro's chest, her body pressed close. "You're my Darling," she whispers, her voice soft but possessive, her horns brushing his cheek as she nuzzles him.