Toga and Ursula found themselves walking a tightrope, a line so thin and transparent that even the keenest eyes would struggle to discern which side they stood on: playful or lustful. Their first kiss had been shared, followed by a second, each one building upon the feelings that had blossomed since their initial meeting. Toga had transformed from Ursula's savior to her protector, and now, something more. He had crossed a threshold that many couldn't return from, and at this point, he had no desire to go back to the way things were before. The path they were on now, and the journey they were about to embark upon, was the only one the dragon slayer wanted to pursue.

As Ursula straddled him, the warmth between her thighs enveloping his core, Toga savored every moment, every second of their connection. Their eyes locked, her deep purple orbs drowning in the amber pools of his gaze. She leaned down, their mouths connecting as their tongues began to dance and tangle in a passionate embrace. The metal orb adorning her tongue became a new fixation for the dragon slayer, its foreign surface igniting novel sensations as they explored the darker aspects of their kiss, lubricated by the saliva they shared.

When Ursula's inquiry pierced the air, Toga found himself at a crossroads of confession, his cheeks aflame with the flush of earnestness. "Huh?" escaped him, a shield momentarily raised against the vulnerability of his admission. "I mean… I've kissed before – but nothing like this," he confessed, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of their shared breaths. The depth of Ursula's question, probing for a history yet untold, left him momentarily adrift in a sea of introspection.

"But anything beyond that?" The pause that followed was a chasm, bridged only by his next words, "No…" In that moment, Toga laid bare the truth of his experiences, or the lack thereof, a declaration of his uncharted heart. In the silence that followed, their connection, now more profound, was a beacon in the night, guiding them towards a future woven from the threads of their newfound intimacy.

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Caught in a whirlwind of confusion by Ursula's cryptic remark, Toga hovered in a limbo of silence and bewilderment. "Cherry boy that really was a cherry," the phrase echoed within, racing through his thoughts as he grappled with its meaning. The revelation of his inexperience had somehow woven fruits into their dialogue, leaving him to untangle the metaphor. As realization dawned, his cheeks flamed with the understanding that he, indeed, was the metaphorical cherry.

With Ursula comfortably ensconced in his lap, Toga shifted subtly, ensuring she could nestle into her preferred position. Under the celestial tapestry of the night, they found themselves enveloped in an intimacy magnified by the cosmos itself.

Admitting to his unique status, Toga reflected on his past. There had been fleeting romances, and he had once known love in Joya, where he believed he had found his other half. Yet, the intimacy of sharing a bed had eluded him. Since departing his homeland, the pursuit of adventure had consumed him, relegating personal connections to the background. His journey had been singularly focused on discovery and mastery, seldom pausing to contemplate the sacrifices made along the way.

But Ursula's presence marked a departure from the norm. As her fingers wove through his hair, Toga found his own hands drawn to the violet strands of hers, their gazes locking between kisses. "Ursula-chan…" he whispered, a declaration of newfound clarity in his voice. "I was waiting for you…" In that moment, Toga's admission was not just a confession of his past but a testament to the transformative power of their connection, under the watchful eyes of a thousand distant stars.

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Under the midnight sky's blanketed veil, Toga and Ursula found solace in each other's presence, their flesh and time intertwined. In this moment, frozen in the fabric of the universe, an instant and an eternity seemed to merge into one.

"You did?" Toga mused, his brow lifting in curiosity as Ursula flirtatiously mentioned she had dressed for the occasion. Had she foreseen this moment? Could she read his mind and understand how she had redefined his perception of a woman, creating a new masterpiece from the contours of his past experiences? As the woman who remained perched on his lap moved one hand to the silver zipper that held her attire together, Toga's cheeks flushed, and his lap warmed, anticipation growing within him... and beneath her.

"Ursula-chan..." He breathed her name for the second time that night, his words calm and slow, flickering into the night sky as Ursula pulled down on her zipper. The fabric parted, revealing porcelain skin that shimmered under the moonlight, a sight meant only for his eyes.

"Beautiful..." The word escaped his lips, a feeble attempt to encapsulate the vision Ursula had unveiled before him. Her curvaceous body dipped and curved in all the right places, the scant string concealing the smallest portions of her most intimate areas, allowing his imagination to fill in the rest.

Toga's hands, drawn as if by a magnetic force, found their place upon her hips, their touch a testament to the gravity of the moment. "Just beautiful…" The word barely escaped him, a feeble attempt to encapsulate the vision before him. Ursula, in her unveiled glory, was a vision that transcended beauty itself, her form a symphony of curves and whispers of shadow and light.

"I've never seen something... someone... so breathtakingly beautiful in my entire life," he whispered, his voice laced with awe and reverence, a testament to the ethereal beauty that Ursula embodied in this moment, forever etched in his memory.

The events that followed would redefine Toga once more, a new awakening that reshaped his desires and yearnings. Ursula, in her infinite wisdom and allure, would bestow upon him a gift he had never known he needed, but now found himself elated to possess. What had begun as a simple rescue had blossomed into a kiss, a tender moment that ignited a passion within them both. From there, their journey led them down a path where only the imagination could explore, a realm of sensual delights and emotional connection.

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