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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Soul_Eater
  Relationship:
      Crona/Medusa, Maka_Albarn/Crona, Crona/Eruka_Frog, [More_To_Be_Included],
      Crona/Liz_Thompson, Crona/Patty_Thompson, Crona/Mizune
  Character:
      Crona_(Soul_Eater), Medusa_(Soul_Eater), Maka_Albarn, Eruka_Frog, [More
      To_Be_Included]_-_Character, Liz_Thompson, Patty_Thompson, Mizune_Family_
      (Soul_Eater)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Mind_Break, Foot_Fetish, Impregnation, Cuckolding, Face-Fucking,
      Face-Sitting, Bondage, Prostate_Massage, Cock_Worship, Body_Modification,
      S&M, Sex_Toys, Orgasm_Denial, Tentacles, Clone_Sex, Bi-Sexual_Crona, Dom
      Crona, Seme_Crona, Harems, Male_Crona, Yuri, Yaoi, Mother-Son
      Relationship, Sibling_Incest, Aunt/Nephew_Incest, Breastfeeding, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-23 Updated: 2017-11-30 Chapters: 7/? Words: 67586
****** Crona's Stress Relief ******
by BigBoyAnime
Summary
     Crona was always a boy filled to the brim with stress and anxiety, so
     much so that Medusa decides one day that they would serve as a
     perfect way to manipulate him into willingly following the path of a
     Kishin. Things don't exactly turn out the way she had planned though
     when her attempts to physically relieve his stress and make him
     compliant get out of hand and unleash a force of pure sexual
     dominance upon the world in the form of a shy unimposing pinkette
     with an inhumanly wonderful cock just looking for love.
     [Alternate Account to SweetDarkLove on FF.Net]
***** A New Reward *****
Medusa was frustrated, specifically with Crona.
Lately he had fallen into a particularly infuriating pattern of disobeying her
indirectly, and it was beginning to pick at her nerves, she just didn't know
what to do with him anymore. She had an easy way of controlling him with her
magic, sure, but for her experiment to succeed she needed him to willfully go
out and collect souls for himself.
She had tortured him, broken him down until he'd do exactly what she asked up
until the point where he actually needed to kill something, thus requiring her
intervention with magic. She had given him an incentive: Become a Kishin and
never have to feel fear again. She had even set up a reward system: He got to
eat his favorite meals every time he completed one of her missions. Yet no
matter what it was she used to try and manipulate him he still failed to do
what was necessary when the time came. What else could she possibly do to make
him do what she wanted?
She looked through the eyes of one of the snakes set to follow Crona, watching
him from the shadows as she pondered a way to combat this latest issue. He had
just finished a mission and was cleaning himself up in the shower, his bloodied
clothes lying in a heap waiting to be gathered up and dropped in a cleaner by
one of her larger familiars while a clean set lay folded atop the sink. She had
the snake slither its way into a better position, poking its head through the
steam of the shower so she could see him fully. He was the same stick figured
boy he had always been, shaking slightly even under the warm water.
What could be done to give him a proper incentive? What could she do to give
him a reason to finally listen to her willingly? Hundreds of different
scenarios passed through her mind until Crona's seemingly random shifting
finally caught her attention, as did his faint little whimpers. She was about
to dismiss it as him crying, as had become usual after certain missions and
victims, but then she saw him press his legs together with a shaky groan.
Medusa cocked an eyebrow, suddenly curious about his actions as she maneuvered
the snake once more, slipping it in front of the boy under a patch of thick
steam and her eyes widened at what she saw.
Crona was touching himself, the steam blocked her from seeing everything, but
she knew without a doubt where his hands were roaming. She was surprised more
than anything by what she was watching, Crona had never shown any interest in
his own body from what she had seen in the past, though to be fair she had
never even given him much insight into sex at all other than its purpose. And
yet here he was, curiously touching himself and moaning beneath the noise of
the shower's spray. Medusa broke away from the snake, crossing her arms within
her own bedroom, her mind racing with a new line of thought. Sex… Could
something as simple as that really be the answer? He was a young boy, no doubt
well past the early stages of puberty from what she could see, so he would
naturally become more and more curious about this new act as time went on. Sex
was pleasant, it was a natural act for stress relief and was a very good
motivator when it came to dealings with males…
Medusa reconnected to the snake just in time to catch Crona stepping out of the
shower, his face flushed and his features uncomfortable, embarrassed even. He
had taken hold of the clean set of clothes, holding them against his crotch,
further blocking her from seeing the source of his discomfort. He seemed so
vulnerable and scared as he walked away, trying to find a safe place to change
himself and scurry away on to bed. She broke away from the snake once more, a
sick, depraved plan forming in her head as she sat there with a grin spreading
over her lips. So far Crona had reacted negatively to her more aggressive
approaches, so perhaps a more… positive form of reinforcement was required.
A more physical incentive.
                                     -SR-
                                        
Crona couldn't believe what he had just done… Why had he suddenly started
touching himself down there? And why had it felt good? He was scared, he hadn't
been told anything about that part of him other than what it was for, Medusa
had never told him if it was normal to touch it, and he was terrified of asking
her and risking a punishment in case it was bad. It had gone down shortly after
he forced himself to stop touching it in the shower, but he could still feel a
faint sensation and it wouldn't go away. And Ragnarok had been no help at all,
the little demon had insisted that he didn't care about Crona's "hard-on" as he
called it and that he was going to sleep. What had he meant by hard-on? What
that what it was supposed to be called when it got that way? These thoughts
raged inside Crona's mind until he heard the door to his room open.
Everything that wasn't related to Medusa was pushed aside in seconds as the boy
went stock still while Medusa walked up to the bed, arms crossed. "H-hello Lady
Medusa," the boy shook, awaiting an instruction.
"Crona," her head lolled to the side, a small grin on her face. "A little snake
of mine saw something very interesting a little while ago."
Crona instantly panicked. She had seen him? What if what he had done was bad?
What if it wasn't allowed? "I-I-I'm sorry Lady Medusa, I-I didn't mean to-"
She raised a hand, silencing him. "You were touching yourself in the shower?"
It was phrased like a question, but he knew it was a statement that he could
only nod to in response. "Why were you doing that?"
"I don't know," he was shaking even more now, practically quaking on top of the
bed. "I-it just… happened."
"It just happened…" Medusa's smile grew. "And you have no idea why?"
He shook his head, terrified. "No…" She sat down on the bed, her hip brushing
against one of his feet beneath the blanket, the contact making him tense up
slightly.
He didn't seem to notice the small spark that danced between them then as
Medusa fired her wavelength into his body, working to keep Ragnarok from coming
out and complicating things… "That's interesting Crona, very interesting," she
leaned forward on her hand, her face inches from his. "Do you know why I'm
here?"
He jammed his eyes shut fearfully. "T-to give me an order?" It was the only
thing he could think of, but if he was wrong…
She just laughed though, the sound startling his eyes open. "I suppose that's
true…" She reached across the bed and lifted the covers off Crona. "Stand up,"
she ordered and he complied immediately getting to his feet as she stayed on
his bed, smiling patronizingly. "Lean forward," he hesitated for a moment at
that, but the second one of her eyebrows twitched he did as she said, moving
forward until his face was level with hers.
They sat like that for what felt like hours to Crona, him standing with his
face in hers, a bead of sweat sliding down the edge of his face. Then Medusa
did something that shocked him, she moved and kissed the bead as it passed over
his cheek. He was so stunned by the action that he almost missed what she said
next as she leaned back.
"I realize that I haven't been very nice lately, Crona," she licked her lips,
tasting the salt of his sweat as he stood there shaking in confusion. "I've
been giving you all these orders and the only rewards you've been given have
been things you need for survival anyway," she smiled, her eyes glowing with a
predatory glint. "So, I am going to try something new, a bit of…" she thought
about it. "Positive physical reinforcement."
He swallowed, his throat dry. "W-w-what does that mean?"
"It means I'm going to give to an order…" she dragged a fingernail up his neck,
earning a new terrified shudder. "And if you do as I say, you'll get
a physical reward, does that sound ok?"
He nodded, what else could he do? "Y-yes ma'am."
"Good," she licked her lips. This was getting exciting… "Now stand perfectly
still…" Another short eternity passed as Crona remained where he was like a
statue, the only proof that he was even alive being the beads of sweat that
were increasing by the second. "Very good Crona," she suddenly congratulated
him, a soft smile on her face. "Now, here's your reward," then without warning
she pressed her lips to his, snapping his eyes wider then they had ever been in
his life.
She let her lids fall blissfully shut as she leaned in, swiping her tongue
against his upper lip with sensual slowness, earning yet another shudder from
her overwhelmed son. His lips tasted sweet, so at least this wasn't an
immediate disappointment for the woman as she began running a hand up his back.
She set it against the back of his head, using it to assist in forcing her
tongue into his mouth and wrap the long flexible thing around his own, drawing
out a whimper from her son as he realized how strangely pleasant this feeling
was as she mixed her spit with his own. Then she dragged his tongue out with
her own, her lips wrapping around the wet muscle before she gave it the
lightest of suckles, the action making Crona’s hips jump slightly as a heat
began to build between his legs. She gave it another minute of coiling her
tongue around and sucking on his, earning an adorable jump and shaky whimper
each time, before finally pulling back to admire her handiwork, a small trail
of saliva still connecting them.
She was not disappointed by what she saw: There sat Crona, his eyes unfocused,
his breathing heavy as she licked her lips clean and swallowed his oddly
satisfying spit. "Was that a good reward Crona?" She laughed as he made an
attempt and failed to speak. "Oh well, maybe the next one then," she tapped the
bed, which Crona flopped down upon immediately, his body limp from both shock
and fear of punishment. "Now then, I want you kiss me this time."
Crona blinked, barely able to register the order. "… What?"
She chuckled at his reaction. "Kiss. Me. Like I just got through doing to you,"
she gave a playful pout. "You want another reward don't you?" She asked
mischievously as his blush deepened.
Crona blinked again when she said no more, and then again until he realized she
had just given him permission to move. He looked around, glancing every which
way except for his mother as she sat in front of him with an amused stare,
somehow expecting him to do what she had just gotten through doing. Yet, slowly
but surely, he did lean forward, driven by something he didn't understand,
driven by a want for these strangely pleasant rewards his mother had been
giving him. He set his flushed face in front of hers, his body draped over her,
her breasts a soft pillow against his chest as he swallowed preparing himself.
Then he hesitantly pressed his lips to hers, watching her eyes slowly drift
shut then following suit himself as he figured that’s what he was supposed to
do.
It was clearly different than when she had done it, mostly since he was the one
doing things now, much more fumbling and cautious and yet it was still quite
enjoyable for the woman as her son tried to circle her tongue, filling her
mouth with his uniquely sweet flavor. He waited for a bit before he did his
best to drag her tongue into his mouth as she had then gave a curious suck
around it only to almost let go when she moaned into his mouth, the action
startling him even as Medusa leaned in appreciatively. Once he saw that she
hadn’t reacted negatively Crona continued drawing circles and suckling her
tongue, a slight flutter in his chest and groin as he took in the unique flavor
trickling down his throat.
Unlike before however Medusa began to let him push her back into her mouth,
with him desperately trying to bring her back out, afraid of doing anything
different than what she had done to him. He quickly lifted one of his hands to
the back of her head trying to do what she did to pull them closer together,
only this time their position forced his weight on her further until the woman
ultimately fell back. Yet, despite his panic at the fumble, Medusa still did
not react negatively and instead just let him fall against her until her back
lay against the bed, her arms wrapping around his back gently. Her tongue
peeked back out of her mouth and into his, allowing him to resume his earlier
ministrations while their combined spit drooled into Medusa’s waiting mouth,
but eventually they had to break away, their lungs straining from lack of air.
The two lay there then, faces flushed and skin hot as Medusa opened her eyes to
look at her son, and he could have sworn he saw something… pleasant in them.
"Very… very good, Crona," she said, sliding her hand between them onto his
chest to push his weight off of her. "So, how are you liking things so far?" He
was too flustered to come up with an answer to that. "Oh well, I have a feeling
you’re enjoying it…" She said knowing, having felt a bulge pressing against her
stomach for a while now, she was looking forward to her next order… "Ok Crona,"
she pushed him further back up onto his knees then got to her feet. "Lie down,
I have another order to give you."
He did as she said, lying down onto his back as she smiled down at him, her
face still flushed slightly as she set a hand on her hip, a dull heat burning
beneath her dress. She couldn't believe how pent up he had made her with just a
couple kisses, feelings she hadn't experienced in years were all of a sudden
creeping up throughout her body as her son sat there watching her innocently,
his tongue curiously peeking out to swipe her saliva from his lips. She then
slowly reached for the bottom of her robe, lifting the top half up over her
head while a pair of her Vectors pealed the pants away as Crona tensed down on
the bed. Why was she taking off her clothes? He shivered as she continued, her
hands trailing across her breasts as she decided to give him a little show for
his surprisingly pleasant performance. She sensually glided her hands over her
clothed bust before moving them to her back, unclasping the clothing and
letting it fall to the ground as Crona swallowed audibly, his hands
unconsciously trailing to his crotch as her breasts were revealed.
She gave a little bounce up and down on her tip toes and giggled as he squeezed
his legs together tightly at the sight of her bouncing chest, he was so
adorable… "I hope you enjoy this Crona," she certainly was as she reached down
to her hips, thumbs hooking under her simple black panties as she lifted up one
of her legs.
Crona's tension only grew as she tossed the last of her clothing away into a
pile on the ground, her entire body now bare for him to see. She ran her hands
down her sides as she exposed herself to her own son, pure excitement setting
her body alight at the depraved taboo she was indulging in as she gave her damp
heated nether lips the faintest of touches. She then took her times walking to
the bed, watching his face the entire time as he stared at her swaying chest
so cutely… But she was going to give him something else to stare at long before
the night was up.
She slinked along his body until she was straddling his head with her sex right
in front of him, his shaky breaths giving her little tingles across her body as
they tickled her damp flower. He stared at it in wonder, taking in every part
of this odd new thing he had been shown: The puffy, pink and very wet lips
dripped with her arousal, a bit of it falling onto his chin and the corner of
his mouth as his eyes were drawn to the faint bit of blonde fuzz above which
had been shaved into an arrow pointing downwards. The smellas well… his cheeks
flushed even further, his breathing growing heavy as her scent flooded his nose
while an unconscious lick across his lips gave him a taste of salty-sweetness
that made his crotch throb hotly.
Medusa shivered above him with obvious excitement then lowered herself so that
her dripping mound brushed against his lips. "I want you to lick me Crona," she
took a deep breath as he stared back up at her, his fearful hesitation sending
another round of sparks down her spine. "Go ahead," she groaned, grinding
herself against his face with pained impatience.
Crona slowly opened his mouth in comply, a bit of her arousal dripping into it
and making him twitch again as the flavor from before spread across his tongue.
His hands hesitantly reached up to take hold of her thighs as he stuck his
tongue out to give it the most cautious of licks only to freeze when Medusa let
out a loud moan, her legs locking around his head tightly. It had been so long…
She took a shaky breath and looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as he
tentatively began to continue, lapping and pushing forward a bit deeper with
every lick, swallowing repeatedly as more of her juices leaked into his mouth.
His eyes went back to the arrow above her lips as he pulled back to breathe, a
low groan leaving his mother’s mouth while he took a moment to look down at the
little hard nub the arrowed seemed to point to. She had just been about to tell
him to continue only for words to die in her throat as her eyes shot wide when
he gave her nub a curious lick. He noticed her stunned and shaky breath and
took the tightening of her thighs around his head as a go ahead to continue
then carefully placed his lips around it to give it a gentle suckle that made
his mother cry out in pleasure.
He just kept going on however, her pleasure slowly turning into an
uncomfortable pain as her nerves reacted to the constant rough stimulation. "C-
Crona!" She stammered while gripping his hair painfully, making his kisses
falter for a moment. "Stop!" He did so immediately, giving her a second to
catch her own breath and relieve the tension that had filled her legs as he
looked back with fearful apologetic eyes, ready to receive a punishment. "… You
can't… you can't focus on that part too much," she reached down and gingerly
brushed a knuckle against his cheek surprising him more than anything, she
wasn't gentle by nature… "You can keep going, just don't touch there so much,
it can hurt a girl after a while."
"Y-yes ma'am," he whimpered, hoping to not mess up again, he didn't have to
worry about that much though.
Medusa's body quickly got back in the mood, her legs tensing up all over again
as Crona began alternating between licking and placing ghostlike kisses on her
clit along with swiping his tongue across her lips and pressing it inside to
scrape along their walls. Her moans were beginning to set Crona's body on edge
to the point where each noise she made caused his crotch to twitch with that
odd feeling he still didn't understand. He ignored it however and eagerly
continued to lap up every drop of her arousal as it filled his mouth, the
flavor and sound of his mother’s happy moans and mewls making his chest bloom
with a heat almost as intense as the one building between his legs.
What happened next however set his body entirely on fire when Medusa let out a
pleasure filled scream as she came explosively, her thighs smothering her son’s
head as she pressed her cunt firmly against his mouth to fill it with her
arousal. Her eyes actually filled with little prickling tears as she rocked
along Crona’s mouth, his innocent puzzled stare back at her sending an extra
jolt through her frame as he continued to drink all of her release. It felt
like forever before her climax finally ended and when it did her body drooped a
bit only to flop limply on its side, she felt so weak after experiencing such
insane pleasure after such a long dry-spell. Crona slowly pushed himself up as
Medusa rolled onto her back, her face the picture of satisfied bliss as she lay
with an arm across her eyes, a crooked grin on her face as her son wiped the
last of her essence off on his hand and looked down at her still twitching
flower. The other rewards had been good when he had done what she had said and
a thought suddenly occurred to Crona: What would happen if he took some
initiative with this and did good on his own?
Before she could say anything to him, Crona sat himself down in front of her,
his hands going to her hips and drawing out a puzzled groan of his name too
mumbled for him to understand. He then startled his mother when he lifted her
sex up to his mouth, but the feeling of surprise was immediately replaced by
pleasure as he slowly and tenderly licked her from the bottom of her lips to
her clit, not wanting to make her feel any pain like he had before by going too
fast. Medusa’s hands gripped the sheets beneath her, eyes jamming shut all over
again while her back arched in an unconscious attempt to push herself further
against the sensual licks that were driving her mind and body absolutely mad
with pleasure. Where had this sudden confidence and drive come from? That was
all the witch could think as her normally skittish son ate her out so very
gently like a lover joyfully servicing his beloved partner. When her second
release inevitably came she could only cry out his name in a weak broken voice
Crona had never thought he’d ever hear come out of her mouth as her arousal
filled his own. He squeezed her spasming hips gently to give himself a better
grip to hold on and drink up every last sweet drop before it finally came to an
end and he carefully set her numb body back onto the bed to let her pant and
shake, more overwhelmed tears dripping down her cheeks.
Crona wiped at his face, looking down at her with equal parts hope, puzzlement
and fear. "D-did I do good?" She looked pained and pleasured all at the same
time as she lay before him.
"Yes," she breathed out, eyes hazy and full of something the boy had no idea
how to understand. "Oh Crona you did so very good," she smiled up at him, her
body still tingling as her eyes fell down to his crotch, he had done so much
more than she could have hoped for… "Now then," her arms wobbled slightly as
she tried pushing herself up. "Your reward," she placed a hand against his
thigh as she pressed her lips to his.
He actually met her this time, with only a second of hesitation, before a happy
smile spread across his lips as he eagerly accepted the pleasant feeling
reward. She should have done this long ago, that's all she could think as her
hand slid between his legs, gripping him through his robe only for their lips
to part as Crona gasped and whimpered. He briefly lost feeling in his legs as
she squeezed him and she found herself feeling quite surprised by what she felt
in her hand, the powerful girth radiating its heat against her skin. Her
excitement for what was to follow only grew as her hand dropped low for the
bottom of his robe to then pull it up over his head quickly, her eyes glued to
the prominent bulge now standing out from his simple black briefs.
Crona swallowed, looking towards a corner as his mother cupped his crotch
again, squeezing him gently while licking her lips. "You're going to enjoy this
Crona," she smiled at him as she hooked her fingers around his underwear.
Her smile disappeared however when his length suddenly snapped out, colliding
with her cheek with a wet hot smack. She could only turn to stare at the thing
then as Crona twitched in place, his length radiating heat against her face as
he looked down at her fearfully despite the utter awe that was evident in the
woman’s eyes. It was massive… She took hold of it gingerly, barely believing it
was real as she gave it a single stroke from base to tip, her son’s hips
jumping slightly as she took in every detail from bottom to top. Thick baseball
sized testicles hung from below, dotted with strings of pink pubic hair that
traveled along his base into a little pink tuft above his cock, both hairy
areas gave off such a rich musky stench that the witch’s mouth watered
uncontrollably. His shaft extended out a full eight inches while the width was
almost as thick as three or even four of her fingers, dark skinned veins lining
it and twitching as her hand glided along it towards its tip where the woman’s
gaze came to a complete halt. His head was a bulbous purple thing already
welling up with a stream of clear pre that dripped down onto her fingers, but
that wasn’t what grabbed her attention, no what had her eyes was the fact that
only half of it was out in the open, the other half of his tip was hidden
beneath a layer of foreskin.
“Crona,” she began curiously, her hand coming to a stop on his shaft right
below his tip. “Has you’re the tip of your penis always looked like that?”
             He frowned at the question but nodded. “Y-yes ma’am,” his legs
shook slightly as a layer of panic began to settle inside him. “I-I-Is it
wrong?”
             “A bit yes,” she tightened her grip slightly and made an attempt
to drag her hand down, only to stop when he winced and sucked in an
uncomfortable breath. “Have you been washing this place Crona?” She got a shaky
response as she gave another downward tug, his foreskin giving away the
slightest bit as her son’s legs buckled. “Has it ever hurt?”
             “When I tug on it like that!” He whimpered when she gave another
rougher tug, a smell beginning to fill the room between them as his skin gave
way a little more.
             Medusa felt another depraved shiver run up her spine with every
tug she gave him as a flare of excitement began to well up in her eyes. “Crona,
you and I are going to bathing together from now on,” his head lolled back as
she said it, another pained gasp leaving him as the smell became more intense.
“I should have taught you proper cleaning early…” She breathed lowly as one
final tug peeled the last of his foreskin away from his swollen weeping tip and
brought a blast of ripe musk to assault her senses.
             There was so much smegma, Medusa trembled in place as she saw
every bit of the gunky white build up circling beneath his swollen glans…
This was going to be her first after so long? "You are so surprising tonight
Crona," she chuckled as her grip around him suddenly tightened, earning a hiss
of breath from him. "To think you were hiding this filthy thing all this time,"
she slowly stroked him, her fingertips barely touching as she held his massive
length.
Crona's hips jumped up and his mouth fell open wide then as his mother licked
him without warning, her tongue burying itself into the thick mess beneath his
tip, scraping it all up onto her tongue as the long thing coiled around the
area entirely. He could barely choke in a single gasp of air as his mother
moaned at the ripe flavor of her boy’s unwashed cock, the thick salty build up
sliding down and clinging to her throat as she took his member in both hands to
stroke it while sucking the whole head into her mouth. She gave him a hard suck
as she stared up at him, the sight of her doing such an erotic thing making him
throb in her mouth, a little spurt of watery pre landing onto her tongue and
causing her to tremble and groan. She hummed her pleasure around him as she
began to bob her head along back and forth, taking more of his length with each
movement as his hands went to her head to try and steady his weak knees. Then
she tapped his head against the back of her throat and swallowed around the
girth as her tongue coiled around her son’s unnatural cockmeat, he tasted
so good!
"M-Medusa!" he groaned as she kept going, pushing closer to his base, clenching
around him again and again as his member began to curve down her throat.
She smiled around him at the sound of the begging and took a moment to watch a
few overstimulated tears drip from his eyes when she finally reached the end,
his length burning in her mouth as she licked and sucked. Then she pulled back,
sucking the whole way as she removed him from her mouth, a long stream of his
inhumanly delicious precum following her out as her tightlipped hold milked it
from bottom to top. Her breathing was only slightly off as she licked at her
lips, smiling lewdly at the multitude of flavors sloshing around in her mouth
as she lovingly rubbed her cheek against his twitching member.
She swallowed then and let out a satisfied sigh. "So, how are you liking your
reward so far?" Crona made a weak groan in response, his length twitching
against her face and causing her to chuckled while kissing a particularly large
vein. "Then how about I pay you back for earlier?"
"W-what do you mean?" Crona stuttered as she climbed up to the bed and got to
her knees.
"Stand up and I'll show you," she gave his thigh a squeeze, helping him get
feeling back.
She had always wanted to try something in a deeply buried part of her mind, but
her partners in the past had never been as… endowed as she had wanted them to
be, so she had kept the desires hidden and worthy only for late-night
fantasies. Now though… She could finally know the feeling she had always
secretly dreamed about on those lonely nights, and to top it all off it would
be with her own child of all people. She watched her son's length bob in front
of her as he nervously got to his feet to stand on the bed with her in front of
him, her hands trailing to his hips and her tongue flicking another bit of pre
from his tip. "Go ahead and use my mouth Crona," she smiled, earning a frown.
"Do what?" Crona clearly didn't understand.
Medusa wasn’t surprised or disappointed however, "I suppose it'll be easier to
just show you," she smiled, pulling one of his hands down to her hair.
He was still frowning while he put the other on top of her as she took hold of
his hips, taking his head in her mouth once more. He understood immediately
however when she then proceeded to slam her head down his length, his hands
pulling her against him further in an unintended reflex. She pulled back to his
tip, eyeing him with lust as he stared back shaking, disbelief and worry
glowing in his eyes. She gave him a little nod and sucked on his head
teasingly, sending a shiver up her boy’s spine as he finally seemed to realize
that this was actually happening. Crona took a deep breath, barely believing
what he was doing as he took a tighter grip on his mother’s head, his hands
knotting themselves in her hair slightly. He then drove himself in, earning a
wet gag from her as he forced himself down her throat, her nose pressed firmly
against his pubes while a moan vibrated across the entirety of his cock. He
could feel her tongue coiling around him, urging him to continue as she
groaned, red faced with tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He jammed his
own eyes shut to avoid her heated desperate stare before pulling out slightly
and then ramming back in, hearing the sound of her gagging before he repeated
the motion, slowly setting up a rhythm of forcing himself into her again and
again.
When he reopened his eyes his member tensed at what he saw: His mother sat
before him, red faced with tears streaming from her half-lidded eyes, a mix of
his cock juices and her drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as she
still happily sucked and circled her tongue along the base of his member. It
only made him go at it even harder, his balls tightening further with each slam
into her throat, his mother's tearful groans egging him on, driving him to go
in with even more brutal thrusts every time as they stared into each other’s
eyes. Black spots slowly began popping along her vision the longer things went
on, her arms slowly fell away and till they lay limp at her sides as every part
of her body became numb while her own son throat-fucked her like a sex toy. The
instinctive feeling of fear and a pit of humility grew within her as her choked
gasps became more frequent, her flower leaking out onto the bed with every
thrust that viscously assaulted her throat. He was positive that he had hurt
her by the time his release finally came from the rhythmic thrusting, but that
didn’t stop him from slamming her down one last time into his pelvis before
unleashing a torrent of cum into her stomach. The thick custard like semen
packed her mouth and throat full, her swallowing not enough to combat the
inhuman flow of salty spunk, especially not as they came slower and slower the
further into the black she slipped.  And yet, even as she drifted into the numb
abyss of unconsciousness, as she lay there choking on her son's massive length
filling her up with literal gallons of incestuous cum her body reacted
pleasantly. A large puddle soaked itself into the sheets beneath Crona's feet
as his mother lost control of herself, actually cumming from just the feeling
of him defiling her this way.
But then the torrent finally came to an end and Crona fell back onto his butt
in a panting mess, his cock popping from his mother’s abused lips as the woman
fell backward herself, gasping and choking in an attempt to bring air through
her throat raw still clogged with leftover semen. She didn't feel anything but
pleasure though as she took in every pained breath, tears continuing to stream
from her eyes as she gasped and trembled on her back in a broken heap. That…
that had been better than anything she could have hoped for. The feeling of
fear, the utter helplessness as her son choked her with his cock, not caring
one bit about her safety as he used her throat like his own personal sex-
sleeve. She actually whimpered, in both pain and pleasure as she reached a numb
hand up to rub her abused throat, swallowing the last of his maddeningly
addictive seed.
"Med… M-Medusa?" Crona asked, looking at her worriedly as she continued making
those sounds. "Are you okay?" She was still crying…
She looked up at him, slowly wiping at her eyes until it fell away when she saw
his member, a stunned gasp leaving her lips as she saw that it was still hard.
"Yes...yes I'm more than alright," she cleared her hoarse throat, her legs
quivering as she pondered just how amazing her wonderful little boy was.
"Crona, I don't think I've paid you back enough yet," she moved towards him
slowly, hips swaying as she dragged her way up his body till her lap hover over
his. "Would you like me to keep going?" She truly didn't care what his answer
was though, she needed him inside her after all of that, that feeling of utter
helplessness from before had set her inside alight with need.
"W-what else-” he shivered as her arousal dripped across his length. “W-what do
you want to do?"
"I want you inside me of course," she smiled, rubbing her wet lips up his
length, drawing out a little moan.
His eyes blinked with worry though. "But… b-b-but that's danger-" She forced
her lips to his, silencing him.
She tugged at his bottom lip as she pulled back, giving it a tiny love bite
before parting. "It's alright Crona," she ground herself against him further.
"We witches are much better at staying safe than those foolish humans, there
isn’t a thing for you to worry about," she draped her arms across his slim
shoulders. "So… what do you say?" she pecked at his cheek.
He had a feeling his word didn't really matter but… if she said it was safe…
"Okay, I-if you're sure," he hesitantly lay his hands over her hips.
"Oh I'm positive," and just like that she dropped down.
Crona let out a cry as everything hit him at once, his still sensitive length
erupting immediately within his mother the second their hips met, his fingers
digging into her ass to the point of bruising. Medusa groaned as her son's
length stretched her tunnel all the way to her cervix, his seed punching
through the small hole and filling her so much, but ultimately doing nothing
more than a moment’s pleasure. Medusa slumped ever so slightly, but before she
could lift herself up to voice her disappointment she felt his length flex
within her, stretching her walls slightly further.
She stared down at him with wonder. "You're incredible," she complimented him,
clenching around him tightly. "Just how many times are you going to stay hard?"
She pushed him down on his back as she gave him a little bounce, his tip
kissing her deepest point again.
She moaned, doing it again, throwing her head back as she set up a rhythm of
bouncing across his girth, forcing his head against the entrance to her already
sloshing womb again and again. She fell forward, hands beside Crona's head as
she struggled to stay up, it was just so good, she didn’t want to stop tossing
her hips back and forth along her wonderful boy. Another dozen however and that
began to change, she groaned sadly as her legs began to cramp up until she just
couldn't go on anymore, her muscles becoming too sore to continue as Crona's
length throbbed within her.
She whimpered, almost sounding like she was crying as she begged the world for
more. "Crona…" her arms wobbled beside his head, getting close to collapsing.
"Push me," she ordered and got what she wanted immediately, Crona pushed gently
on her breasts only to let out a little yelp as his mother fell onto her back,
her cunt dragging him by the cock into a kneeling position. "Crona," she sang,
holding her arms out as if she wanted a hug. “Fuck me.”
Crona shivered at the vulgar command but complied, wrapping his arms around her
wonderfully soft skin before giving a slow thrust. They both moaned at the
sensation, it was so very different compared to when she had been on top, the
way his tip met the door to her womb felt like a sensual kiss between lovers.
Crona pulled back till only his head remained then drove his length into her
again, his tip reaching her core once more with much more power, tearing a
broken sob from her lips. Medusa groaned out his name, her nails digging
sharply into his back and setting him on edge as he pulled back to thrust in
again and again, steadily setting a rhythm that seemed to increase in speed and
brutality with every wet smack. She moaned for him endlessly, his name slowly
falling apart into a lust filled scream as her legs crossed behind him, numbly
following his back as he rammed into his mother’s pussy viciously, his balls
tightening with every smack to her rounded ass in preparation for what was to
come.
Medusa kissed him, her nails digging even deeper into his skin as he somehow
went at her even harder, sucking her moans into his mouth as the seed that
hadn’t been blasted past her inner lips was mercilessly pounded into her
already packed womb. Maybe taking the contraceptive had been a bad call, she
suddenly thought out of nowhere as her son pummeled her insides, maybe it would
be alright to just let him knock her up…
She bit his lip as the mad thoughts filled her mind, what was she thinking? She
still had work to do, she still had her experiment- "Augh!" she cried out, her
sex clamping around Crona as she came, spraying her essence onto his waist and
swinging balls, all thoughts about anything but the massive tool pounding into
her being erased.
Forget the experiments, forget her plans, she just wanted to stay here and let
her own son keep fucking her until her stomach swelled with his cum and then
some, she’d worry about everything else later she just needed his cum! And she
would get her wish as Crona's second release within her finally came with one
last devastating thrust, his head planting itself firmly at her cervix to then
filed up whatever slim space had been left behind in the small hole, the excess
spunk backing up around his cock to fill the entirety of her tunnel with his
incestuous heat. He kissed her so lovingly as continued to spurt inside her,
his arms pulling her tight against him as he licked and sucked her unresponsive
lips, she was so out of it now, her mind had completely shut off from the level
of overstimulation it had just experienced, she didn’t know what was what
anymore.
She didn’t notice when he had finally pulled out, didn’t notice the feeling of
her pussy clenching and pushing out globs of thick virulent spunk that
splattered and stained the bed sheets below, all she knew as she rolled over
onto her stomach was the feeling the warmth within it, the feeling of him. It
was amazing, the greatest thing she had ever or would ever experience in the
world as she knew it, nothing could beat the feeling of her son’s seed settling
inside her… Her hazy joy was short lived however when she finally recovered
enough semblance of sense to feel something long and hard flop along her lower
back. It couldn't be… But she swiftly realized that it could as she felt her
son slowly push his way back into her gaping flower, his head pushing past all
the fresh seed it had spilled and kissing her womb once more. She wasn’t done
yet… She wasn't going to be done for a while, she thought as Crona began
thrusting all over again, pounding into her like a dog breeding a bitch, and
for all the moans she was letting out she could see the similarity.
She laughed aloud, her numb body accepting her son completely as she slowly
descended into a madness even she couldn't understand anymore. "Do. You. Like.
It. Cro-na?" she asked between thrusts, her sensitive abused cunt burning for
him. "Do you like fucking mommy?" Her depraved words made him shiver and give
her a particularly brutal thrust, making her bury her face into the bed.
"Oh yes!" She screamed for him. "H-Harder Crona! Fuck mommy!" She pushed back
against him weakly with each of his thrusts, mewling each time their hips met
before she laughed madly and glanced back at him with eyes he didn't know how
to deal with. "Crona... remember when I said I'd be safe?" she asked, shivering
as more thoughts of him using her filled her mind, this was so amazing not to
dream of, she needed more of it! More of him! "Maybe I'll change my mind," his
grip on her hips tightened. "Maybe I'll let you put a baby in me!" She screamed
out the last part when he gave another brutal thrust, pounding a bit of his
earlier release into her already jack-packed inner entrance as he bent over her
back. "Do you like that Crona? Do you like the idea of knocking mommy up?"
Another mind numbing thrust, so he did like that, it reignited her drive all
over again with how simply wrong the taboo thought was. "Go ahead Crona, fuck
mommy harder," she flexed her walls around him as she slammed back to meet him,
desperate to be filled once more. "Fuck mommy and fill her up with your cum!"
"Mommy..." Crona whimpered, his thrust becoming more and more erratic as his
hands traveled up to wrap her up from behind. "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" he began
crying out that word with each thrust, his length becoming larger with each
word, his balls churning with the cum his mother so desperately wanted as he
hugged her below her breasts. "MOMMY!" His release hit them both like a truck.
Her world exploded into a shower of stars, her cheek digging into the sheets
below her are her back arched and she shook on the stop, her son’s third
release pumping into her, forcing the majority of its insane volume out of her
already overstuffed tunnel. But then, just when she thought it was over? He
kept going, his actions pulling a groan of disbelief from Medusa as her boy did
his best to force everything out of her cunt just to pack it full again. His
thrusts so hard, so desperately powerful in their attempts to batter her
deepest point, that she actually feared he would destroy her if he kept going
like this. He was going to destroy everything she was and reshape it into
something that lived only for the godly cock pummeling into her tunnel,
something that lovingly accepted a child into its womb again and again until it
finally broke, something to be used for relief until the end of time.
And as Crona fell into a habit of moaning out the word: "Mommy," with each
thrust while his mother fell into a habit of mumbling: "Cock," and “Baby,”over
and over again as her son used her pussy to relieve his own confused lust for
the fourth time that night... she was surprisingly okay with the thought…
***** Breaking Maka *****
Chapter Summary
     Crona captures and breaks Maka's mind through the power of his
     sexually tailored madness, beginning the process of molding her into
     his loyal loving little cock-warmer.
Had Crona known how close he had been to fucking his mother past the point of
no return, permanently turning her into his cock-worshiping tool he would have
never stopped having sex with her the second she passed out after his sixth
release in a row. For now, after his mother had awoken and had choked out an
almost pained request to leave him for a bit to clear her head, his life had
become like a living hell due to the cruel, insatiable monster she had been
turned into. He hadn't expected her to stay the way she had been after their
first experience together, he felt that it was inevitable, but the things she
had done to him from the next day on had him so pent up it actually hurt! Day
after day passed full of her teasing him, never letting him have his release as
she drilled the new condition for his rewards into his head over the entirety
of the week. She had explained to him how between missions she would never let
him have his release with her and instead he'd be forced to please her whenever
she wanted for nothing in exchange. He'd only be allowed to enjoy her body if
he completed a mission… And as time went on he didn't know how much longer he
could deal with this. His crotch felt heavy, filled to the brim with cum that
he wanted so desperately to release into his mother to make her like she had
been the first night, to make her quiet and nice, but no matter how much be
begged, no matter how many times he did as she said she never let up on him,
telling him each time that the rules were there to be followed.
And this morning was a prime example of her cruelty as Crona lay in bed, red
faced as his mother bounced along his length, a ring clamped tightly around the
base of his member, keeping him from filling her like he so desperately wanted
to. "Is it bad Crona?" She asked mockingly as she rolled her hips against him,
a hand on her stomach as she savored the feeling of him flexing within her.
"Tell me how bad it feels, not being able to cum inside mommy."
"It hurts!" he whined, earning a shiver up her spine.
"Does it?" she stopped moving, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his
chest as she kissed his ear. "Do you want it to end?" she whispered.
"Please!" he almost felt like crying.
"You know what you have to do then don't you?" she asked, looking him in the
eye, a sultry smile on her face. "You know the rules-"
"Please give me a mission!" he cried before she could continue, his painfully
tense body corrupting his normally innocently moral judgement.
Medusa grinned as he finally did as she had hoped. Everything was going
according to plan now, sure she hadn't accounted on becoming addicted to him
the way she had after their first night together, but to be honest
the insane pleasure he brought whenever she wanted was a nice plus. Not to
mention she had enough self-control and understanding of madness to keep
herself in charge of her own mind no matter how much her son's seed tried to
break her. All she had to do was use him as she had been throughout the week,
slowly building up his own addiction to sex as she sated her own at the same
time.
"You want a mission?" she asked with a mock frown as she flexed around him.
"Yes!" he actually had tears in his eyes. The sight almost made her cum right
then and there. "I'll do anything!"
That's what she wanted to hear. "Anything?" she tapped at her chin in mock
thought. "Well since you seem so eager…" she gave another roll of her hips,
earning a pained groan from him. "I actually have something I've been wanting
you to do," she slowly lifted herself up, biting back her own whimper as his
girth left her. She always hated being without him, but it had to be done, her
work was just too important. She let herself fall onto the pillows, a sigh
escaping her lips. "There's a group of men in Italy, a gang no one would care
about going missing," they were the perfect test run for her new system. "I
want you to go there, and after you kill them…" she flicked the ring pinching
his massive member, making him wince. "You get your reward."
Crona shifted around on the bed as his mother lay there, trying to calm herself
down, his eyes on her dripping lips, a flush to his face as his length
throbbing painfully. "Um… uh…" he gripped his arm as he tried to speak,
embarrassed and scared at the same time.
"What is it?" Medusa asked, a genuine frown on her face as she watched him, he
sounded like he was desperate enough, so what was the problem.
"Can… c-can I…" he swallowed, edging closer to her, taking a deep breath as he
jammed his eyes shut. "Can I make you cum first?" Medusa blinked, then did her
best to bite back a laugh at the odd question, knowing how much
he loved pleasing her for whatever reason despite all she did to him on a daily
basis, not that she was complaining.
She spread her legs apart, giving him a better view of her drenched sex, her
lips soaking the bed beneath her. "That sounds nice," she smiled as he took
hold of her hips, lifting her up and burying his mouth against her as she
locked her legs behind his head, her scent and flavor flooding his senses.
She took a shaky breath as he began licking her, his tongue gliding over parts
he had long ago mastered, parts that made her wrap her legs weak while her
hands yanked at his hair as her back arched into his mouth. He was just
so good at this now, it was insane! He drank up her arousal hungrily before
licking up to her clit, giving it a gentle kiss that made her lose feeling in
her legs just like she’d been thinking about. She truly didn't care what his
reasons were for doing this for her, if he had any other than wanting to, it
was just too incredible to bother worry about.
She groaned watching him as he went at it, his eyes shut as he savored his
mother's damp lips. "You really love mommy's pussy don't you?" she asked with a
shaky smile as his grip around her hips tightened. "You love making mommy cum,"
she yanked at his hair harder, the pain sending shivers down his spine. "Go
ahead Crona," she whispered, her head falling back as he brought her to her
limit. "Make mommy cum!" She screamed, holding herself against his mouth as her
climax came.
Crona drank it all without a moment of hesitation, his length throbbing as he
slowly set his mother down, her legs shaking in his hands as he massaged them
gently. She reached out for him and he slid into her embrace, his lips locking
with hers as they kissed passionately, the flavor of her climax mixing with his
already sweet saliva into a satisfying taste on her tongue. She loved tasting
herself in his mouth, it was one of the things she lived for now, the rest of
her day feeling meaningless until her little boy made her cum with his mouth,
enough to destroy her judgement for the briefest of moments as he filled her
world with nothing but bliss. She almost took the ring off of him then and
there as they lay beneath him, her mind still reeling as his tip prodded
against her flower. She almost took it off and let him fuck her raw like he had
the first night, but she kept herself in control despite the burning throbbing
heat within her belly and instead savored their kiss, her hold tightening
around his back ever so slightly. The need was still there though, the need for
him to all but breed her, to bend her over and fill her womb with his potent
seed, his fingers digging into her skin as he slammed their hips together, his
balls emptying his maddening spunk into her welcoming tunnel.
Oh how she wanted that feeling again, and how she hated it at the same exact
time! She hated how weak the need made her feel, how desperate she felt as she
longed to be used like a common whore by her own son. She wanted him to snap so
many times during her teasing over this week, she had dreamed of him tearing
the ring off with the strength she knew he had before throwing her onto the bed
and raping her in revenge. She dreamed of him breaking her down bit by bit as
he brutally fucked her, dreamed of him molding her submissive pussy for days on
end, filling her womb with his children no matter how much she begged for a
potion to stop it. But instead… he just followed instructions, keeping it all
on and putting up with her tortures until this present moment, it was equally
satisfying and disappointing.
She was so glad that this mission was going to be so easy, that's all she could
think about as he gave her a final parting kiss, his hands rubbing soft circles
around her sides. "You'll do fine Crona," she assured him, but more than that
she assured herself, he needed to succeed.
He nodded before leaving to get cleaned up for his mission, his length bobbing
as he walked, hypnotizing her until he shut the door behind him, leaving her a
miserable pile of madness born regrets. She sighed immediately after he left,
scolding herself for letting these thoughts get that bad, for letting the
temptation get so intense that she almost threw away all that progress just for
a moment of pleasure… Or an entire day's worth- That didn't matter! She really
needed to spend some more time researching what his semen had done to her, she
needed to learn what it was that made the madness infuse itself there and
reduce her to such a state after a single night of coating her insides. Because
if she didn't find a way to relieve herself of this addiction to him she truly
feared how far her plans would fall apart because of it.
Though on the other hand, to lose all that progress in exchange for Crona
having his way with her as he wanted whenever he wanted… She briefly pondered
how bad that really might be…
                                       …
 
Crona stood within the empty church, swaying lightly on his feet as Ragnarok
finished off the last of the souls they had been sent to collect. He was
shaking slightly as he stood there, his excitement barely contained as
Ragnarok's power grew and swelled within him. This had been so wonderful! He
got to visit this big church where the doors only opened inwards, and these men
he had killed had been so mean to him so didn't have to feel bad about
collecting them, he always preferred getting rid of bad people instead of nice
ones. And now, with their task complete, Crona could finally go back and have
as much fun with the rest of the day as he wanted, he could finally have his
first release after so long!
"There, that's the last one," Ragnarok belched then receded into Crona's
back. "Man, have I told you how much I love the new you?" he asked,
chuckling. "I mean, sure, you're screwing your own mom, but hell I can't blame
you for that, especially since you're out here making a buffet for me thanks to
it."
Crona nodded in response, though he felt just a little bit put out when he
thought about it more. "I just wish she'd let me finish between missions
though," his legs pressed together under his robe. "She left me alone after all
those times…" and he'd have to go through it all again after tonight.
"Hey, come on, that just means you've gotta go out and kill more
guys," Ragnarok laughed. "Plus, think about it, if you actually do become a
Kishin…" he chuckled darkly. "You can screw her any time you want, and she
can't say anything to you about it," Crona had to admit, he liked the initial
sound of that idea, but before he could think more into it however the door
behind him creaked open loudly.
Crona turned around and felt a jolt of surprise to see a pair of people no
older than he was, a petite ashy-blonde girl and a snow-white haired boy
seeming equally bored and annoyed as he looked over the empty church. They
stared at him for a bit, then the boy said something to the girl before he
glowed white and changed into a scythe right before Crona's widening eyes
before falling into the girl's hands. He thought he had heard the scythe say
Maka at some point in their faint conversation, was that the girl's name? It
sounded pretty…
"Well look at that," Ragnarok whispered, and then he laughed a second later, an
idea striking him. "Hey Crona, you know what? You might have just found a way
to get the fun you want without needing Medusa," before Crona could ask what he
meant though a sharp pain shot up his spine. Ragnarok erupted from his back in
a shower of blood, forming his massive body. "We can just take this chick with
us!" he yelled, punching a fist into his palm excitedly.
Crona frowned after the pain settled. "I don't know Ragnarok…" he understood
where his partner was going with this, but… "Lady Medusa probably wouldn’t like
that-" Ragnarok drove his fists into Crona's hair.
"Oh don't give me that crap!" Ragnarok sneered through the boy's growing
whines. "If you want to be a real Kishin you gotta stop caring about what she
says eventually!"
"Ow Ragnarok! Stop it, that hurts!" Crona tried and failed to push him off.
"Really, it hurts, please stop!" he still continued on, if anything his
grinding got more intense! "Enough! That hurts!" Crona screamed, his composure
snapping for a brief moment.
Ragnarok pulled back, hands held out submissively as he laughed. "See, there
you go!" he laughed more and more as the girl, Maka, took a step back. "I like
it when you get angry!"
She straightened herself, trying to muster her authority at the odd sight
before her. "You two do know that hunting human souls is forbidden right? Who
are you?" she asked, even her voice was pretty… "Are you a student from the
DWMA?"
Crona frowned again. "DWMA? What's that" Maka shot him a glare and he looked
away, a blush forming on his cheeks, why was she staring at him so hard?
Ragnarok leaned in over his shoulder for a closer look at her. "Huh, you know
she actually looks pretty tasty doesn't she?" he chuckled. "You think she'll
taste better than your mom?" Crona's cheeks flared even deeper.
But Maka didn't understand what Ragnarok had meant and kept going. "Meisters
and Weapons aren't allowed to hunt human souls, period," she readied her
scythe. "As a member of the Academy I can't let you get away with this."
"Oh that's rich," Ragnarok snickered, poking at Crona's head. "Come on Crona,
let's put her in her place," he broke apart into a cloud of black which Crona
pulled a large black broadsword from.
Crona took hold of the sword and charged without warning at ludicrous speed,
thrusting Ragnarok from below from below, to his surprise however Maka met his
attack, stopping it entirely and making him lurch forward with a stunned frown.
She then drove her fist into his face, bruising his cheek before driving her
scythe up in an overhand arc. Crona jumped back but Maka kept going, throwing
herself above him and slamming her knees into his back before rolling to her
feet, her scythe already falling to end him. Medusa chuckled as she watched
from the shadows, specifically as the blade game to a grinding halt the second
it met Crona’s skin, a weak slash like that wouldn't be anywhere near enough.
The humor faded a bit however when he failed to cut or impale her in
retaliation when he had the chance. "What are you doing Crona?" she asked,
curious about his reasons for letting the girl dodge away when she saw she’d
done no damage.
Crona looked off into a corner, afraid of his mother's reaction as he regained
his footing. "I uh… I-I… don't want to kill her."
"Any reason why?" Medusa's eyes narrowed, was he really disobeying her now?
Why? She couldn't believe it, not after all she put him through, after all
those desperate cries for release, there was no way he’d go back to his problem
this quickly!
"Well, uh…" he shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "I-I-"
"He wants someone else to fuck since you're always giving him blue balls!"
Ragnarok cut in before Crona could answer, earning a terrified squeak from the
boy.
Medusa couldn't keep the laugh of disbelief from escaping her lips, not
believing what she had just heard, Ragnarok may make things incredibly simple
and blunt usually but he never twisted Crona's words to such an extent. The
more she thought about it however, Crona wishing for another toy, the more it
made a simple sort of sense, though it didn't make it any less funny. So little
Crona wanted a slave to get around her rules? She looked over the DWMA girl,
Maka, thinking about it. Crona would be encountering more and more of these
students the further he progressed as a Kishin… so why not give him a reason to
break a few on his own and take some trophies. And it didn't hurt that this one
was the daughter of a Death Scythe… It could come in handy later.
"L-Lady Medusa?" Crona spoke up, timidly, she had been quiet for quite a while
now.
She smiled to herself as she looked down over the scene. "Ok then," the idea
was sickly sort of perfect when she thought about it.
Crona nearly dropped Ragnarok then and there. "What?" Medusa could sense his
disbelief, he hadn't actually expected her to say yes at all!
She smiled and let out a little magic to reinforce his confidence and the
second it touched his soul she could have sworn she felt the exact moment
something in his psyche snapped. "I said that you can have her, but only if you
can take her," this should be interesting to watch.
Her tactics so far in manipulating him had been more than successful, bringing
out a compliance from her son that she could have never hoped for in the past.
So, what would giving him an incentive to attack DWMA teams do for her little
experiment? How would it change his behavior?
Crona let out a laugh, then another, and another until he could barely control
himself. "I… I-I get to have her? I really get to have her?" he snickered as
ideas he'd normally never think about flooded his head, ideas of a girl that
wasn’t his mother choking on his bulbous head as it stretched her throat and
filled her belly till it looked fat. "I… I could play with her whenever I
wanted… I could make you and her play with me after missions," his breaths were
so short, so erratic as a picture of his mother bouncing on him while this girl
happily sat on his face appeared in his mind’s eye. "I can't believe it," he
laughed under his breath. "I can't believe… Ragnarok!" He raised the blade, an
excited smile plastered on his face. "Scream resonance," he wanted to end this
quickly so he could go home and enjoy himself.
Medusa plugged her ears as the sword exploded, shaking the foundation of the
church and those in a large area surrounding it with the shockwave of his
scream. The witch almost felt bad for Spirit’s little girl at that moment, the
poor bookworm didn't stand a chance now that Crona had gone berserk like this.
Then, to prove her point, her boy lashed out with an above average scream that
mercilessly slammed into the girl despite her attempt to block, throwing her
all the way back into the church door, knocking the air from her lungs and the
scythe from her hands.
"Don't forget the scythe Crona," Medusa reminded him despite her pleasure
filled surprise at his spike in power, this was what her new system had
created? He immediately let loose another slash just as the scythe boy was
changing, launching him into the corner in a flash of white and purplish-black,
but before the scythe could even hit the floor Crona sent out one more attack,
blasting him right through the wall of the church. "Very good Crona!" Medusa
applauded happily. "Very, very good," she laughed, barely believing what she
had just watched, it was like he was a completely different person than before.
The boy just stood there laughing though, not hearing her as he looked down at
the wounded Meister as she struggled to right herself and breath. "You're so
pretty," he crouched down above her, that mad smile still on his face.
"Get away from me!" She yelled, pushing herself up, anger alight across her
features instead of fear.
"Ragnarok?" he placed the blade in front of her face the moment she buried a
fist into his unflinching cheek then blasted Maka point blank with a weak
Alpha, knocking her out instantly the moment her head smacked against the door
behind her. Crona caught her as she fell, surprised by how light she actually
was as he lifted her up bridal style, she was so light he could do so many
different things… "So… I-I can really keep her?" he asked, finally beginning to
calm down as Medusa's spell wore off.
His mother smiled devilishly to herself. "Yes Crona, you really can."
Crona looked over at the hole the scythe boy was thrown through. "Should I
finish him?"
Medusa gave it a brief thought then should her head. "No," she decided. "Let's
let him crawl back to the Academy, it'll demoralize them."
"What's the Academy?" Crona asked as he cradled Maka's body against him while a
mass of Bloody Needles erupted from his shoulder and reduced a large portion of
the church’s doors to splinters. "She said something about it before the
fight."
"Later," Medusa lowered herself down on her broom, letting out a few Vectors
that wrapped around Crona and Maka. "It's not that important, yet at least,"
she smirked down at Maka's limp form. "What is important though is training
your new pet," she smiled then leaned in and gave him a brief kiss which he
happily melted into with a joyous sigh. "And giving you your reward." Crona
felt another jolt of excitement as they disappeared into the night on Medusa's
broom.
He couldn't wait.
                                       …
                                        
Medusa looked over Maka's bound unconscious body curiously, the possibilities
of all the things she could do to a Death-Scythe's daughter almost making her
giddy with excitement. "This was a very good idea Crona," she smiled back at
him as he peeked around her, trying to get a better look at the girl. "I'm very
proud of you for coming up with it."
"I-It was Ragnarok's idea…" Crona stated bashfully. "I just liked it."
"But he was right in the end I think," Medusa reached down to Maka's ruined
clothes, popping the first of the buttons on her vest. "Leaving you that pent
up all the time could be dangerous," she removed Maka's vest, turning to the
buttons on her undershirt. "Not to mention the fact that this girl is important
to the Academy."
Crona turned to her from Maka, a twinkle of hope in his bashful eyes as he
pondered what she said. "If it's dangerous, t-then will you let me-"
"The rules still apply for me Crona," Medusa smiled in amusement as he slumped.
"Just because I'll let you have a slave doesn't mean I'll let you use me
whenever you want," she chuckled as she slipped Maka's shirt off, revealing the
modest white bra she had on underneath. Medusa glanced back at her son, a
sultry smile on her face. "Speaking of which…" she waved her clothed hips in
front of him. "Someone has a reward they can start using."
Crona blinked, his legs pressing together, an erection standing hard beneath
his robe. He swallowed, looking at Maka's half naked form. "Fin… F-finish with
her first…" he tried to sound commanding, earning another chuckle from his
mother. "I-I'll start after."
"As you wish," she smirked, letting a few Vectors slip out and slice away the
girl's skirt, the fabric ripping away to reveal a matching set of modest white
panties that matched her top. She slid the vectors across her underwear next,
the cloth falling away to reveal her petite body and making the small
bookworm’s body shiver unconsciously. "So, what do you think Crona?" She asked
as she spread Maka's legs, revealing her to him as the witch adjusted her bound
arms till they were above her head.
She was so different from his mother, he noticed that immediately, where
Medusa's lips were puffy and let him see within, Maka's were sealed together,
hiding the inner pink behind her smooth-shaven crotch. Medusa set a pair of
fingers at Maka's sex, pushing her lips apart to show Crona what he wanted to
see as the girl unconsciously groaned in response, she looked so soft inside…
so pink.
"Do you like your new pet so far?" his mother asked as Maka closed back up. "I
think you do," if his bulging erection standing out from under his robe was
anything to go off of that is.
"I do," he couldn't wait to have fun with her… but first. "But… b-but I have a
reward still."
"Yes you do," she smiled, sliding her vectors across her body, slicing away her
clothes as she lay in front of Maka, her hair lightly brushing against the
small girl's slit as she reached out with her leg, brushing her foot against
his crotch, tapping his clothed sac with her toes. "What do you want me to do
first?" she asked eagerly awaiting his answer.
Crona swallowed, eyes falling between her legs. "L-let me make you feel good
first."
Medusa frowned. "Are you sure?" she rubbed herself teasingly. "Don't you want
to use mommy a little first?"
Crona shook his head. "I… I like making you feel good," he set himself between
her thighs, kissing her leg. "You're happy when I do that," he smiled up at her
as he kissed closer to her sex as her stare faltered slightly. "I like it when
you're happy," he gave her clit a peck, sending a jolt up her spine.
How he could still be so upbeat and selfless after everything she had put him
through she had no idea, but as he sat there, pleasuring her gently she found
she didn't really care. "You're such a good boy Crona," she pet his head,
feeling him smile against her as he licked. "Making mommy feel so good, even
when you're so tense," her eyes fluttered closed as he hit a sensitive spot. "I
can't wait until you're done," she groaned, rolling her hips against
him. "Mommy want's you inside her so bad."
Crona gave her one last kiss before backing up. "H-how bad?" he reached for the
edge of his robe.
Medusa rolled onto her knees, reaching behind her to hold her sex open as she
placed her face right in front of Maka's sex. "This bad," she groaned, waving
her hips slightly, her arousal dripping onto the bed as she spread her gaping
labia. She moaned when he finally stripped, his hands setting themselves on her
hips while his tip prodded her entrance, a smile spreading across her face as
Maka let out a low groan when the witch's breath sent tingles across her
sleeping body. "I love you so much Crona," she looked back at him as he gave a
slow thrust, pushing in just the tip before doing it again, each new thrust
that followed piercing another inch past her lips as her face rocked closer to
Maka. "Mommy loves your cock so much," she shook when he finally bottomed out
and tapped against her core, her mouth planting firmly against Maka.
Crona leaned over her, taking hold of her breasts as he kissed her neck, the
smell of her sweat and Maka's unconscious arousal making him tense. "I love you
mommy," he gave her a gentle thrust that made her mewl. "I love you so much…"
             She really didn’t understand what it was about him that made her
chest fill with a dull fluttering heat, part of her was too frightened of the
possibility to look into it further, but as he lay over her giving her slow
methodical thrusts while groaning in her ear she couldn’t bring herself to
care. All she could think about was every little tap he gave her, every moan
into her ear as he savored the knowledge that he’d be allowed to cum inside
her. Then he suddenly thrust into her roughly, a single brutal slam that
clapped their hips together and made Medusa cry a muffled scream into Maka’s
tight-lipped mound, he was going to pick up the pace now… Medusa braced
herself, her hands grabbing hold of Maka’s thighs as she pressed her shapely
ass backwards into her son only to be stopped by his powerful grip on her upper
body. She whimpered, rocking her tunnel up and down, trying to please herself
as he pulled himself out with agonizing slowness, only to then scream her lungs
out when he gave her another driving thrust that marked the beginning of a
vicious pace.
And this was around the time that Maka began to awake to many things she hadn't
been expecting: Life, cold air against her bare body, and the sounds of someone
saying yes over and over again interrupted only by the occasional low scream
and wet slapping… And also her numb body. She opened her eyes to a sight that
horrified her: Nurse Medusa with her head between the Meister’s legs, the boy
that had attacked her ramming into her again and again from behind as the older
woman's tongue slid up her slit. Maka shook as the smell of sex and the feeling
of Medusa's tongue hit her head on, filling her with revulsion and horror as
the two went at it. It was short-lived however when she realized again that she
was naked with the nurse between her legs, her eyes widened as she looked
around the room, terrified, what was going on?
"That's right Crona," Medusa moaned into Maka's slit, not even noticing the
girl's awakening. "Use mommy, fuck mommy!" Maka blushed at the vulgar words,
but her revulsion only grew as she listened, these two were related? "Do what
you want! Use mommy's pussy like a cum dump!" Medusa moaned loudly, sending
shivers down Maka's spine as her breath hit her sex. "Go as hard as you can!"
she screamed with lust. "Cum inside me so much that the potions won't matter!"
she mewled as Crona sat up straight, his thrusts becoming more brutal. "Knock
mommy up! Give her another cock to drain!" she laughed madly as she came around
him, her words setting him on edge. "Or make another pussy for yourself…" she
groaned, her body going numb as her son continued to fuck her, his length
flexing as he reached his own limit. "Just! Give! Me! Cum!"
Crona's first climax in an entire week hit her like a freight-train, his tip
ramming against her cervix, his balls emptying directly into her womb, filling
it to the brim as his mother gasped clawed Maka’s thigh’s. Medusa's entire form
shook as Crona continued to cum, his potent semen flooding into her,
overflowing her within seconds then oozing out around his length as he gave a
few more thrusts that pushed the thick whiteness out of her. Oh how she wanted
to just let it stay there, to not take a potion and let him put a child inside
of her, the thought making her clench extatically around him. A small part of
her knew for a fact that nothing would come from it though, despite every lewd
thing she said to him, she had work she still needed to complete, she didn’t
have time for such a thing no matter how hot it made her feel. Still vulgar
words of taboo made for some very intense sex with her son…
She panted as he fell back, her body radiating a pleasant heat as his seed
dribbled out of her. "That was amazing Crona," she sighed, rolling onto her
back, looking up towards the ceiling, it was then though that she finally took
notice of Maka and Medusa smiled at the girl's horrified face as she noticed
the wetness on her face. "But I wonder if your pet enjoyed it,"
Crona finally took notice of Maka himself, her body shaking as he smiled at
her, his massive length twitching in front of him, bobbing as he waved. "Hi,"
she shook in disgust and fear at the sight of the cum coated thing.
"Hello again Maka," Medusa pushed herself up on weak arms. "It's good to see
you."
"What… What's going on?" Maka tried her best to keep her eyes from their sweat
and cum covered bodies. "What are you doing here?!"
"I’m a witch and I live here," Medusa shrugged.
Maka didn't react all that much to that, still too afraid to really think.
"What do you want with me?" she growled as the witch raised an eyebrow.
"Is it really that big a mystery?" the witch crossed her arms with a smirk. "I
thought you were smarter than this Maka, how can you not understand the
situation?"
Crona rubbed the back of his head. "I did hit her pretty hard…" he looked at
her apologetically. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize Crona, she's your pet," Medusa scolded him. "It doesn't matter
what you do to her."
"What do you mean pet?" Maka was shaking harder now. "What do you want?" she
asked again.
Medusa rolled her eyes. "Since I have to spell it out for you…" she reached
back towards Crona, taking hold of his length. "Crona here wants to use you to
take care of this," she gave him a few strokes as Maka's eyes widened, he
wanted her to do what? "So Crona, what do you want to do to her first?" Medusa
glanced lovingly at her son.
Crona's eyes drifted down Maka's form to her crotch and she trembled while
shutting her legs, feeling his gaze on her privates, how much had he already
seen? What had he already done to her? "Stay away from me," she growled.
Medusa followed Crona gaze, completely ignoring Maka's words. "You really do
like making a girl feel good before you start don't you?"
"I like making you happy," Crona could only shrug. "It… it just feels right."
Medusa chuckled. "Well at least he's going to take care of you first Maka," she
smirked at the terrified Meister. "Don't worry, he's amazing with his mouth."
Maka's body tensed when he edged closer to her. "Stay away!" she lashed out
with a foot, but he caught her along with the second one she sent. "Please!"
she whimpered as his hands slid down to her thighs, his touch both forcing her
to keep her legs open as Maka jammed her eyes shut when Crona began to kiss
around her smooth skin, tears pricking her eyes as he edged closer to her
center. She looked at him pleadingly as he spread her lips. "Please let me go…"
But he didn't, in fact she was positive he didn't even hear her as he gave her
a lick, sending a shiver up her spine as he licked from the bottom up, his
tongue drifting over her clit. She bit her lip as he continued, unused to
dealing with a feeling like this, not knowing how to react other than shock and
horror as a complete stranger who had kidnapped her licked between her legs.
Still though, she couldn't stop her body from eventually reacting to his gentle
touch, a bit of confused arousal trickling onto the boy's tongue. Why was this
happening? She couldn't believe this was happening.
The tears came quickly now as she whimpered, horrified as this boy she didn't
even know did something she wasn't sure she'd let a boyfriend do. "How is it
Maka?" Medusa asked, enjoying the show. "I told you his mouth was amazing
didn't I?"
"You're sick!" the Meister growled back, wincing as Crona kissed at her clit
again.
"Perhaps," Medusa nodded with a smile. "But when he's got that monster between
his legs and he wants to constantly please me," she shrugged. "It's hard not to
love it."
"He's your son!" Maka arched her back when he hit a sensitive spot within her,
a sickened groan leaving her lips
"And he's a very good lover," Medusa responded without taking any offense.
"You'll realize it after he's emptied himself in you a few times," the witch
slid her hands down to her own sex, letting her fingers slip inside as she gave
Maka a cruel smile while scraping out some of Crona's essence on a finger,
Maka's eyes widening at the sight of the white liquid. "How about we give you a
taste of what you'll be having every day?" She reached out and pinched Maka's
nose, prodding at the girl's lips with her cum covered finger. "Don't worry,
you'll love it."
Maka really tried for as long as she could, but when Crona hit a particular
spot, added with her burning lungs she couldn't keep her mouth closed, she
opened her mouth in a scream, letting Medusa slip inside and force the mixed
taste of her juices and Crona's spunk into the young girl's mouth.
Crona looked up as Maka tried to clear her mouth, spitting onto the bed, but
the flavor just wouldn't leave, he watched the drool leak out as she spat, a
bit dripping out of the corner of her mouth as she trembled in place. "I really
want to use her mouth now," her eyes shot wide as he got to his feet, walking
over to her, the behemoth between his legs bobbing with each step. Maka kept
her lips shut, her eyes jammed tight as he placed a hand on her head and
prodded at her lips. "Come on…" he began to whine, thrusting slightly, his tip
tapping against her lips and spreading a coat of pre along them, the smell of
sweat and cum drifting to her nose making her blush in embarrassment. "I did it
for you," she didn’t ask for that…
Medusa smiled up at him. "Here, let me help Crona," she reached between Maka's
legs and drove her fingers into the girl's sex hard, curling them within her.
Maka opened her mouth in a reflexive scream, allowing Crona full access to her
mouth. Or at least it gave his tip access, the large head of his cock barely
pushing past her lips as she screamed around him, trying her best to bite down.
Crona shivered at the feeling, his length going rock hard in her mouth as his
blood hardened.
He frowned down at her as a bit of his mad blood dripped onto her tongue,
making her gag in revulsion. "That's not very nice," he gave a thrust, pushing
more of his length into her mouth, her eyes watering more and more as he
continued.
She tried her best to deny him as he forced more into her mouth, but the longer
time went on the faster her strength seemed to leave her. The taste of blood in
her mouth was slowly replaced by something else that made her body grow hot, a
salty flavor that made her eyes slowly lose focus as her teeth edged away from
him. What was happening to her? Why was she just letting this happen? She had
no idea as his cock head reached her throat, a considerable amount still left
outside as she did absolutely nothing about it but gag at the feeling.
Medusa smiled at this. "Come now Crona, she can do better that that," she
reached up and stroked his length, staring into Maka's hazy eyes. "Don't hold
back just because it's your first time with her."
Then much to Maka's horror he pushed forward again, another gag leaving her
throat as he edged further inside, his tip curving slightly down her throat.
Thrust after thrust came them, pushing more of his member down into her,
stretching her neck wide while tears streamed from her eyes as she was deprived
of air. By the time her nose was finally buried within his pubes her face was
as red as Medusa's had been on their first night together, the sight of her
hazy tear-filled eyes staring back at him making him throb within her as her
throat desperately swallowed around him in an attempt to clear itself.
Medusa grinned. "Maka, why don't you just help him out a little?" she asked,
mockingly. "After all, the sooner he cums, the sooner this can all be over," it
technically wasn’t a lie, things would end, just not in a way the girl was
expecting.
Lack of air was all Maka could think to blame as she gave an unconscious suck
along his length, a throb stretching her neck further in response and making
her cough. He slid out slowly, savoring the feeling of this new mouth and its
hesitant sucks, the feeling setting him on edge a little as he watched her fade
away as he bottomed out all over again. He began a slow pace at first but
eventually he sped up the longer things went on, his balls swinging to tap
against her chin as he used her mouth, drawing closer to the limit as Maka
drifted further and further away.
She barely even noticed when his release finally came, her limp body not even
trying to swallow at all as Crona gave one last hard thrust that burying her
nose into his musky hair while he pumped his seed directly down her throat, her
sex relieving itself into a wet stain on the bed as she lost control of
everything. A boy she didn't even know was choking her with his penis and she
was just letting him, a boy she didn't even know just came down her throat and
she let him… This was insane! Then Crona slid out of her mouth with a pop as
the girl fell back numbly and remained silent, then she coughed, her eyes
widening as she gasped and choked on the air rushing down into her deprived
lungs. How long she remained that way she didn't know, but she did realize that
her hands had been released, her raw wrists tingling as her arms fell to her
sides.
She looked up through tears to see Crona looking back, his eyes staring down at
her crotch as his length twitched in front of him, still a hard pole of thick
meat that made her whimper, shaking as he kneeled down in front of her while
Medusa watched with a smile. "That's too bad isn't it Maka, he's still hard…"
she said in mock disappointment. "Oh well, guess all you can do is keep going
until he can't go on anymore right?"
Crona prodded at her tight slit as she remained unresponsive, her body tensing
again and again with each mind-numbing touch he gave her. It really was all she
could do, what else was there that she could do? She obviously couldn't fight
them, this boy had destroyed her while she had Soul, and now he had Medusa, a
witch, here too? The least she could do was end this as fast as she could so
they would let her go… The rest of her mind on the other hand found that it
couldn’t speak up at all about how absolutely insane that thought was, how
crazy it was that she would let her kidnapper do this to her without so much as
a word or action being taken to stop it. Though to be fair, this might have
been partly due to the sensation of pleasure that overwhelmed her body as Crona
without warning slammed into her all at once, his searing tip ramming so
roughly against her inner entrance that she could only let out a broken scream.
She briefly felt the need to thank the fact that her hymen wasn't there to
complicate things at all, but then again this was painful even without it, the
feeling of his massive tool stretching her out from beginning to end made her
body tense up tightly. She let out a whimper as she clenched around him when he
gave her the smallest of thrusts, a single inch worth of distance that tapped
against her cervix and made her spasm.
Crona groaned at the feeling as Medusa maneuvered herself to Maka's side, a
playful grimace on her face. "Jeez Maka, I don't know if he'll be finished even
after this one," she placed a hand on the girl's belly, feeling Crona's girth
passing through beneath her fingers as he thrust slowly, letting Maka's body
get used to him before he really went at it. "You might have to stay a bit
longer in order to tire him out completely."
Maka groaned as he pulled a few more inches out. "But-" she whimpered at the
hard, yet equally gentle, thrust that followed. "But how long will that
take?" she whined, a bit of drool leaking from her mouth.
Medusa shrugged. "I don't know, but if you keep at it, I'm sure you'll tire him
out in no time," but by then she doubted the girl would even remember this
conversation, someone so unused to having this much madness around them would
definitely break without too much trouble. "You just have to be a good pet
until that time finally comes."
She laughed to herself as a perverted joke came to mind. Speaking of cumming…
she watched as Crona's thrusts steadily became more brutal as his climax neared
due to his inexperience with a hole so painfully tight! His length began
pounding into Maka again and again as the small girl grit her teeth, biting
back moans as he slammed against her core mercilessly. "Come on…" she groaned
without meaning to. "Cum already-" she was cut off when Crona's lips met hers,
silencing everything but the resulting whimper as her legs and arms
unconsciously locked behind his slight frame, her nails digging into his back.
What was she doing? She had been a technical virgin up until this point and yet
here she was letting a complete stranger fuck her raw while she begged for his
cum, it was insane… That was all she could think before her world went white
with an explosion of stars that made her eyes snap wide, the feeling of Crona's
sudden release of mad seed spurting within her most precious spot making her
scream loud, her sex clamping around him as pleasure rocked throughout her body
in a reality-shaking orgasm. Crona felt a sudden wet heat splash against his
waist and opened his eyes to watched in amazement as her climax played out, a
small steady stream leaving her as her hips jumped wildly against the thick
tool that filled her so perfectly, making him throb within her at the lewd
display.
Maka whimpered weakly, overwhelmed tears falling from her half-lidded eyes as
she failed to believe what she had just done… or the fact that he was stillhard
inside of her. She felt so full already, a lump of heat sloshing around within
her belly sending tingles across the rest of her body as her hips jumped a few
more times while her tight tunnel clenched unconsciously. How could she
possibly take anymore? Just how long was she going to have to stay here and
keep taking him? She wondered this briefly as he began thrusting once more, her
hands fisting within the sheets as her toes curled. Well… at least it felt
good. That's all she could think before her mind dissolved into a mad mess of
pleasure as Medusa sat there chuckling at her while her son pummeled into
Maka's unprepared tunnel.
Tears continued to stream from her eyes as he continued, but she soon realized
that these weren't tears of pain or fear… they were of pleasure. She let out a
little laugh as she looked up at him. "Cum again…" she groaned, slowly
forgetting about her reason for wanting it, just knowing for a fact that it
felt really, really, good… Why did it feel so good? "Please… Please!" her back
arched when he gave her a particularly brutal thrust only to then shift into
giving her nothing but merciless slams as her eyes rolled up, a long moan
leaving her as she came a second time, squirting against his waist as her head
fell back.
Crona watched it in awe, his cock throbbing painfully as she clamped around
him, her raw pussy rippling around him as the rest of her went numb. Crona held
her close as he kissed her again, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she
passed out from the pleasure, unconscious moans escaping her mouth as the boy
continued to pound her raw while nibbling her unresponsive lips. He wasn’t
going to stop fucking her when she passed out, he wasn’t going to make the same
mistake he did with his mother, he wanted her to love him like she did now, he
was never going to lose that feeling of bliss! He’d keep slamming in and out of
her, teeth grit and eyes jammed tight as he continued to mold her unconscious
mind and body into his forever. And Medusa just sat there, watching with a
pleasantly pained groan as her son came again within Maka.
She felt so empty as she watched him fill the girl to the brim with his potent
spunk again, she wanted to feel it too so badly… "Crona…" she put her hands on
his shoulders, but he continued to kiss the broken girl beneath him, his
rhythmic wet slapping never faltering. "Mommy is starting to feel lonely…" she
massaged him as he pulled away from Maka, a trail of saliva connecting their
mouths as Medusa kissed his cheek, his pace still not ending as he grunted
lowly, his movements becoming erratic as his oversensitive prick desperately
slammed into the hole in front of it. “Crona please!” His mother was actually
begging him.
             “One more,” he whimpered. “Please just one more, I-I don’t want
her to change back!”
 Medusa didn’t know what he meant by that but kept quiet all the same and let
him continue on, it’s not like being patient was a bad thing, it would just
make her turn feel that much better when he finally got to her. Not that she
had to wait all that long though, with his cock being as raw and sensitive as
it was after so many earlier climaxes the next one followed swiftly after as
one last world-breaking thrust signaled Crona’s release, though the spasms and
slurred groan from Maka’s body and mouth certainly clued her in. She watched as
he pulled out with tortuous slowness till a wet pop pulled his still insanely
erect member from the confines of Maka’s slit, a gush of his semen bubbling out
of the abused hole as her legs twitched in place, a thoughtless smile on the
young girl’s face as Crona’s heat slowly bled from her. Medusa grinned with a
simple shift of positions she placed herself straddling Maka's face, placing
her puffy cunt directly on the girl’s mouth and mewling as she dreamily licked
her tongue up, a bit of the semen left in the witch from earlier oozing out
onto and coating the appendage.
"Can you do mommy like you did her?" she gently lapped at his tip, rolling her
tongue across him as she licked up his and Maka's combined flavor.
He didn't even answer, he just took hold of her head with arms somehow both
weak and strong at the same time and simply rammed forward into her waiting
mouth, a groan rippling along her neck as he choked her. This had been
a very good idea, that's all the witch could think as her son began to slowly
use her mouth, taking brief breaks here and there to keep himself standing up
on wobbling legs while his mother struggled to breathe around him whenever he
held her at his base for one. Medusa would have to remember to give Ragnarok
something special to eat as a thank you for this, especially since she’d get
such a delicious meal when Crona's already well fucked meat finally came for
the umpteenth time that night.
Such a good idea…
***** Playing with Eruka *****
Chapter Summary
     Crona enjoys some quality time with his newest pet while his mother
     goes out to attend a witch Mass, only to then return with a wonderful
     new toy for her son to experience breaking: Eruka Frog
Crona awoke the next morning to an empty bed, the initial feeling of loneliness
disappointing him slightly as he pushed himself and found Maka's ruined uniform
still hanging over the bedpost, but then the sound of running water and muffled
voices clued him in to where she and his mother no doubt were. Crona looked
back at the bed as he got to his feet, his flaccid girth swaying between his
thighs while a shiver ran up his spine as he looked over the evidence of all
that he had done last night. He had switched between Maka and his mother time
and time again, alternating between them each time one passed out and the other
drifted back towards consciousness, dozens of varied stains covered the sheets
where they had climaxed. The memories of their screams and satisfied moans as
they clawed at his back made him harden, the thought of all the little sounds
Maka had made as struggled to keep sane through all he did made his tip begin
to weep… He wanted to hear it all over again, and so he headed towards the
bathroom, the sound of his mother's casual voice growing clearer the closer he
got to it.
Steam engulfed him as he entered the bathroom, his mother's voice finally
understandable from behind the glass of the shower door. "… Which is why I've
been posing as a nurse at the Academy for as long as I have," Medusa appeared
to finish a story as her hands glided over Maka's body, spreading suds across
the small girl's form as she stared down at the drain, her still fumbled mind
attempting to come to terms with all she had heard. "It's always good to know
where your enemies are weak, and who knows that better than a nurse?" she asked
with a smirk as she palmed the suds over Maka's chest, earning a squeak from
her.
Maka pushed Medusa's hands away, holding her arms across her chest defensively
as she glared over her shoulder. "How long exactly?" She asked once she was
sure the witch wouldn't try anything else.
Medusa laughed at her reaction while rubbing around the girl’s waist. "Oh, just
a little after Crona was born actually," she answered before finally taking
notice of him standing outside the shower. "Speaking of which," she
disconnected from a now slightly panicked Maka as she slid the glass open with
a welcoming smile. "Would you care to join us Crona?"
He nodded excitedly and gratefully stepped into the spray, his length throbbing
reflexively as the hot water splashed against it. "What were you two talking
about?" He asked while giving Maka a shy glance as the girl did her best to
cover her body, eyes downcast before he realized that she was embarrassed and
looked away quickly, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. "Hi Maka…"
"Hey…" she continued to look away, feeling entirely too uncomfortable about all
of this as she pondered for what felt like the millionth time about why she
still here.
She knew that she could probably get out of here if she tried now that the two
seemed so comfortable around her and yet every time that thought popped up in
her head another always followed it immediately, chastising her for forgetting
about some important responsibility that required her to stay. She tried
desperately to remember exactly what it was, but knew only that it had
something to do with this boy Crona and the bobbing meat standing tall between
his legs with its intimidating size. She had to do something for him,
she owed him something but what was it?
Medusa smirked at their timid displays and the look of faint frustration in the
girl’s eyes as the woman shut the door behind her. "Maka here was just asking a
few questions about us," she pressed herself against him, giving him a brief
kiss before shooting Maka a sideways glance. "Aren't you going to give him a
good morning kiss?" she asked, hand drifting to his crotch and eliciting a
welcoming groan from the boy.
Maka swallowed, clearly embarrassed as Medusa stroked his hardness in front of
her and Crona easily saw how uncomfortable she seemed. "M-Medusa, she doesn't
have to if she doesn't want- ah!" he cried out as his mother squeezed him
rather roughly.
"Nonsense, she's your pet," Medusa directed the words to Maka. "It's about
what you want, not what she does" she curled a finger towards Maka as the girl
stiffened, as a thought occurred: Was that it? Was that why she didn't want to
leave? "Come over here, now," she ordered and Maka reluctantly stepped closer,
trying to hide herself even more now as she looked away from Crona only for a
sudden jolt to go through her foggy mind: She finally remembered now, she
belonged to Crona… But why did he want her? "Move your hands," when she didn't
Medusa let go of Crona, crossing her arms. "What's wrong?"
"I…" It really didn't make sense, why her of all people? "He… He wouldn't want
to look at me," she shifted on her feet, eyes shifting towards Medusa's chest
with a hint of envy. "I'm not like you-"
"You're right, you're not," Medusa interrupted bluntly. "You are here because
Crona wants relief that I refuse to give him," she walked over and took hold of
the arm across Maka's chest to then pull her over and press her against Crona,
the startled boy quick to catch her as she stumbled into him. "He is your owner
now, and so you will do whatever you can to please him," Medusa pressed her
hand into the girl's back, forcing Crona's length burning length up along her
stomach.
Maka looked up at him timidly as he held her, trying his best not to look down
at her and make things worse for the girl. "Maka, its ok," he removed his hands
from her, a sudden flash of instinctive sadness going through her at the loss
of his touch. "T-t-this is new, for both of us, y-you don't have to do anything
yet," Medusa huffed, disappointed in him, only for him to swallow a lump in his
throat and try to stand tall. "S-she's my-” he bit his lip, clearly struggling
to confidently use the next word. “P-pet, I-I-I can use her how I want," a bit
of the disappointment Medusa felt faded at that.
Maka shifted meanwhile as mother and son stared into each other’s eyes, trying
all she could from this position to pull some of her weight off of him in an
attempt to ease the burden on him keeping her upright. He was being so gentle
and kind with her despite what she knew he wanted, what he needed, what she was
here to do, it made her deep pang of guilt that spread throughout her chest. He
was being so nice to her and yet here she was forcing him to cater to her and
talk back to his own mother. Not once did the thought ever occur to her how
utterly mad that thought was considering everything that had been done to her
mind and body by this very same couple just a handful of hours prior.
She slowly pushed herself back, giving the boy enough space between them to
catch a glance of her petite breasts while Medusa finally relented under her
son’s equally shaky and stern stare and pulled her hand away from Maka’s back.
"Crona?" His eyes snapped up to meet hers instantly, eliciting a tiny flinch
from her as she struggled to find words. "I'm sorry," she whimpered and took in
tiny breaths, feeling almost like a child that knew they’d done something wrong
yet were trying to rationalize it. "This is all just so sudden, a-and I'm used
to guys ignoring me, and-"
"Maka," he cut her off, his voice still so very gentle and sweet and making her
wince as the guilt continued to grow within her. "It's alright, really."
Maka bit her lip, still feeling so inadequate. “No, no it’s not,” she shook her
head and lifted her eyes back to his, feeling the tiniest spark of heat ignite
within the awful cloud of negativity swirling in her chest.
She took another breath, steeling her resolve as she came to terms with
everything her jumbled mind was able to put together about all that had
happened. She was his now, that's what Medusa had said, that’s what she
instinctively knew in the deepest core of her very soul now. She was his pet
and she was only here to make him feel good whenever he wanted to grace her
body with his own insanely perfect one. Maka took that thought to heart as she
shut her eyes tight and with a dash of courage she stood up on her toes to
press her lips to his, the fire within her slowly burning away the guilt she
felt as she began to accept her new role. Crona was initially surprised by the
sudden action but quickly recovered as she stayed where she was, his hands
hesitantly settling back onto her lower spine as she hugged around his head in
an attempt to deepen the kiss. Her body grew hotter the longer it went on, and
hotter still when the boy’s tongue brushed against her lips which were more
than happy to part and allow him access as his fingers dug into her hips to
drag her up closer to him. Medusa nodded to herself with satisfaction as she
watched, glad the girl’s mad mind had finally settled and realized its place,
though she was a bit surprised by this turn of events as well. Not even a
single day had passed with them and yet Crona had managed to break one of the
most willful and potentially skilled students in the entirety of the Academy?
She certainly had to look deeper into this…
But Medusa would save that for later, for now though… "Good, now we're getting
somewhere," her gaze fell to Crona's fingers sinking into the soft flesh of
Maka’s backside then smirked while moving behind the girl, letting her own hand
drift to the petite girl’s surprisingly curved assets as the witch sandwiched
her against Crona. "Are you getting it now?" she probed Maka's lips from behind
with a pair of fingers, causing the girl to arch against Crona, their mouths
parting as she gasped. "You are going to be his personal toy for his time
between missions, is that clear?" she curled her fingers inside of her,
eliciting another gasp as her hold around Crona tightened, a gentle smile on
his lips as he gave her little ghostlike pecks on her chin and neck. "I don't
care what the other boys have said about your body before you got here, because
you were personally chosen by Crona now, do you understand?" She didn’t allow
Maka a single chance to utter anything but an affirmative moan as she drove her
fingers deeper with every word, the girl’s hips jumping up and grinding her
aching clit against her owner’s shaft as he littered her skin with scalding
little kisses. "Crona chose you and so you are going to do whatever he wants,
whenever he wants, because you owe him for his kindness," she then abruptly
pulled her fingers out just as Maka was reaching her toe-curling peak, denying
her at the very last second and tearing a miserable broken cry from her lips.
"Now then, I'm going to be leaving for a little while to go to a meeting with
the witches," she dragged a finger across Maka's outer lips one final time,
smirking as the girl's legs shook beneath her, her head falling against her
boy’s chest as she trembled and panted in place, his grip around her ass the
only thing keeping her upright now while he rested his chin over her hair.
"Crona, you can stay here this time and play with your new toy while I’m gone,"
she then leaned in to Maka's ear, making the girl shake slightly as the woman’s
breath tickled her ear. "And I expect to come back and find that you've been an
obedient loving pet while I was gone,"she hissed then nudged the girl's head
out of her way with her cheek to Crona's lips herself before waltzing out of
the bathroom with a seductive sway of her hips.
Crona watched the door she left in for just a moment before he turned and
carefully set Maka’s back against the wall, his hands trailing up to her waist
to help hold her up as she tried to regain feeling in her legs. "Are you
alright?"
She nodded weakly, her eyes glancing over to the door to the bathroom briefly.
"Is she always like that?" How did he possibly survive living with that?
"Y-yeah, s-she can be like that," he rubbed the back of his head, a shy crooked
smile on his lips.
Maka smiled up at him for a moment, but then it faltered as her eyes drifted
down to the member radiating with heat between them, a swallow rippling through
her throat at the sight of his girth. "D-does it hurt?" she asked, the guilt-
clearing fire surging within her chest with each twitch and throb she
witnessed.
Crona looked off to the side in response, feeling miserable. "Only when Medusa
leaves me alone…" his eyes slowly drifted to her body then, a bit of awed
wonder brightening his stare. "But that's why I have you right?" Maka tensed a
bit and reflexively tried to hide herself, but his hands caught her arms and
gently nudged them away. "Maka…" she blushed as he stared at her, his eyes
suddenly filling with a bit sad of sadness. "Why are you afraid?"
“I’m not afraid,”she grumbled with the tiniest of defiance only for her eyes to
solemnly fall towards the floor as her hands drifted to her chest to palm her
modest breasts sadly. "I'm… I'm just so small compared to most girls."
Crona lifted her hands up above her head, giving him a good view of her petite
breasts. "They're cute," he commented with a shy smile as she squirmed, her
face flushed at the compliment. "I like them," he glanced away, feeling unsure
of himself then, still not knowing really how to deal with someone in this
fashion. "Can… c-can I touch them?"
Maka looked down at his erection, standing tall through the rain of the shower,
and she swallowed nervously. "D-don't you want me to help with that first?" she
nudged it with her knee, shivering a bit as it throbbed in response against
her.
"I really want to make you feel good though," he tried looking her in the eye,
but she refused to look back at him. "Please?" he sounded so sad.
Maybe just a little bit? It was the least she could do for him after all the
kindness he’d shown her so far… "Ok," she pushed herself up against the wall,
trying her best to stand still as she presented herself, her first instinct to
hide her small form doing its best to force her into covering up.
Crona smiled and reached out towards her chest, a whimper leaving her as his
hands palmed each of her breasts, his fingers sinking slightly into her flesh
while her erect nipples poked into him. His hands trailed down then and drifted
towards her sides as he moved himself closer, his breath hot against one of her
breasts as she set her hands against his scalp, her scared fingers digging into
his hair in an oddly pleasant manner. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold
back the scream that came next as he suddenly kissed one of her nipples, his
mouth locking around it to give a gentle suckle and the smallest flick of his
tongue that drove her mad. He began to switch between the two then, alternating
between each soft little cup, giving each equal attention as his touches served
to break her oversensitive body down, steadily building up a heat between her
legs while the one in her chest bloomed like a loving fire.
And then he backed up, glancing up at her face as she looked back with a half-
lidded stare while a trickle of drool dripped out the corner of her
mouth, he did that… "Medusa never let me play with hers," he said, moving his
hands back to her chest, his thumbs pressing against her nipples and making her
gasp and tense. "She never gave me a chance to."
Medusa had to be insane not to let him manhandle her chest, that was all that
Maka could think under the effect of his mind-numbing touch. "Crona…" she
moaned as he played with her, her back arching against the wall, only for him
to then out of nowhere stop all together. “Huh?” Maka looked up at him, her
body numb. "W-why did you stop?"She whined with obvious need.
"Turn around please," he asked politely, excitement evident in his eyes.
Maka didn't know what it was that he was planning, but if was anything like
what he had just been doing she was pretty sure she'd enjoy it, so she did as
he requested and turned around, her hands resting flat against the wall as she
awaited his next move. She felt his hands trail down her back, dragging a trail
of goosebumps across her skin before settled on her butt, a groan leaving her
mouth as he hooked his thumbs at her tight lips and pealed open her damp aching
tunnel. Then her whole world went white when he suddenly buried his face in her
shapely backside, his tongue pushing its way inside of her as far as it could
reach. Maka's whole body arched against the wall as he began lick her with
agonizing slowness, his tongue trailing across her walls and probing for spots
that made Maka lose control of her legs completely. Crona eventually hit one
such spot which served to make her cry out, her entire body tensing up
momentarily as his fingers dug deeper into the soft dough of her ass. He then
proceeded to perfectly prod and swipe his tongue into that buried bundle of
nerves, causing her hips to jump with a cry, groan and whimper accentuating
each one. Maka’s toes curled as her cheek pressed into the tile of the wall,
her feet not even touching the floor anymore as her arms fell to limply sway
beneath her just as he pulled back for what it was that he wanted to see. He
watched in amazement as one final spasm tore through her form to signal climax,
a familiar stream squirting from her entrance as her hips hopped and twitched,
the only things holding her at this point being his hands holding her against
the wall.
"That's amazing!" she managed to peek an eye back behind her to see his
sparkling eyes as he stared at her squirting cunt, why was he so fascinated by
her doing that? "Can you do it again?" her eyes widened at the question the boy
pressed his back into her, his hands gliding up to rest on her breasts as his
shaft slid along her dewy lips. "Please do it again…" he groaned, his tip
prodding against her as she tried and failed to move her numb body.
He then unceremoniously bottomed out inside of her, his bulbous dripping head
smashing into the entrance of her womb and tearing a long, nearly pained, groan
from Maka's throat. She shivered and spasmed in place, actually terrified of
the unknown things he was going to do to her to make her keep doing what she
had done, to lose control and squirt her release all over. Her fears were put
to rest quickly though as he reared back then slammed right back inside,
flashing stars over her eyes as he buried stiffly into her cervix a second
time, only for his flared tip to scrape her raw walls as he dragged himself
back out. That marked the beginning of his brutal rhythm, his thrusts
carelessly smashing the unresponsive girl into the tiled wall, pressing her
cheek up against it as mindless giggles left her gaping mouth while tears
leaked from her rolled back eyes.
"Do it again,”he groaned into her ear, his breathing and thrusting seeming to
become almost desperate as he mercilessly plowed her into the wall. “Do it
again-Do it again-Do it again…." He was going to drive her insane before the
day was even up.
So why did that sound so great?
                                     -SR-
                                        
Meanwhile, nearly halfway across the world a certain frog found herself hopping
for her life somewhere deep inside the desert outside Death City in a rocky
area filled with plateaus and pillars of stone.
Eruka breathed deeply, calming her nerves as she came to a stop. "Finally got
away," she sighed with relief, her mind coming to terms with what she had just
experienced, with what that monster Medusa had done! Eruka swore that she would
get her back for what she did if it was the last thing she-
Something suddenly pushed down on Eruka's squishy back, forcing her to the
ground and holding her there. "My-my… that actually feel pretty good," the
little frog began shaking, recognizing the voice in an instant. "You know, I
think I could get used to this," Medusa smirked down at Eruka, her eyes
gleaming predatorily as she licked her lips.
"M-Medusa," she croaked. "How, how did you find me?"
"My darling little snakes of course," Medusa laughed, kneading her toes into
Eruka casually. "You honestly thought I wouldn't be able to keep track of my
own babies?"
"What do you want?" Eruka wheezed out as Medusa put more weight on her.
"Why I came to give you a proposition of course," Medusa crossed her arms,
amused by every noise the frog made as she squished it. "Think of it as a
bargain to take my snakes out of you safely," she smiled sadistically. “Unless
you’d prefer the alternative?”
Eruka slumped limply against the ground in defeat. "What do you need?" She
croaked miserably, open for anything that would get her out of this alive.
"Well, technically its two things I want from you, but we'll get to the life
threatening one later," Medusa pulled out her broom, still keeping Eruka wedged
beneath her foot. "Now, I'm going to let you go, and you are going to get on
this broom, understood?"
"Yes ma'am," she changed back to her human self the moment Medusa's foot
lifted.
Before she could get on the back of the broom however Medusa leaned in. "Did I
ask you to change back?" Eruka turned back into a frog instantly, shaking on
the broom as the snake witch leered down at her smugly. "Good girl."
                                       …
                                        
"Crona…" Maka whimpered miserably as he kissed along her thighs, she wanted his
cock to cum inside of her so badly! Why did he have to go and take it out just
to put her on this bed and spend an entire hour just playing with her body to
make her squirt? "S-stop teasing-" she squeaked as he bit into her leg,
nibbling the tender flesh and making her tear up a bit, he was being so mean!
"But your legs are so nice," he moaned, rubbing his cheek along the soft skin,
the smell of her arousal drifting to his nose. "And you're enjoying it," he
moved over to kiss her clit softly, making her squeeze him between her
wonderfully soft thighs. He massaged her hips slowly as he licked her nub,
enjoying the feeling of her legs wrapping around and squeezing his head, her
hands knotting in his hair as she trembled. He then gently pried her legs away
from him, smiling up at her as he kissed down her leg to her feet.
"I really like your legs," he took hold of one of her feet, kissing one of her
dainty toes, his lips moving on to brush against each individual one.
Maka shivered as he continued to kiss her foot, seeming to take extra time
there compared to the rest of her body. "You… you really like my feet, don't
you?" She asked, limply tapping his cheek with her other foot, a happy groan
leaving him as he suckled one of her pinkies. Maka looked up at the ceiling as
he continued on, her face burning at the feeling of his tongue swirling around
each toe, this was so strange… She looked back down at him, at how blissfully
happy he seemed to be there kissing her feet… "Crona," he glanced up at her.
"Can you lay down?"
"What for?" He asked with a frown as she pulled a foot away, only for his hips
to jump when she trailed a toe down his chest to poke into his tip gently, a
bead of his warm pre leaking out to coat its bottom. He trembled in excitement
at the thought of whatever it was that she was planning. "O-okay," he stood up,
giving her thigh once last parting kiss before rolling onto his back.
Maka stood up on weak legs and moved to sit down on his face, her hands coming
to rest on each side of it as she balanced herself on the surface of his mouth,
her own excited arousal dripping down onto his lips. She nudged reached out
with a food and nudged his length softly with it as he took hold of her hips,
his tongue licking along her slit appreciatively, she could actually feel the
boy’s smile against her. She trembled as she reached out with the other foot to
squeeze him between her soles hesitantly, watching a bead of pre dribble from
his tip as he let out a pleased moan that vibrated through his tongue as it
lazily scraped her walls. She then began to slide her feet across his length
slowly, stroking him once before she reached up and rested the toes of one foot
against his tips to then drag his length around beneath it. She had a crooked
smile on her face as she pushed down with her sole until till his length rested
flat against his stomach and let out an initial giggle as it snapped back up,
only for the mirth to die in her throat a bit of his hot pre was flicked onto
her cheek
She shivered in place, one of her hands reaching up to scrape the liquid from
her cheek, she wanted him to cum so bad… She took him between her feet once
more as she buried her click fingers into her mouth with a pleased groan, her
hold angling his tip towards her face as she began stroking him, her legs
cramping the tiniest bit as she continued with these movements she was so
unused to. The uncomfortable feeling was completely overpowered by the pleasure
she felt though as Crona doubled his efforts inside her, his tongue prodding
against spots within that made her nearly crush his length between the arches
of her feet. She watched his tip eagerly as more and more pre dripped down onto
his stomach from it, the darkened veins along his member tensing as he grew
close, her own climax nearing as his tongue wriggled and flexed deep inside
her.
She wanted it so, so, so bad! "Come on Crona," she whimpered, rolling her hips
along his mouth as she continued to jack him off with her feet. “Cum, cum,
pleasecum!"
She then moaned in elated celebration as one final glorious throb between her
feet signaled that his release had finally come, ropes of his thick potent
spunk splattering against her face and chest as his fingers dug into her hips,
a final stiff prod to her insides bringing her to her own peak. She came hard,
squirting across his chest as a final rope of semen hit her open mouth, the
scent and flavor of his cum setting her alight. She reached up along her body,
scraping up his sticky cum from her skin as her hands traveled before shoveling
it into her mouth, relishing the flavor as he continued to hold her where she
was, gently licking her sensitive pussy with sensual slowness.
She felt the aching need bubbling within her core as she finally disconnected
his wonderful tongue from her folds and dragged herself towards his still proud
cock. "Please cum inside this time…" She looked back at him with desperately
pained eyes as she managed to lift herself to his tip only to then let herself
go limp, a grimace of pleasure twisting her face as she reached to her belly to
rub along his heated length beneath her skin as he throbbed. "Please…"
she needed it.
Crona smiled brightly as she flexed around him. "You're soamazing," he sunk his
fingers into her hips then lifted her up slowly, feeling her tight heat suck at
him in a desperately bid to keep him inside. "I love you Maka," he suddenly
declared, making her moan as the heat inside her chest exploded into a
supernova of heartwarming bliss.
She leaned forward, holding herself up against his legs as she smiled brightly.
"I love-" she tensed as his length hit every spot inside her along its path to
her oversensitive cervix, only a moan escaping her mouth as he pulled her back
up, he was so incredible… She loved it. She loved him! She grit her teeth,
trying to keep her head together as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Is it good?" she
asked, flexing around him as he pushed her up. "Do I feel good Crona?"
"Yes," he groaned in response, eyes jamming shut at the feeling of her rippling
flesh surrounding him, she was so happy to hear him say that. "You're so good…"
her toes curled as her pleasure spikes, the feeling of his nails digging into
her hips with each squeeze he gave sending pleasant shivers down her spine.
She could feel him growing larger, his latest release approaching swiftly as he
used her, the knowledge that her womb would soon be flooded with his seed
suddenly planting an image in her brain that almost made her cum once again
right then and there: Her lying on a bed just like this, Crona’s cock buried
deep inside her already cum-stuffed pussy, his hands lovingly rubbing her
bloated belly as his lips happily sucked away at her swollen milky tits. Her
eyes rolled into the back of her head as she went limp, drool leaking out her
mouth as moans croaked out, her body spasming and releasing another clear
stream that soaked the bed between Crona’s outstretched legs.
It was so good…
                                      ...
 
 
                                        
Eruka honestly had no idea what Medusa had planned for her, but she knew that
it would no doubt be extremely cruel and unusually painful. She hopped down the
hall fearfully as she followed the elder witch until a sound reached her ears,
making her stop for a single moment. What was that? It sounded like someone
yelling… no not yelling, or even screaming for that matter… Eruka looked to
Medusa to see a satisfied and proud smile on the witch’s face as the frog
finally realized what it was.
"Is that moaning?" she croaked up to the woman, her fear steadily growing as
she caught back up.
"It is," Medusa answered, the smirk never leaving her face.
"What… what was it you wanted me to do exactly?" Eruka asked, more terrified
now of the answer than she was before.
"I think I'll leave it a surprise," she glanced back to the frog behind her
with a chuckle.
The moaning was becoming clearer the further down the hall Medusa took her, to
the point where Eruka could make out whoever it was chanting: “Crona! Crona!
Crona!” Over and over again. What was happening to this woman to make her
scream like this and why was Medusa taking her closer to whatever it was doing
it to her.
Medusa stopped them in front of a door at the end of the hall just as the
moaning began to taper off into slight muffled whimpers. "You can change now,"
Medusa waved lazily.
Eruka turned back to her human self in a crouch at the center of a plume of
smoke, her features alight with fear as she looked at the door. "W-what is
this?"
"A chance for a…" Medusa thought about it. "Mutually beneficial agreement I
suppose," she decided as she opened the door.
At first Eruka could only see a petite girl no bigger than herself bouncing on
a bed once the door opened up, but once Medusa tugged her inside she noticed a
familiar head of pink hair on a body lying beneath the girl. It was the boy she
had seen with Medusa at past meetings lying underneath the girl, but what was…
Her cheeks flared deeply when her dumbstruck mind finally put two and two
together and realized exactly what it was that the girl was bouncing on.
The blush only grew as she made out the utterly dumb-fucked expression on the
girl’s limp features. "What is this?!" Eruka gaped, momentarily startling Crona
into stopping.
Medusa smirked at Maka's blank stare as the girl giggled drunkenly. "Don't mind
us Crona, Mommy's just taking care of business," but Crona didn't continue and
instead sat up, an arm looking around Maka’s waist as he turned to look at the
two newcomers. "Oh, look at what you've done now, you've ruined the mood,"
Medusa chided with crossed arm despite the smirk deepening on her face.
"Medusa, w-who is this? What's going on?" Eruka took a step back, trying to
avoid looking at the two on the bed as Maka reached down between her legs in
clear view, her hands squeezing Crona’s girth lovingly in a weak plea for him
to start moving again.
"Well, my son here was just using his pet before you so rudely interrupted
them," Medusa went over to the bed and sat down beside him. "I think you owe
someone an apology," she noted sharply.
Eruka could hear the threat in Medusa's voice clear as day and stood up ram-rod
straight, trying not to stammer. "I-I'm sorry for interrupting you," she still
couldn't look at them, especially now that she could make out a little dribble
of white leaking from the girl’s folds.
"What's going on Medusa?" Crona repeated, looking Eruka over with a frown as
Maka managed to drag herself up a couple inches, giggling as she flopped back
down. "Who is this?"
"Honestly?" Medusa tilted her head, getting a better look at Maka's stretched
oozing slit as Eruka tried her best at the exact opposite. "I'm hoping she's
going to be your second pet."
Eruka's body went still. "What?"She croaked?
Medusa chuckled at the reaction and leaned over to rest her chin on her hand.
"You heard me," she replied casually.
"But… n-no, I…" she shook her head, it was all she could do. “W-Why?”
“Because, as you can no doubt see,” she gestured to the couple beside her on
the bed. “Spending so much time with a single girl can cause some…" she looked
over Maka's lustful expression as the girl weakly bounced herself along Crona's
length, words of love babbling beneath her breath. "Stress," she crossed her
arms once more. "And so, I feel that the only way to effectively keep his toys
in top condition is to moderate his interaction among many, many different
ones."
"You want me to…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"To have sex with him, yes," Medusa finished for her, giving the young witch a
patronizing smile. "You want to take care of that little problem of yours,
don't you?" Eruka swallowed, shaking a bit as her eyes drifted over to lock
with Crona’s
It couldn't be that bad right? He was just a little human kid, Medusa probably
just pumped a bunch of drugs and potions into this girl he was with to make her
like this in an attempt to scare Eruka. It definitely seemed like something
she'd do at least… "O-ok… I'll do it," she straightened herself up, trying to
look nonchalant about it.
"Of course you will," Medusa gave a knowing smile, turning back to Crona.
"Crona, do you think you could give Maka a break? She seems a bit tired," She
noted the drool absently leaking from the girl's mouth, just how much had he
done to her while she was gone?
Crona turned from his mother to look at Eruka again and then down to Maka in
his lap, he had been playing with her for quite a long time now… "Hey Maka?"
she groaned in response, her head lolling sideways against his neck. "You can
rest now," he placed a gentle kiss in her hair as she mewled lovingly in
response while he looked back to the frog witch. "So, I get to play with her
now?" he remembered her a bit now that he got to look at her, recognizing her
easily from the past meetings he had been allowed to watch, another witch:
Eruka he believed.
Medusa nodded in response. "Though, since little miss confident here feels so
comfortable with the situation," the witch leaned back, smiling devilishly.
"How about you let her take care of everything?"
Eruka shifted on her feet, trying to keep up her air of confidence. "yeah, just
let me take care of everything." Just get it over with Eruka, he probably
didn't even much down there, he was only a kid after all…
Crona eyed her with a light frown for a moment before giving a nod. "Ok then…"
Eruka watched silently as he hooked both arms around Maka’s waist to drag her
up… and up, and up.
Eruka's jaw went slack a Crona gently lay Maka’s numb body on its side next to
him, the boy’s entire cum-coated member free for her to see as Maka rolled
numbly against the bed, a bubble of white oozing from her wet lips. "Go on
Eruka," Medusa mocked her, taking pleasure at the sight of the disbelief in the
witch’s eyes. "Take care of it," she just stood there though, looking at the
twitching monster too scared to move. "Eruka…" Medusa's darkening voice made
her flinch back to reality.
She hesitantly stepped forward, getting up onto the bed and crawling over the
sheets to kneel before Crona, her eyes momentarily drifting to Maka and the
puddle of cum that was steadily growing beneath her sex. How much had he put
inside of her? Her eyes turned back to Crona's member as she wet her dry lips,
absolutely terrified as she thought about having never done something like this
before, ever. She still hadn't even had plain old sex yet let alone stoop to
something as dirty as this! She closed her eyes tightly and stuck out her
tongue, lowering her head to hesitantly lap at his tip, the salty taste of his
pre mixing with the juices left over by Maka to wet her tongue and ignite a
spark of heat deep in her chest. She licked at him again and again, cracking an
eye open to see his reaction to her ministrations as his flavor steadily spread
across her tongue his sweaty musk filled her nose. She noted how he seemed to
look bored, as if expecting more, and she felt a jolt of fear run through her.
if she didn't make him feel good then Medusa would…
She opened her mouth, forcing her lips around his bulbous head, the heat, smell
and taste of his thick meat making her lightheaded as she wrapped her mouth
around him. She sucked on him, moving her hands to stroke his shaft, feeling a
small relief as he groaned in response, a tiny spurt of his pre dripping out
onto her tongue causing her to tremble at the uniquely sweet and salty flavor.
She pushed on while trying to ignore it, her lips and hands continuing to suck
and stroke him, steadily milking more of the oddly pleasant taste onto her
tongue. Slowly but surely though he appeared to be becoming bored of it again,
driving Eruka to push forward and take more of him into her mouth to try and
keep him entertained.
She forced an inch at a time into her mouth with each bob of her head only to
come to a halt when it hit her throat and made her gag, unable to move any
further. Tears pricked her eyes as she set up a rhythm stroking what she
couldn't fit and licking the underside of his member as her lips sucked away on
whatever portion of his slick shaft it rested on. Crona placed a hand on her
head, his moans and the twitching of the cock in her mouth growing in their
frequency, each one filling her with hope and a strange sense of pride and
accomplishment as more of his tasty juices dribbled down her throat. She
certainly wasn’t prepared for his release when a final throb in her grip
signaled its coming. She had just gotten through pulling her lips back to
suckle his tip when the thick cum flooded into her mouth, its appearance so
sudden that she could stop from being startled off with a yelp, the rest of his
load coming out to paint her cheeks and the front of her dress.
Medusa laughed out loud at her as she coughed and wiped away tears and spunk
from her face. "Oh my, you're certainly skilled, aren't you?" she asked as
Eruka forced herself to swallow the little bit she had kept in her mouth, a
sigh escaping her lips as she wiped another glob of semen from her face, at
least it was over now… “H-Huh?” She whimpered in disbelief, he was still hard!
She couldn't believe it, yet there it was right in front of her still standing
as Medusa chuckled from her spot.
"It looks like you're not done yet," the snake-witch snickered, moving closer.
"Maybe you'll have better luck using another mouth," one of her hands slid over
Eruka's hip through her dress as the woman licked up a string of cum from the
frog-girl’s cheek. "I'll take care of him while you get yourself ready."
Eruka took a shaky breath as Crona sat there looking at her expectantly, his
mother bending low kissing him along his length, licking up all the semen Eruka
had left behind as the young witch shivered, is that what she had looked like…
She unconsciously began undressing herself, watching in wonder as the older
witch expertly took Crona's entire length in, her nose burying itself into his
patch of pubes as her hands took hold and massaged his bulbous balls, drawing
moans instantly from the boy as his head lolled back. Strangely enough she felt
no revulsion at the sight of this mother and son together in their incestuous
union, only jealousy as she watched how much pleasure Medusa was able to give
her wonderful boy. She wanted to be able to do that, to make him moan endlessly
and easily like that instead of nearly choked herself to death on him just to
earn one. She didn't even realize at first how absolutely insane that thought
sounded, how odd it was wanting to pleasure a boy she had just met as well as
his own mother could. It was so strange to want to make him feel so good when
she was being forced to do it…
She froze the moment she finally caught it, her stopping at the bottom half of
her clothes, her black-polka dot bra the only thing remaining of the top half.
"What did you do?" she asked as Medusa hummed and dragged her mouth from Crona,
eyeing the frog curiously. "W-w-what did you do to me?"
Medusa frowned, but then after a flash of realization in her eyes she smiled
and crawled over to the edge of the bed before Eruka. "Oh you finally noticed
did you?" she was impressed that she had noticed to say the least, though to be
fair Maka had no doubt noticed right as she was being broken as well, she had
just been in a much less commanding position is all. "Let me guess, you want to
do whatever it takes to make him feel good, don't you?" her smile darkened as
she leaned over, face directly in front of Eruka’s. "And you have no idea why?"
"What. Did. You. Do?" She trembled frozen in place as Medusa's hands went to
work removing the last of her clothes, undoing the frog-girl’s skirt until only
her matching polka-dot bra and panties remained.
"Oh, it was nothing I did,” she replied with faux innocence. “Just think of it
as a side effect of being intimate with my son," she led Eruka towards him, and
for whatever reason Eruka followed. "I've done the best that I could to infuse
madness into Crona's entire being," she kissed Eruka's ear, earning a whimper
as the girl was pulled back up onto the bed. "And it appears my efforts have
borne fruit here as well," she flicked Crona's tip, earning a hiss from the
boy. "But I suppose you'll have time to learn all about that after he's done
taking care of you," she said ominously while leading the girl down onto her
back.
"W-what do you mean?" she asked fearfully as Crona smiled above her then
kneeled between her legs.
"It's just a habit of his," Medusa sat down again and watched on eagerly as the
boy’s hands roamed around the young witch’s legs. "He loves making his girls
feel good, for whatever reason."
Crona tugged Eruka's panties away slowly as she sat there shaking, dragging
them up her legs as her sex was revealed to him. She looked kind of like
Medusa's, her flower was wide open already showing off its light pink folds
inside, her labia weren’t as puffy as his mother’s, and she was also just as
hairless as Maka was. The smell she gave off though was just as alluring and
perfect as his mother’s and Maka’s, one he gratefully breathed into his nose.
Eruka trembled as he smiled sweetly up at her. "Don't worry," he rubbed his
cheek against her thigh, the feeling of his skin on hers sending tingles across
her body. "I’ll make you feel good, I promise."
She had no chance to ask him what he meant as he suddenly licked her, her body
tensing as he swiped his tongue across her lips from bottom to top, a groan
vibrating through her as he took in her unique flavor. What was going on? Why
was she just letting him do this? It… it felt good sure but… but she didn't
even know him! And yet here she was just sitting there letting this complete
stranger lick between her legs as if they were lovers. She wanted to think more
on it, to try and figure out how to understand it all, but another suckle to
her clit set her mind crumbling as her hips jumped within the boy’s grasp. Why
did it feel so good? And why was he doing so much just to make her feel good
this way?
It made no sense, none of it did! It was insane! "It's strange isn't it?"
Medusa asked, chuckling as she watched Eruka’s face twist with pleasure. "Just
how good he is at this."
"W-why is he doing it?" She twitched as he slowly swirled his tongue around her
clit. "Why-" she threw her head back when he buried his lips into her cunt, his
tongue darting in deep.
"Why doesn't he just take you now?" Medusa finished for her as Eruka's hands
knotted in Crona's hair. "Because he has patience," she chuckled knowingly.
"And he's a very good boy."
Eruka gasped as he licked across a certain spot inside of her, his tongue
flicking in and out of her body, occasionally retreating to glide over her clit
before plunging right back in to assault each bundle of nerves buried with her
folds. Her nails bit into his scalp as her pleasure skyrocketed, her back
arching to push her aching sex further against the boy’s incredible mouth and
tongue, the wire that was her control fraying into a pathetically weak thing.
She then threw her head back and cried out with bliss when it inevitably
snapped, Crona’s tongue flattening against her quivering lips to catch up all
of her arousal as it came rushing out into his awaiting mouth. She panted and
sobbed, her hips continuing to spasm against him as he gave her a few more
licks to suck up all that was left of her otherworldly release.
Then he stood up as she continued to lay there completely limp, her mind trying
to come to terms with the fact that a complete stranger had made her feel this
way before she felt his hands slide beneath her, his fingers unclipping her bra
before sliding up to her chest. She whimpered as he pushed the cloth up and way
to let his lips lock around one of her rosy nipples while he palmed her other
petite breast, its size ever so slightly larger than Maka’s were.
"Yours are cute like Maka's," he sat upright, their eyes meeting as he lay his
length flat against her quivering folds. "But you're a lot more confident than
she is," he leaned down, his elbows resting on each side of her head as he
kissed the corner of her mouth. "It's nice," he whispered as he brushed his
lips across hers, her eyes fluttering closed.
Her arms drifted up to wrap around his head as she met him, his lips soft
against her own as she couldn't stop herself from giving in and enjoying the
feeling of his tongue swiping across her upper lip. She hugged him tightly,
deepening the kiss as she let him be free to roam her mouth, she just didn't
care anymore after what he had just done to her. Medusa was going to make her
stay and continue to do this with him no matter what she did, Eruka wasn’t
stupid, she knew that she had no chance of getting away… So why not enjoy it?
And as Crona's length shifted so that his dripping cockhead could prod at her
entrance she couldn't help but do just that as they lay there and enjoyed each
other’s heat soaking between their bodies.
Still though, she couldn’t stop the light jolt of fear that passed through her
as his tip poked inside, something that Crona noticed. "What's wrong?" He
looked at her with such gentle eyes, as his hips retreated.
Eruka glanced over to Medusa as the witch stared back with a smirk. "I… I'm
still a…" she mumbled the last bit.
"A what?" Crona frowned, not understanding.
She jammed her eyes shut. "I’m still a virgin!" She cried out, everything
coming to a halt for a single moment before a pit of despair welled up in her
heart the second she felt him pull away from her, her eyes snapping wide in
response, Was that bad? Would he stop because of that?
She was terrified of what was about to happen next… only for nothing to happen
aside from Crona shifting to sit down on his butt while patting his lap. "I… I
can be gentle," he smiled at her sweetly, stunning her more than anything, she
hadn't expected him to just stop everything for her sake… Her cheeks flared as
her chest fluttered, he was so kind…
Medusa just rolled her eyes though. "Really Crona?" she sighed, shaking her
head. "Just take her already, she'll end up the same way no matter what you
do."
Crona shook his head however, his features stern as he did his best to meet her
stare. "She's mine, I-I can do what I want with her."
Medusa felt another proud smirk on her lips as she witnessed the slight
defiance. "Oh fine, I’ll let you spoil your pets," she let a hand glide down
over her clothed sex. "But you owe me…"
Eruka shivered as she watched the exchange, her body feeling so very cold there
until she looked to Crona who sat before her radiating with such a heartwarming
glow. She rolled onto her knees and crawled over to settle herself into his
lap, a sudden jolt rushing through her mind and making her feel as if it were
the most natural thing ever. She leaned into him, holding onto him tightly as
she pressed her cheek into the crook of his neck, her frightened breaths coming
in and out quickly as he took hold of her hips, sliding her across his tip, her
arousal soaking across his length.
"Please be gentle," she croaked out the reminder as his tip poked back inside,
a gasp escaping her as he pushed a single inch into her, then another, and so
on.
When he finally came to rest against her barrier she tensed up only to feel him
stop as his cheek nudged against hers, urging her to move from his chest to see
his kind smiling face looking back at her. He brushed his lips against hers and
she gratefully met them, her teeth locking around his bottom lip as he made the
effort to offer up something to take her attention away from what was to come.
Still though, nothing could make her ignore the feeling of his thick girth
suddenly ramming through her virginity to her deepest point all in one single
earth-shattering thrust. Tears pricked her eyes as she bit into his lip, the
coppery taste of his blood coating her tongue while his massive member throbbed
and flexed within her, each little movement stretching her tunnel painfully
from beginning to end. But the longer they sat there, as Crona took the time to
kiss the tears away, as the taste of his blood on her lips faded away, she
couldn't help but notice the little spark of pleasure that came alight within
her belly through all the pain. Crona leaned forward, gently pushed her back
down into the sheets, his length throbbing with his heartbeat inside of her as
she looked up at him, her eyes almost glowing like they had hearts in them as
he looked back patiently. He was so amazing, this boy she barely even knew, he
took the time to make her feel good, he made her first time as pleasant as he
could and now he was waiting for her permission to move?
She nodded without hesitation, a long moan leaving her as Crona pulled back a
single inch to rock back in, his tip giving her cervix the gentlest of kisses.
"H-Harder…" she groaned, getting her wish immediately, her head falling back as
he removed a quarter of his length to rock back in, then half to thrust back
in, then all the way to his tip to then slam back in. That final action though
caused her to do something which made him freeze in place: She croaked out with
the cutest little ribbit as he bottomed out inside her again.
He shivered as she opened her heavy eyes to desperately beg him in silence.
"Do… d-do that again," Crona gripped her hips tightly, rolling his own into
her, letting his bulbous cockhead smother the entrance of her womb, the act
dragging that sound past her lips only longer as he slid back. "Again…" she did
so as he filled her back up, pleasure filled tears beginning to leak from her
eyes as he set to begin a pace of rough fucking into her folds. "Again!"
His thrusts became harder with every sound she made, tearing more and more
little ribbits and croaks from her mouth as she clenched around him. "Crona-
" she cried out, nails digging into his back till they drew blood. "Please!"
She begged, tears continuing to fall from her eyes as he tensed within her, his
thrusts slowing to their most brutal form, his cock head bashing against her
deepest point repeatedly as her folds rippled around him in a desperate bid to
milk him into her.
Her actions quickly found success as he throbbed widely and pulled out only to
give her one last bed-creaking thrust. Eruka’s teeth locked into his shoulder
as she screamed, the feeling of Crona's boiling seed pumping into her snapping
the last thread of rationality she had left. His lewd heat steadily filled her
to the brim as the boy’s unnaturally tailored madness overwhelmed her mind
while his magnificent cock molded her body. She went limp beneath him as his
semen continued to splatter within her, her arms dropping from his back down to
the sheets as her mind slowly crumbled from the intensity of her orgasm.
She belonged to him now, she knew that now as his seed settled within her
packed womb, the sticky heat marking this place as his forever. "I love you…"
she croaked as he kissed one of the dots on her mouth. "I love you…" she
whimpered as Crona gave her another thrust, his still hard length throbbing
within her as their lips met once again, her pleasure filled sobs echoing into
his mouth.
Crona smiled at her as their lips parted. "I love you too."
His mother shook her head with a grin. "Madness is truly a beautiful thing,"
she thought to herself as the two began to go at it again, embracing each other
like the most intimate of lovers.
She briefly wondered what it'd be like if Crona would act like that with her,
treating her like a delicate flower… She pushed the thought away immediately
though, her thoughts turning instead to the memories of her son’s hot potent
spunk showering her womb as she was fucked from behind like a lowly dog waiting
to be bred. She shivered to herself as her son continued to make love with his
newest pet, semen dotted with faint streaks of red leaking into a puddle
beneath their joined hips with every thrust he gave her. Her eyes then shifted
to the passed-out Meister lying on Crona’s other side, specifically to the
white that had settled into a solid mass just outside of her lips.
She needed to give her son another mission and soon, that was the only thought
going through Medusa’s head as she dug a hang beneath her clothes to tend to
her aching cunt as she continued to watch her boy claim a new girl.
***** Wagering With the Pistols *****
Chapter Summary
     After a rough start to his day filled with a pleasurable punishment
     and disappointing blue-balls Crona is sent out to collect the souls
     captured by a powerful Kishin Egg with a love for the seas. His task
     leads him to an encounter with another team from the DWMA: A rude boy
     with stripes in his hair, and a lovely pair of girls he gladly adds
     to his collection.
     The Thompson Sisters have no idea what they're in for...
Eruka groaned, her entire body sore as she steadily awoke the next day, but she
swiftly forgot all about meaningless aches when she opened her eyes to Crona's
peaceful face lying asleep in front of her. She spent a second just staring at
him as he slept, admiring his soft features which seemed almost comically out
of place given what hung between his legs, the tiniest of smile tugging at her
lips the whole time. She still couldn't believe that she had fallen in love
with him after one night, especially after she was forced to spend it with him,
and sentiment seemed all the stranger given that she knew that it due to an odd
form of madness, yet she couldn't bring herself to care in the least. He was so
kind, so adorably sweet that part of her felt that she could have fallen for
him if they had met under different circumstances and gotten to know each
other.
She sighed softly as she pushed herself out of the bed, shivering as the cold
air touched her bare skin, she needed to go find Medusa and ask her for one of
her potions, though at the same time a small part of her ignited with a spark
of excitement at the prospect of Medusa refusing to give her one. The thought
of carrying Crona's child… That thought was banished however when she turned to
find two vials lying on the dresser beside the bed, a faint sense of
disappointment welling up within her. She should have known better, Medusa
would never let her have an excuse to relax until the witch was finished using
her. Eruka sighed while grabbing one of the vials, the cork letting loose a
loud pop as she took it out.
She then heard a groan behind her, turning as she continued to drink to see the
other girl moving around on Crona’s other side, rubbing her eyes lightly.
"Hey," Eruka greeted and picked up the other potion. "Maka was it?"
Maka nodded weakly. "Yeah," she gave Eruka a small smile. "Nice to meet you."
Eruka smiled back. "Here," she tossed the vial over, Maka catching it with ease
despite her equally sore body. "I take it Medusa told you what those are for?"
Maka nodded, pulling the cork out of her potion. "I was here about a day before
you."
Eruka laughed in disbelief as she lay back on the bed while Maka chugged her
potion in one go. "How are you even still moving?"
Maka shrugged, humor tugging at her mouth. "Guess I'm just resilient."
Eruka chuckled, eyes drifting back to Crona before she let out a breath, still
overwhelmed by all that had happened. "So… we're his sex slaves huh?" she
asked, smirking at the absurd prospect while Maka laughed softly
She nodded to herself while glancing down to the subject of their conversation.
"I guess so…" she leaned against him, hugging him close. "Though it really
doesn't feel like it, he's so gentle after all."
"Speaking of gentle…" Eruka glanced down at Maka's body, barely understanding
how she had really lasted so long. "Did it hurt?" she asked, trying to make
conversation. "When you two did it the first time?"
Maka shook her head. "Not really," she kissed his cheek. "I broke myself during
acrobatic training with my weapon partner a while back," another laugh came
then. "Not to mention the fact that I was so high on his madness at the time
that I probably wouldn't have noticed if he broke a finger."
Eruka frowned. "You're a Meister?"
Maka nodded. "Yeah…" she then frowned herself. "Well, I guess I used to be,"
she stared up at the ceiling. "Now that I don't have a weapon that is."
"What happened to your weapon?" Eruka asked, noting that Maka didn't sound all
that sad as she said it.
"Crona left him alive back where he captured me from," she laughed then,
shivering a bit as a crooked smile twisted onto her lips. "Hard to believe I'm
having sex with the same person that kidnapped me isn't it?" she sounded a
little excited as she said it.
Eruka could understand how she felt. "Well, I was threatened into doing it by
his homicidal mom, and yet here I am in the same exact boat," she set her head
again his shoulder. "I guess we should count ourselves lucky he turned out to
be such a good kid."
"No kidding, it could have ended up worse," Maka's hand drifted down Crona's
body, brushing against his crotch. "Much worse…" she gripped him gently, her
touch coaxing him to hardness.
"Yeah… I still can't believe how big he is," Eruka set her hand on his tip as
it continued to swell, a faint sensation of wetness pressing into her palm. "It
felt like he was ripping me in half when he put it inside."
"But then he starts moving," Maka stroked him further, cheeks flaring as the
boy throbbed under their touch. "When he hits all the right points because he
just so big," she shivered, pressing her thighs together.
"And when he finishes inside," Eruka's face flushed with arousal as Crona began
to react outwardly to their touch, his hips rising and falling ever so
slightly. "It feels like you're on fire," he was getting so worked up, his
breaths were becoming heavier, his skin burning as his tip wept.
Maka swallowed at the sight of the massive thing in her grip. "W-we should
probably take care of that."
"Yeah," Eruka nodded, feeling the same way as she squeezed his spongy tip.
They slid down his body together, pushing themselves up onto their knees with
their faces level with his length. "Can I have him first?" Maka sounded almost
desperate.
Eruka nodded with a wave. "Go right ahead, I'm not very good at it anyway," she
lowered herself down, her nose pressing into his heavy sack while her tongue
darted out to swipe over it, a droopy-eyed smile on her lips at the sound of
his unconscious gasp.
"Well neither am I," Maka took hold of him. "Doesn't mean I won't try my best
though," she licked his tip, shivering at the ridiculously addictive flavor,
she hadn't had him in her mouth since the first time and she wanted to fix that
ASAP.
She didn't take in much of him, but with Eruka playing with him just below her
they were able to heat him up quickly through their combined efforts. The smell
of his musk flooded their noses, heating up their own bodies and driving them
forward with their suckling, licking and stroking, their motions becoming
harder and faster in an attempt to force his thick churning balls to release
their prize as quickly as possible. Maka pushed herself to take him in deeper,
taking in inch and inch till she managed to tap him against her throat, moaning
at the sensation as her lips briefly brushed against Eruka's.
Eruka’s eyes were drawn to the faint trickle of drool dripping out the corner
of the girl’s mouth as bobbed her head. "He's going to be cumming soon," she
eyed a twitching vein on his shaft and licked over it just as Maka went down
again, her tongue lightly brushing over the Meister’s lips. "Please don't
swallow all of it," she mumbled while kissing the vein the second the girl
pulled back, nibbling Crona’s shaft gently as she gave his balls a squeeze.
That's what did him in, that’s what made Crona gasp and back into Maka's mouth,
hitting the back of her throat and making her briefly gag. The Meister
struggled to pull herself back in time as the rush traveled through his shaft,
her mouth wrapping around his tip just as the first spurt came. She moaned as
his thick hot flavor flooded her mouth, driving her mad with his delectable
spunk as it drained down her welcoming throat. She swallowed repeatedly, trying
her best just to keep herself on and not let a single drop be wasted, almost
forgetting to refrain from swallowing up all that was left as his member
finally ceased its release. Maka let her mouth gape around his length, slowly
removing him from her white-washed lips, a few thin strings of his potent
batter still connecting her tongue to his twitching tip.
Eruka smiled at the sight of his cum settling into a little pool in the girl’s
mouth, her hands coming up to rest against Maka's shoulders. "Thank you," she
said with deep gratitude before leaning in to kiss Maka, forcing her tongue
into the Meister’s mouth to dip into the sticky treat.
Maka moaned as Eruka leaned into her, pushing her down onto her back as Crona
began to awake behind them, his length still painfully swollen. Crona’s eyes
cracked open and blinked into a confused frown as he noticed the bed shaking
beneath him, only for him to freeze on the spot as he found Eruka lying on top
of Maka. He shivered in place as he saw their tongues seeming to almost battle
each other over the white coating the inside of Maka’s mouth, and a quick
glance down to his lightly sticky member told him just what it was fought over
as they remained completely oblivious to him. His cock twitched as his eyes
roamed down to their bare dripping sexes, the two dripping slits so close that
their clits occasionally bumped and caused the two to tremble and buck against
each other, the smell of their twin arousals setting his cheeks on fire with
embarrassment and excitement.
It had to come to an end eventually though and with one final swipe of Eruka’s
tongue she rolled off the lightheaded giggling Maka, her tongue flicking out to
catch the leftover cum from her lips as she finally took notice of Crona. "Good
morning," she waved, smiling sweetly.
Maka laughed airily, her eyes still hazy. "Hi," she waved lazily.
"Good morning…" Crona could just stare.
Eruka's hand drifted down to her sex, spreading herself for him. "Crona…" she
groaned, her body begging for his touch.
He snapped himself out of it at the sound, though he still trembled excitedly
from the fact that he made them this way in his sleep as he pushed himself up
onto his knees. "A-are you ok?" he asked, remembering Eruka's tears from the
night before.
Eruka nodded, her lustful smile softening at the tenderness of the boy. "I'm
fine, thank you for asking," she ran a hand up her slick slit, a pair of her
fingers spreading it open with a V. "Let me prove it?"
Crona looked over to Maka, the girl so drunk on his madness and the high of the
recent cum-swapping that she barely noticed him, contenting herself to just
touching herself, giggling the whole time. He felt that she was enjoying
herself enough that he could play with Eruka without making the Meister feel
left out, he wanted to be fair after all. He set himself down in front of
Eruka, nudging her hands away with his own, holding her open with his thumbs as
her own fingers wove into his hair, her excitement evident as she dripped onto
the sheets. Her scent was even more intense now, her groans from each of his
breaths on her sensitive lips guiding Crona as he leaned in, his lips brushing
up to kiss Eruka's bud, smiling at her muffled squeal as she bit her lip and
arched into his mouth.
Crona's hands slid down her sides to grip her modest ass, holding her up
against his mouth as her legs wrapped around his head, her nails digging into
his hair. She could get used to this, waking up every morning to Crona making
her feel incredible, especially once Medusa was through with her. She shivered
at the possibilities, a sudden though flashing through her mind: Eruka on all
fours, a contraceptive potion lying unused in front of her as Crona rammed into
already well-fucked passage, the feeling of his seed settling within her and
filling her with his children sending a jolt of euphoria through her entire
being. She screamed, her thighs locking around his head as her climax came just
from the thought of being bred by the perfect tenderhearted stud currently
eating her out like her folds were a five-star meal. She groaned, feeling Crona
drink it all up with a happy smile, his occasional sucking around her nub
flashing stars in front of her eyes, blinding her with the pleasure as she
rocked her hips against his face. Crona gave a few last swiped through her lips
before he let her drop onto the bed at last, her body limp, her mind blank as
his member throbbed painfully between his knees, dripping with excitement as he
closed in intent on skewering Eruka till she croaked again.
But then the door opened, startling the two still coherent lovers on the bed.
"Crona, are you-" Medusa stopped the second she could take in the scene, her
eyes shifting from initial surprise to exasperation. "Oh honestly," she rolled
her eyes, closing the door behind her with a shake of her head. "I leave you
alone for not even half an hour, even go so far as to kindly leave your pets a
pair of potions, expecting you all to behave yourselves and this is what you
do?" she eyed Maka's giggling form and she softened slightly."Well… I suppose
at least that worked out," she mumbled vaguely while crossing her arms. "Eruka,
go and get cleaned up, it's time for that second job I told you about" she
smiled at Eruka's dissatisfied groan, the heat inside the frog-witch cooling
down as the mood died. "And take Maka with you while you're cleaning up, there
are some tests I need to run on her and I’d prefer if she didn’t reek like
sweat and cum."
Crona winced as his length throbbed, she wasn’t going to leave him like this
was she? "B-but Lady Med-"
"No buts Crona," Medusa focused on him. "Everyone here has a job to do, even
you,” she continued with a point. “You've got a mission to take care of, now go
clean up and get yourself ready."
Crona swallowed, his unsatisfied lust clouding his judgment for the briefest of
moments. She always did this! Why did she always keep him from enjoying
himself?! "... No."
Medusa's eyebrow quirked, mouth twitching humorously as Eruka froze. "Excuse
me?"
Crona trembled in place slightly, his hands tightened into fists. "T-they're my
pets, I-I can use them when I want," fear was beginning to settle in though,
his grip faltering as he realized what he’d just done: He had just told his
mother no, he had said no! "Please let me finish," he croaked, unable to
believe what had just happened.
Medusa chuckled, barely believing it herself. "Eruka, take Maka, now, I need to
have a little chat with Crona."
Eruka shivered at the tone of her voice before forcing herself to move as she
picked the barely conscious Maka up. "Please don't hurt him," she begged under
her breath.
Medusa just smiled at that though. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of hurting him Eruka,"
she set a hand on the frog-girl’s cheek, and for whatever reason Eruka believed
the statement. "I love him after all," she looked back at Crona who was shaking
further now, his eyes downcast with shame and terror. "No, I'm just going
to… discipline him," Eruka nodded shakily, taking Maka with her as she exited
the room, hoping beyond hope that Crona would be ok. When the door closed
behind her Medusa sat down on the bed, facing away from her son. "So… little
Crona said no," she leaned back on her hands, eyes scanning the ceiling as she
pondered something. "Are you sorry?" She asked, turning to eye him up out of
the corner of her eye.
Crona swallowed, forcing his gaze up to meet hers. "… No," he was terrified of
the consequences for the answer, but he wasn't sorry for snapping like. "I… I-
I should be allowed to be with Eruka and Maka whenever I want… I-I earned
them," his fists were tightly clenched again as he tried to make himself seem
taller. “They’re mine.”
Medusa was impressed to say the least. "That's true, you did earn them," she
brought her legs up, brushing a bare toe against his leg and making a tremor
roll through him. "But you need to remember something Crona," she pressed her
foot against his chest, pushing him onto his back as his stare flicked between
her toes and her face. "They are a privilege, and as your mother I have the
right to tell you when you can and cannot have them," she eyed his still
painfully hard length. "And it seems that I have to remind you that I'm still
the one in charge," she poked his tip with her toe, pushing his length against
his stomach, smiling as he winced.
She pulled her foot back, letting his member stand tall once more as she
reached out with the other leg to sandwich his tip between her soles, coaxing a
bead of pre from his slit. "My-my, just look at you," she chuckled, smearing
the pre across one of her arches before bringing it back to his length, letting
her skin glide easier. "Getting so hot and bothered by your mother's feet, such
a filthy boy," she could feel him twitching with each of her demeaning words.
"Hold it," she ordered as he gasped, his prick growing hotter beneath her
touch, his perverted cock swelling up with jizz beneath her toes.
He was gripping the sheets so tightly, gasping with each squeeze she gave him.
"Medusa…" he groaned, thrusting up into her slick feet. "Please!"
His smiled down at him, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing as she placed her
sole against his tip. "Alright," the reaction was instant, he erupted against
her, the heat making her shiver as he painted the bottom of her foot again and
again with his thick ropes of cum, his hips jumping and smearing the white up
and down the length of her foot. She smiled smugly when he finally collapsed,
panting in front of her as his burning release dripped and slid from her foot.
"Crona," she moved the coated appendage to the front of his face, making his
nose crinkle at the smell of his release. "Clean up your mess please."
He looked at her uncompromising face and winced, shutting his eyes tight as he
stuck his tongue out to hesitantly lick up a bit of his semen from her foot,
forcing himself to swallow his release as he grimaced further at the strange
flavor. He’d tasted himself before sure, it’d be impossible not to when he’d
fuck his partners full of his loads and eat them out or kiss them lovingly the
very next day, but their unique tastes and scents always served to overwhelm
it. Here though, he got the full package, the taste and texture of his climax
making him scowl slightly in disgust, unable to see what it was that could make
the three women possibly enjoy drinking this stuff up like they did. Medusa
though, Medusa had a wide smirk on her lips, enjoying herself quite a bit as
she watched her son lick his essence from her foot with, shivering with each
uncomfortable swipe of his tongue across her skin till it was clean.
She tilted and rolled her foot, looking it over as her son sat back miserably.
"Very good Crona," Medusa set her freshly cleaned foot back down, watching him
swallow the last of himself and groan with visible disgust. "Now, are you ready
to go get cleaned up so I can tell you about your mission?" He nodded, his
discomfort obvious as she smiled at him and leaned in. "And Crona?" he looked
at her, frightened as his mind raced with the possibilities of whatever else
she could do to him as punishment. "I just wanted to let you know…" she put a
hand on his thigh, her face in front of his. "I may be in charge as of right
now-" she kissed him, gently to his surprise, tilting their heads so that she
could drool her sweetness into his mouth, the flavor of his punishment washing
away beneath the wave of her saliva. "But that's only because you aren't strong
enough yet to tell me what to do like your pets," she whispered then leaned
down and took his softening length into her mouth, sucking up from base to tip,
her lips gathering up all that had fallen from her foot before she pulled back,
her throat rippling as she swallowed up what she had taken, watching him harden
again at the display. "So keep getting stronger Crona, and we'll see what
happens," she then abruptly stood up and left him, unsatisfied but thoughtful
about what she had said.
"That should motivate him," she thought to herself as she closed the door only
for her knees to quake as her back met the wall.
Her hand trailed down between her legs, rubbing her aching folds through her
clothes as she panted and shook, her mind racing with a dozen madness born
images that only fueled her arousal. How long would it be before he'd be
commanding her do such degrading things like that? To shove her down and make
her listen to him? She shivered at the thought of being thrown down and
dominated as she had been the first night. The thought of being beaten and
bruised, her pussy raped and bred by her stud of a son, cruel words of hate and
disgust spilling from his mouth as he mistreated her and used her body as
nothing but a tool. Hopefully after this mission he'd be that much closer to
making these growing desires within her a reality…
                                       …
                                        
It was strange, flying with Ragnarok, and it felt even stranger to him as they
flew over the foggy water as he thought about how the wings coming from his
back were abstractly skeletal, nothing but the frame and yet Ragnarok could
still push them through the air with them. They may actually grow bigger once
they were through with this mission though, Crona had recently began to notice
that with each soul they ate the wings filled out just a little bit more just
like how Ragnarok’s sword increased in size. After a little longer Crona’s
ponderings came to an end as spotted his mission peek through the fog, the
outline of a large, massively so, boat standing out within the white. A sudden
explosion on top of the deck caught his attention and stopped him in the air
above as his eyes were drawn to a pair of figures: A black-haired boy in a suit
and a blonde-girl in skimpy short-cropped clothes jumping out of a hole. He
beat the wings absently as he circled the boat a bit, his eyes travelling
through the fading clouds to settle upon another two individuals: A girl
dressed almost exactly like the other and the pirate Kishin-egg that he’d been
sent to eliminate.
"Hey Crona," Ragnarok suddenly spoke up, startling the boy and making them
falter in the air for a moment. "Wanna make a wager?"
Crona frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What kind of wager…" Ragnarok
usually did all he could to mess with him. "I don't think I could deal with
doing any more embarrassing things today."
Ragnarok chuckled in response. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna make you do
anything weird like that sicko mom of yours," a tendril poked out of Crona's
chest, pointing towards the pirate below them. "I bet my share of dinner
tonight that you can't kill that guy from all the way up here."
Crona stopped circling the boat, turning to look at his back. "Really?"
"Yeah why not?" Ragnarok formed his blade in Crona's hand. "You're pretty good
at aiming, but that guy is really far away," Ragnarok's mouth smiled
unnaturally wide on the sword. "Come on, what have you got to lose?" His dinner
for one…
Crona gave the boat another circle, watching as the girls glowed pink and flew
into the boy's hands while the pirate sat there laughing at them, his eyes
narrowing as they became a pair of twin pistols. So, they were academy students
like Maka then? Crona felt a similar jolt of excitement run through him, a
knowing snigger rumbling through Ragnarok as the blade saw the unhinged smile
beginning to form on the boy’s face as they came to a stop, the mast of the
boat between them and their target now but the thing’s soul standing out clear
as day. Maybe Medusa wouldn't mind if he took a few more… Crona held the
thought off for later as he hefted the sword in his hand, trying to judge the
distance between him and the pirate, he'd think about it more after he finished
his mission and beat those three. He needed to focus now because this could end
up being very, very bad for him if he ended up missing and lost all that blood
while giving away his position.
"Ok, I guess I can give it a try…" he lifted the sword over his shoulder just
as the pirate tore out a flintlock aiming for the suited boy’s head.
Then he threw, the blade whistled through the air as it closed in on the ship
in nearly an instant going completely unnoticed by everyone onboard until it
was too late. Ragnarok pierced through the fabric of the mast, tearing a
massive hole inside it from the force behind him, before piercing through the
back of the pirate’s skull. The students watched in shock as the top half of
the pirate’s head shifted, the upper portion of his jaw disconnecting from the
bottom as it fell to roll across the wood, though strangely enough the body
kept floating above its now severed head…
Ragnarok was displeased by this turn of events to say the least. "Freaking show
off," he flew them down. "Whatever, I'm getting a buffet to eat anyway, I don't
give a damn about your stupid dinner," he grumbled while dropping them onto the
deck.
Crona walked up and pulled the sword from the floorboards, the academy boy not
doing anything to stop him as he watched the pinkette with a deep glare. Crona
stumbled slightly then gave a lazy slash towards the pirate, splitting his
torso in half this time, the body finally falling to the ground in a heap. He
then bent backwards, his head almost touching his ankles as he took Ragnarok in
both hands. He stabbed the sword back into the floorboards. "Ragnarok?" the
sword's mouth split open across the blade in a wide-toothed grin. "Scream
resonance."
The ringing began immediately, Crona’s shoulders shaking as Ragnarok vibrated
between his palms, the pitch and volume of the scream growing higher with each
passing second until Crona was screaming himself as the deck of the boat began
glowing a vibrant blue. The souls they had been here sent to collect popped out
of the boat by the dozen, all flying up to surround Ragnarok's awaiting mouth
as Crona tore him out of the wood and lifted him above his head. They all came
at the sword at once the very next heartbeat, slamming into Ragnarok’s gaping
maw with enough force to drive Crona back a good few feet.
Then, within a second, they were all gone and Crona was straightening himself
back up, feeling a little confused as he walked back to where he had been,
looking at the academy students as the suited-boy gripped his partner’s
tightly. Usually it hurt when he ate souls and made Ragnarok stronger, so why…
A sharp pain erupted in Crona's chest, his back arching at the sudden feeling
of a spike driving through his heart, there it was… Crona doubled over at the
growing pain as Ragnarok flooded back inside the boy, moving the majority of
his mass towards the boy's back to then exploded outwards, rushing to form into
his massive body, as Crona screamed in agony below him. Ragnarok sat there for
a moment, just panting as Crona's scream withered off into a whimper while he
clutched his throbbing skull, the black beast’s body rippling and bubbling as
it began to change.
Everything felt like it was on fire, he couldn't think straight, he could
barely even stand up! Why did everything have to keep hurting him? He had been
feeling so happy with his life as it had been so why today have to suddenly
come in and ruin it by making him feel so bad all the time?! He then let out a
broken giggle, his body straightening up as his arms fell limply to his sides.
"Hey?" he addressed the boy in front of him. "Did you know my blood is black?"
he asked, briefly noticing as Ragnarok's head slid alongside his, when had his
face gotten longer? Crona giggled again silently, a sudden thought about how
funny Ragnarok looked now with his tongue flicking around out of his elongated
mouth.
The suited-boy just glared at him though. "You," Crona frowned as the boy took
up a strange stance, why would he say it like that? Did Crona know him from
somewhere? "Where is Maka?" the boy demanded.
Crona's frown deepened. "You know Maka?"
"Where is she?!" the boy yelled. "What did you do to her?"
"Why would I do anything to her?" Crona didn't understand why this boy was so
angry. "I didn't have to eat her soul, I was allowed to keep her instead, so I
did."
“Keep her?” The boys glare deepened. "Creatures like you disgust me."
Crona felt a jolt of irritation, why would he say something so rude? Ragnarok
dissolved and formed into his blade, the new weight added to it almost throwing
Crona off balance and taking his mind off the mean comment he had just heard.
Crona glanced at the sword, wondering when Ragnarok had gotten so big only to
look back to see the rude boy had disappeared, then the next thing Crona knew
he was up in the air with something hard pressing into his back.
"Power hungry thieves is all you'll ever be!" A sharp pain in Crona's spine
followed the boy's words as he was blasted up by the force. "What exactly is it
that people like you hope to gain from what you're doing?" Dozens of little
impacts slammed into Crona's body, bringing a little whine from his throat from
the incessant stinging! It hurt and it was annoying and Crona didn't know how
to deal with someone other than Ragnarok doing that kind of stuff! "You go and
eat and steal anything you can find and for what? Some fear you want to get rid
of? Some goal you were too lazy to follow the right way?" The shots were coming
in faster, lifting Crona higher before they suddenly stopped before the academy
boy's legs were wrapped around Crona's head, the pistols digging into his
cheeks. "If you were really worth something," the guns clicked. "Then you'd
strengthen your soul instead of drawing off the strength of others."
Crona was blown downward, smashing straight through the wooden floor, his body
cracking through the next floor partially before it came to a stop. He lay
there for a bit then, wondering about what the boy had said about what Crona
had wanted to gain from being a Kishin. It would probably have been true, what
the boy had said about him being afraid, that is of course if Crona were still
living the way he had been before Medusa's new rewards, but now? He wasn't all
that afraid anymore, so what was it that he wanted now?
"Screech Beta," he slashed upwards absently, frowning through the destruction
that followed as he contemplated the thought: What was it that he wanted now?
Well, for now at least he knew that he really wanted this mean boy to be blown
away. Ragnarok pushed him up into the air through the jagged hole the boy had
blown out of the boat and then held them up there as Crona looked down onto the
ship. "Ragnarok?" he asked, hefting the blade over his shoulder. "Make these
big please," his soul bloomed out around him, the violet orb pulsing around his
body.
Crona noticed something out of the corner of his eye as Ragnarok charged up,
the little thing hopping around on the ship as black lighting arced into
Ragnarok's blade from the orb that surrounded them. It was yelling something
directed towards Crona, but the boy was too high up to catch any of garbled
things it slurred out, it was annoying though and just gave Crona yet another
reason to blow the ship up.
The outline of Crona's soul disappeared from around him, Ragnarok’s blade now
growing a deep purple. "Screech Alpha," and with that simple utterance he
slashed down, a beam of blade lancing out from Ragnarok's blade to then
disappear into the wood of the ship, a clean line splitting through its
entirety right down the middle, but the boy didn't stop at just that. Crona
slashed down again and again, slicing line after line into the wood around the
scrambling academy boy as the hopping thing split into pieces with each of his
attacks, screaming in agony.
Then with one final slash the last thing Crona saw was the academy boy's
stunned face looking up at him before the ship disappeared in a vicious
onslaught of vibrant black screams that erupted in every direction. Pieces of
wood flew everywhere, a few slicing through the air around Crona but missing in
the end as he pondered the massive hole his actions had blown out of the ocean,
the abyss he had carved out steadily filling back up with water as the larger
remains of the scuttled ship swirled down into the deep blackness. Crona
scanned over the wreckage as the waves began to settle, looking for any signs
of the students he’d seen onboard when a pair pink lights flashing near a
larger piece of the boat still above the water caught his eye. Crona flew over,
the silhouettes of the two girls he had seen beforehand becoming clearer the
closer he got, they were floating against a piece of wood, unconsciously
hanging onto it. Crona dropped down onto the wood, wobbling a bit as he looked
around, only to find not a single sign of the boy they had been with earlier
anywhere to be found, making the boy slump slightly.
He hoped that the boy was alive as he took hold of the girls' wrists and lifted
them out of the water with ease, Medusa wanted to demoralize the academy as
much as she could, so he would do his best to help make that happen. He looked
over the girls he had taken as a flap of Ragnarok’s much larger wings lifted
them up in a spray of seawater, a familiar jolt of excitement at the
possibilities of what could happen with them sparking through his chest. The
feeling was quickly joined by a sense of joy then as he thought of Maka's, of
her reaction to him bringing the girl some of her old friends. He hoped she and
Medusa would be happy enough to give him a nice reward once he got back home….
                                       …
                                        
Liz was surprised to say the least when she finally began to wake up and find
that she was lying in a soft bed, the only wounds she could find being her sore
ribs and aching skull. She was even more surprised however to notice Patty
lying next to her, a bit of drool leaking from her mouth as she snored
peacefully under the sheets that covered. The last thing she remembered was the
explosion from the pink haired kid's attack throwing her and Patty off into the
water and sending Kid flying off to who knows where, so all she could think to
ask was: What happened and where were they? Liz pushed the sheets off and
instantly tensed as the cool air touched her bare body, a sudden sense of panic
settling in as she realized she was nude. Where were her clothes? She took hold
of Patty's shoulder and shook it, noting that her sister’s clothes were missing
too.
"Patty, wake up," her sister groaned, in response.
"Five more minutes," she mumbled tugging her shoulder away.
Liz's eye twitched. "Patty, come on-"
One of Patty's eyes cracked open into a one-eyed glare. "What?" Liz held back a
shiver at her sister's voice, she would normally never wake Patty up unless it
was an emergency like this, she wasn't suicidal.
"We need to move, I think that kid we were fighting took us somewhere," she
looked around the room cautiously.
Patty frowned, glancing around the room curiously. "Why would he do that?"
"I have no idea, but a better question is: Why did he take our clothes?" Liz
went over to the dresser, finding nothing but simple and plain women's
underwear, where were all the clothes?
Patty quirked an eyebrow as her sister grab a set and slipped them on around
her. "Why else?" The bubbly younger sister cupped her chest, giggling a bit.
Liz shook her head as she clipped the bra on behind her. "This is serious
Patty!" she looked back at her sister as she slipped on the underwear. "That
guy kidnapped us just like he did with Maka! And who knows what he did to Kid
before he took us!"
Patty shrugged, not feeling scared in the least. "If he didn't kill Soul when
he took Maka then why would he kill Kid?” Liz opened her mouth tell her that
wasn’t the point, but the door suddenly creaking open stopped her.
She balled her fists, ready to attack whoever came in, but her arms went numb
at her sides when she saw who it was. "Maka?" The oldest Thompson blinked as
she looked at the girl, specifically the frilly black dress wrapped around her
as the girl looked back as happy as ever, what was going on in this place?
The little Meister smiled as she shut the door behind her. "Hi Liz, hi Patty."
"Maka!" Patty hopped out of the bed, tackling the other girl in a bubbly hug.
"We missed you!" She rubbed her cheek against the other girl’s as her stacked
chest smooshed into her.
Maka laughed, feeling a pleasant warmth in her heart at the little reunion
despite the large assets being pressed against her. "I missed you guys too,"
she looked up from Patty to Liz's confused face. "How is everyone?"
Liz was stunned. "How is- we've been worried sick about you!" She pulled Patty
off of her and lifted Maka to her feet. "Soul has been going crazy ever since
your dad and Stein brought him back in! He’s terrified out of his mind!"
Maka felt a slight pang of guilt hearing that. "I figured," she sighed while
crossing her arms.
"You figured?" Liz couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What have you been
doing all this time while we’ve been trying to find you?!" She heaved. “Why
haven’t you tried getting out of here?!”
Maka’s cheeks dusted a faint red. "It's not as bad as you think…"
Liz shook her head in disbelief, unable to accept the words coming from the
girl in front of her. "What happened to you?" Liz was so confused, Maka didn’t
act like this!
Her panicked pondering was cut short however as the door cracked open again
accompanied by a little laugh in response to the elder Thompson’s question.
"She figured out which side was better, that’s all" Medusa walked in wearing
her usual witch robes, surprising Liz even further.
"Nurse Medusa?" What was she doing here? And what was she wearing?
"Hello Liz," she smiled at her, then turned to Patty, her smile growing with a
playful wave. "Hi Patty."
Patty smiled back happily. "Hi!"
"What is going on here?!" Liz yelled, trying to wrap her head around all of
this.
Medusa chuckled slightly as she reached a hand out the door. "I suppose it is a
little complicated," she shrugged, infuriating Liz further. "Oh Crona!" she
suddenly called while waving her hand into the hall. "They're up," Liz’s hands
were tightly clenched again as a familiar head of pink stepped into the
doorway.
Crona walked in cautiously, and Liz noticed out of the corner of her eye how
Maka seemed brighten blissfully even as the boy’s eyes drifted to gaze in
excited wonder at Patty's gifted body, a small blush on his cheeks. "What is he
doing here?" she moved herself between him and Patty even as her sister peaked
her head out from behind her to get a better look at him.
"He lives here," Medusa placed a hand on his and Maka's shoulders. "And to
answer your earlier question, the basic gist of it is that Maka here," she gave
the girl a little shake. "Is in love with my son Crona," she shook Crona as
Liz’s jaw fell wide. "And now she lives here with us."
"In love with- He kidnapped her!" Liz yelled as Patty frowned, looking between
Maka and Crona curiously.
"We like to think of it more as liberated," Medusa smiled, rubbing the
shoulders of the couple flanking her. "Or at least I'm sure Maka feels that
way, isn't that right Maka?" Medusa's hand slid down Maka's arm to rest on her
hip.
Maka in turn leaned into Crona, resting her head on his shoulder. "He's not a
bad guy Liz, really."
"I don't believe it," Liz shook her head, she couldn't believe it. "Patty!" her
sister reacted to the unspoken meaning immediately, changing into a pistol and
falling into Liz's hand. "Maka, we are leaving, now," she leveled the pistol at
Medusa knowing full well that it wouldn't do anything to Crona, but instead of
surprised fear all she from Medusa was a playful glint gleaming from her eye.
"No, I don't think you are," a dozen arrows suddenly shot out of the woman’s
back, wrapping around Liz’s arm and body in seconds, snapping Patty’s barrel up
to hold it pointing at the ceiling harmlessly.
Once more Liz found herself shocked into numbness. "You're a… witch?" She asked
as she hung there, completely helpless.
Medusa nodded, crossing her arms with a faux pout. "Yes, and you are very
rude."
Liz winced as the arrows tightened around her, something Crona noted
immediately. "Medusa…" He gave his mother the best stern look he could, he
didn't want her hurting his toys just after he’d gotten.
Medusa rolled her eyes in response, loosening the bonds slightly beneath his
stare. "Honestly Crona, you're too nice at times," she went over and sat on the
bed, thinking about what she could do with the girls in front of her. "Alright,
I'm going to let you go now, are you going to try anything else?" Liz shook her
head, knowing there was nothing she could do on her own against a
witch and that pink-headed monster next to her. “Good,” Medusa slowly untangled
her, watching Patty the entire time until the bubbly girl changed back and
flopped her nude body back on the bed. "Now then, I want you two to sit down
and hear us out."
Liz glared at her the whole time as she and Patty sat down on the bed. "What do
you want?"
"Well it's not really about what I want," Medusa's hand went to lovingly stroke
Crona's cheek. "It's more about what my son here wants, which is really why he
even brought you here in the first place," she then leaned in and kissed his
lips right in front of them.
Liz felt sickened revulsion at the sight while Patty’s brow lifted
considerably. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" Liz looked to Maka only to
see that she wasn't reacting at all outside of… was that envy?! "That's your
kid!"
Medusa smiled with amusement as she pulled back. "Yes, and he's also an amazing
kisser, isn't that right Maka?" She asked, glancing at the girl as Maka happily
scooted over to kiss him herself.
What was this? Liz had no idea what was happening anymore as Crona’s hands
drifted to wrap around Maka’s back, hugging her body to his as he kissed her
with sensual tenderness. "Maka…" She croaked out her confusion while Patty
watched the two twirl and intertwine their tongues, a spark of heat blooming in
her belly at the sight.
Maka then parted from him, breaking the string of saliva that connected their
lips with a simple swipe of her tongue, smiling lovingly before turning back to
the sisters. "He's the whole reason I'm still here Liz," she hugged his side,
pushing her head against the side of his chest. "No one is forcing me to stay
here, I've been free to leave from the first day."
"Then why haven't you?!" What was wrong with her?!
"Because I love him," she kissed his neck as Crona's hands drifted to her butt.
"He's a great guy that actually appreciates my body," she continued as he
lifted her up to straddle his lap.
"What do you mean?" Liz didn't like where this was going, while her sister
seemed to struggle with the exact opposite sentiment.
"It means my son doesn't care what a girl's body is like, he’ll love them
regardless of shape," one of Medusa's arrows slithered out from her body and
traced its tip along her back, slicing the dress clean open to fall away and
the Thompsons locked up as they watched Crona's fingers roam over Maka’s
backside and sink into the soft flesh. "And Maka here has been enjoying that
part of his personality very much," another of her arrows brushed its tip
across Maka's lips, sending sparks up the girl's spine as it prodded against
her clit.
Liz couldn't believe what she was seeing as Maka of all people began grinding
herself against Crona's lap, groaning out loud as more of Medusa's arrows
inched to out tickle and prod her sensitive body. "Stop it," Liz looked away
while Patty kept her eyes locked on the steady trickle of arousal dripping from
Maka’s slit onto the prominent bulge standing clear from the boy’s lap. "I
don't know what kind of freaky magic you’re using to make her like this but
stop it!"
Medusa laughed genuinely at her beliefs. "I don't think you understand Liz,
this is all her," she looked down to eye Maka's sex leaking into a large wet
stain on Crona’s crotch. "Though since you're so opposed to her being with
him…" she waved for Crona to bring Maka over, and after a moment’s hesitation
he complied, a part of him wanting to keep pleasing her while the other
remembered his punishment from earlier. "How about we make a little wager for
the sake of her 'freedom?'" Medusa set Maka on her lap, her chest cushioning
the girl's back as Crona stood there, just watching Maka’s cunt squirm and
twitch with need for him.
"What kind of bet?" Liz asked, trying her best not to look at Maka's nude body
while Patty’s thighs rubbed together, the hyper sister noting how the Meister
looked like she felt really good…
"Well you obviously don't want Maka to stay here, and we certainly wouldn’t
want to force her to stay when such close friends of hers want her back,"
Medusa set a few arrows to poke at Maka's nipples as she reached between the
girl’s legs to curl a pair of fingers inside her folds. "And I take it you've
realized by now why Crona took you like he did Maka?" she asked, curling her
fingers inside of Maka, causing her back to arch with each wet squelch the
woman’s experienced fingers coaxed out of the Meister’s slit. "And given your
background and your sister’s current…” her eyes drifted to Patty constantly
shifting her legs together in an attempt to ease the ever-growing burn between
her thighs, her face flushed a light pink. “Condition, I’d be more than
surprised to learn if you two lacked experience...”
Liz glared darkly at the assumption. "Your point?"
"My point is an offer I pose to you two: How about you have a little sex-off
with my son?" Medusa chuckled earning an excited tensing of Crona's body.
Liz’s fists clenched, her glare darkening at the suggestion until her eyes
drifted to Maka still being toyed with under the witch’s ministrations. "What
are the rules?" She asked without hesitation, if it got them all out of here
then she’d at least hear it out.
Medusa smiled, thinking it all too easy as she absentmindedly drove her fingers
in and out of Maka’s sucking lips. "Simple, whoever makes the other climax more
wins, the moment you can’t continue is your loss," her smile shifted into a
patronizing smirk. "And to make things fair you two can go first and do
whatever you want to my boy," Maka whimpered beneath Medusa's touch when the
woman drove into a specific spot, her hips bucking into the witch’s fingers as
the string within her stayed to the breaking point. "Oh, and Maka here doesn't
count for Crona's team, he’ll be solo obviously or else we'd lose this without
question," and with that she drove her fingers into the Meister deep.
Liz watched in disgust as the tent in Crona's robe twitched the moment Maka
threw her head back in a broken scream and began to squirt, her stream
drenching the bed in front of her with every buck of her hips. Had Liz not been
so consumed by the hate in her heart as she witnessed this moment then she
might have also been able to notice the faint touch her sister slid between her
own legs, the action catching the eyes of Crona and his mother. The girl’s eyes
locked with his and her thighs locked together tightly as some sensation of
heat felt like it was faintly hammering its way through her brain. She blinked
then as an image suddenly appeared before her: This boy Crona lying down, his
arms casually crossed behind his head as Patty bounced the night away on a
thick long raw cock that somehow felt all too real, a dozen bloated condoms
ballooned and pinched under the tight strings of a lewd thong around her hips.
The rubbers bounced in time with every rise and fall of her hips along the
girthy pole that promised to empty its sticky hot contents into her depths as
many times as she could ever ask for.
Liz sighed, completely unaware of the heated glaze which had filled her
sister’s stare beside her as she unhooked the bra she’d taken. "Fine, we'll do
things your way," she left the panties on, feeling confident she wouldn’t need
to go that far for a kid.
Patty shook herself back to reality at the sound of her sister’s voice. "We're
having sex with him?" She chimed up just a little bit too eagerly, her eyes
darting to the bulge beneath Crona’s robes as she blinked away another sudden
slideshow of sexual images through her mind.
"Looks like it," Liz got to her feet at the side of the bed feeling confident
that this shouldn’t be too hard, sure they may have lacked true experience, but
the Thompsons were far from pure untouched maidens. "Sit here," she ordered,
pointing at the edge of the sheets, Crona obediently moving over to settle into
place while the sisters kneeled down in front of him. "You mind?" She asked
Medusa pointedly.
The witch smiled in response, a few of her arrows delicately slicing their tips
across Crona's robe, reducing it to nothing but strips of black. The fabric
easily fell away with a light gust spawned by a unified dozen of Medusa’s
Vectors flicking at Crona’s side, her actions exposing his modest frame and the
not so innocent bulge standing out clearly through his briefs. Liz’s brow
furrowed slightly while her sister’s rose, the eldest had quite honestly not
expected much from the frail looking boy when Medusa had suggested the wager,
but this? Liz swallowed the lump in her throat as she hooked her thumbs around
his waist band, only for her hands to flinch back the second his underwear
reached his knees, the Thompsons’ jaws falling in unified shock.
Patty’s however was a tard more awed than it should have been. "Wow!" Her eyes
twinkled like stars as her mouth opened into an O of impressed surprise. "He's
huge!"
Medusa laughed at their reactions. "Do you understand yet why I'm so
comfortable kissing my own son?" she asked, reaching a hand up to stick her
arousal slicked fingers into Maka’s mouth, a muffled scream leaving the girl as
the witch prodded at her clit with half a dozen of her Vectors.
Liz found herself having to gulp a second time as she tried to get a hold of
herself. "S-stay still," she pushed his thighs the moment he’d tried to lift
himself up to peel his underwear off, the light movement making his thickness
bob a bit. “Just… j-just don’t move,” she dragged them down the rest of the way
herself while her sister eyed the thing with wonder.
She reached towards it unconsciously. "Is it real?"Patty wondered, the
disbelief she felt clear in her puzzled tone as her hand wrapped around him,
squeezing down around the hot veiny length. "So big…" If the heat bleeding into
her palm didn’t answer her question then the pained grimace on Crona’s face as
she tightly gripped him did.
"Patty, focus, this is for Maka remember," she moved her sister hand to Crona's
thigh. "So let's make sure we do this right so we can get her back," she
worried about Patty at times, there was her usual crazy that was hard enough to
deal with… and then there was this, this almost uncontrollable nymphomania that
threatened to lead her life down an awful path whenever it reared its
insatiable head. “Just like our exercises back home.”
Patty smiled at her sister, her eyes anything but innocent as she licked her
lips hungrily. "Ok~" She sang happily.
The two looked up to meet Crona's excited waiting stare, then moved in unison
down his length to kiss him at his base, their lips almost touching as they
proceeded to drag their tongues up his shaft together. Their lips met again
around his tip as he shook in place, his head hanging back as they took their
time licking around each other, practically making out around his cockhead.
They both set a hand beneath him, gently taking hold of one of his balls each,
tugging softly as they took turns sucking just his head into their mouths,
driving him crazy the whole time, spurts of his pre dribbling out onto each
girl’s tongue causing one to hold off gagging while the other guzzled it with
gusto. It seemed like no time had passed before they felt the telltale pulsing
of Crona's release, his balls churning with heat into their palms as the
sisters backed up, each holding their mouths open in front of his tip. Patty
reached up to stroke him while Liz took his whole sack between her hands, their
hands causing his hips to buck in response, their stroking and rolling of his
swelling flesh speeding up with every hump he thrust forward. Crona bit his lip
and groaned with one final thrust into their hands as he came, his release
landing on their tongues as they tried to catch it, though for entirely
different reasons: Liz’s purely professional while Patty’s was selfish and
self-serving. After the final shot spewed from his slit into their mouths Crona
treated to the sight of the sisters swallowing every bit of his seed that had
been perfectly split between their mouths, though Patty gave him a bit of a
show as she bent slightly to show him the pool of white her tongue sloshed
around in before she drank it down.
Liz held a hand to her mouth as a final gulp cleared her mouth for the most
part, a dull heat blooming in her chest as her head became ever so hazy.
"That's…” She felt woozy for a moment as the wave of heat suddenly smothered
her brain, but she quickly shook the warm fog away and recovered. “That’s one
for us," she glared up at Crona then to his mother.
She hated this, hated having to degrade herself so much for this monster and
his witch of a mother… and yet a small blasphemous part of her had to admit:
The kid had actually tasted pretty good- What was she thinking?! She shook her
head, as if doing so would be able to push the traitorous thought out entirely,
she wasn't supposed to be enjoying herself here, she was supposed to be getting
Maka back as soon as possible! She turned to her sister, too impatient to
notice how the bubbly girl held her hands around her stomach, a dreamy haze
over her eyes as she felt the heat radiating from the spunk in her belly.
“Ok Patty,” The eldest spoke up, blinking her younger sister out of her
dreamland. “You know what to do next right?" She patted her breasts.
Patty nodded with an eager grin then smiled brightly up at Crona before
standing to her feet. "Hey, lie down for me?" She pushed him onto his back,
climbing up just a little too fast to set herself down straddling his face, her
body bending down to lay across him till she could line his cock up to envelop
it within her chest, his bulbous purple tip breaching through her cleavage.
               Crona shivered in place as he took in her folds, took in the
sight of her wide-lipped labia and the bit of fuzz that surrounded her and
collected into a small unkempt tuft of blonde hair just above it. The smell of
Patty’s eager arousal as it dripped onto his lips made him throb almost as
intensely as the soft warm globes now smothering his shaft. Liz shifted herself
into position at the edge of the bed, hanging up over the edge slightly as she
went back to handling his lightly fuzzy balls, littering them with little pecks
and outright popping them into her mouth entirely while her sister took hold of
her bust, smooshing it against Crona’s cock in a way that bent him ever so
slightly. Patty froze with a little tremor when Crona reacted to her actions, a
groan vibrating its way into her pussy as he dragged a probing lick across the
length of her sex before she continued on with renewed vigor, the heat in her
belly growing every second she sat with him touching her. Her breasts were
dragged up and down his shaft, each stroke between them milking out a bit of
pre that served to coat Crona’s new cock-warmers and assist in their gliding
while he took hold of her soft ass, his fingers digging in to drag her into his
face harder, to let him force his tongue in deeper. Liz looked up from her
ministrations on Crona’s balls to see her sister's flushed face, watching every
pleasurable tense and wince that made her pace around his length falter every
time he placed a precise lick or suckle on her core. Maybe the eldest Thompson
could give that a try next… Patty's sudden moan tore the older sister from
pursuing that line of thought further as she watched Patty come to a complete
halt, her only movements being the little twitches and rolls of her hips as she
grinded to prolong her climax into Crona’s mouth.
"That's one for us," Medusa sang mockingly, still torturing Maka with her
arrows, making the girl squirm and moan as the witch held her chin, making Maka
watch her beloved Crona enjoying his new toys every time her vision cleared.
Patty huffed in shaky breaths and actually managed to resume her rhythm at
first, weakly dragging her chest across him as brought her lips to suckle his
cockhead only to come to another abrupt stop as he scraped over a certain
bundle of nerves within her. "Sis…" she moaned, fists bunched up as she rolled
into his mouth, unconsciously rising away from his member to just selfishly
bounce on his tongue.
"Come on Patty, I need you to focus sis!" Liz tried desperately to get her
sisters attention. "We still have to make him cum more,” her pleas went on deaf
ears however.
Patty wasn't listening, she was just too absorbed by the pleasured fog that had
settled throughout her body and mind as she sat there, grinding against Crona's
face as wonderful visions of him pleasing her just like this flickered through
her eyes. Liz groaned, biting her lip only to rise up and get into a position
to hold slick shaft, wrapping him in a tight grip and then forcing him as deep
down as she could, his tip managing to curve down her throat as her nose buried
itself in his musky pubes. She swallowed around him, her hands going back down
to tug and massage his balls, trying all she could to coax a second orgasm from
him on her own, only for her efforts to stagger as her sister screamed again,
her thighs gripping Crona's head like a vice as her nails bit into the boy’s
chest.
"That's two," Medusa laughed, her Vectors ensnaring Maka and then maneuvering
her so she hung upside down, her face settling into the witch's nude lap while
the girl's spasming sex was placed at her own mouth.
Liz could just watch then helplessly with Crona’s cock in her throat as her
sister was continuously pushed to the brink by Crona, seemingly back to back as
his tongue reduced the hyper girl into a drooling humping mess. The elder
Thompson sucked and tugged the best she could, feeling the heat grow in her
mouth as more of his pre began to dripp against her tongue, the liquid feeling
like it was goading her to continue with her task for what felt like an
eternity. She then gave one particularly powerful bob of her head, planting
herself all the way down, her lips kissing his base while his heat felt like it
had reached its peak. One final convulsion of her throat was what at last
pushed him to release, a satisfied and proud groan rumbling through Crona’s
length as Liz felt the first rope pump its way directly into her stomach. The
taste, the oh so delicious taste she had foolishly convinced herself at first
into hating eluded her in this position and with a panicked cry the older
sister dragged herself backwards along his length, pump after pump sliding down
into a growing pool within her belly until she finally returned to his tip, one
last spurt of his think spunk blasting out to coat her tongue. It felt like her
entire world had ignited in a fireball of overstimulated nerves, a euphoric
whimper echoing through her as a rush of wet heat erupted between her legs, her
thighs pinching together as she nearly crushed Crona’s shaft in her vicelike
grip.
Then, with almost agonized reluctance she pulled herself back, her lips popping
of his tip right before she sucked in a dozen panting breathes. "That's…
that’stwo," she spoke up triumphantly, her eyes finally lifting from Crona’s
still rock-hard member only for them to bug out a bit at what she found.
Medusa just laughed at the older sister as she pulled herself from Maka's bud,
tell-tale signs of climax dripping from the woman’s chin. "Welcome back," she
chuckled, glancing down at the Meister letting out empty broken giggles through
her own arousal stained mouth. "Crona made it to five while you were busy,"
Liz's gaze shot over to Patty, or rather her limp body still crouching atop
Crona's face, her sister's vacant tear-stained stare and the mess of orgasmic
discharge coating the boy’s chest proving Medusa's statement true. “Or should
we make that six?” She suddenly added, making Liz finally take notice of the
wet heat dripping from her own nether lips, her body trembling as she came to
terms with what had just happened. Six times… he’d managed to make two girls
orgasm a total of six times while the two of them combined had only been able
to make him finish twice,and he was still hard! He was incredible. "You know,
you might have better luck using somewhere else," Medusa suggested, her Vectors
receding and letting Maka’s limp form flop down onto her back in front of the
witch. "Or you might as well just do it for fun, I mean it's not like you're
going to win at this point," she pointed out casually while grabbing hold of
Maka’s head, dragging the girl over to bury her face-first into her cunt,
relishing the feeling of the girl unconsciously licking at her as she noticed
Patty's body tense up yet again, a weak giggle the only thing coming out of the
broken girl’s mouth. "Seven."
She was right, Liz didn’t want to believe it, she shouldn’t believe it, but
Medusa was right, there was no way that they could win here, not against
something like this. Her eyes scanned his still erect shaft, a growing part of
her mind suddenly speaking out with the opinion that: Maybe it would be alright
if they lost, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… Maka seemed happy enough here, and
this Crona kid was indescribably amazing, the fact that he'd made her sister of
all people cum so many times in a row and reducing her into a bumbling,
slurring nectar dispenser proving just how good he was. She felt her own sex
quiver, the heat that had grown deep within her body evolving into an
uncompromising need to have him inside of her, to please him as much as he had
pleased them.
It was insane if she actually had the mental stability to question it anymore:
Kidnapped by a Kishin egg, roped into a sex bet by the thing’s mom, made to
work themselves to the bone trying to make him cum only for him to achieve more
than three times as much on them. And now here she and her sister were,
dripping wet for the kid, their bodies ready and willing for him to grab hold
and take them on that bed till he was satisfied. Liz pushed herself up onto the
bed, her hands hastily pulling the panties she wore off, her folds aching with
a desperate need to be filled by his heat. She took hold of his shaft, lifting
herself up on weak jelly legs while aiming the head at her lips as she spread
herself around him, preparing to let this absolute stranger who’d broken her
become her first ever sexual encounter with anyone but her sister. She dropped
her hips down, forcing an inch inside and tearing a grunt of exertion from her
as she was stretched, then again, then again and again and again, her whole
body flaring bright white with heat with each inch that entered her, her body
so driven to be so sensitive by its need that by the time she had made it to
his base, his tip kissing her cervix deep within, she knew that she had cum
again, or had he made her do it twice? Three times? She couldn't be bothered to
guess as she weakly looked at Medusa lying back, the woman staring up at the
ceiling as she enjoyed Maka's unconscious licking, she knew that the witch had
long since stopped paying attention to them.
And the moment she felt Crona’s hands wrap around her hips she did the exact
same. "Sis," Patty moaned, her hands on Crona's stomach the only thing holding
her up now as he squeezed the eldest while continuous his tender laps across
the youngest. "This is so good!"
Liz could only nod as Crona lifted her up and drove her back down, her mouth
falling open with a euphoric drawn out groan. "Why couldn’t he have come and
kidnapped us earlier?" she wondered madly under her breath while leaning
forward herself, her face now inches from her sister's, their eyes fluttering
shut so much that they struggled just to look at each other.
Patty smiled weakly while giving another roll of her hips as Crona guided Liz
across his shaft, slowly beginning a tender pace. "I don't know," she giggled
thoughtlessly only to then suddenly droop forward, her eyes rolling up right
before her lips brushed against her sister’s earning a startled clamp around
Crona's shaft and causing the boy’s resulting groan rumbled through Patty’s
tunnel, turning her mind to mush. "That… felt… so…good," Patty panted, her
hands finding the strength to lift up and cup her sister’s face.
Liz felt herself clamp down all over again as her sister kissed her consciously
this time, or as consciously as the poor girl could managed given current
circumstance. Why did this feel so good? The elder Thompson didn't know and
frankly couldn’t find the mental strength to care one bit as Crona grew hotter
inside of her, her own peak growing closer with each of his increasingly savage
thrusts into her passage. It didn’t take long before she was moaning into her
sister's mouth, her own hands lifting up to hold onto Patty tightly as Crona
continuously rammed up into her deepest point, driving the girl's voice higher
and higher as her self-control was thinned to a fragile wire. A wire that
inevitably snapped as Liz screamed into Patty's mouth, biting her sister's lip
and setting off a chain as the stimulation of her bite and the vice-like
compacting of her cunt causing every member of the impromptu three-way to
climax in unison.
Liz cried out, tears of bliss openly falling from her eyes as the feeling of
him pumping her womb full of his cum was enough to nearly drive her
overstimulated nerves into an entirely new and equally explosive orgasm. Her
hips jumped across him an inch at a time, her rippling folds milking shot after
shot of his indescribably addictive sperm into her insides until she just
couldn’t anymore, her body going limp, giving Crona free-reign to direct her
numb body. Something he did so for quite a surprising bit after his release had
finally tapered off before he at last rolled himself over, the action letting
her fall freely onto her side while he sister fell equally numb of his face.
The eldest felt the slightest tinge of loss as his cock was remove from her
folds, but she found herself feeling ever so much more satisfied as his cum
oozed its way out of her while she got to watch through unclear vision as the
stud moved over to her sister. Liz briefly looked down to the growing puddle of
white growing between her own legs before going back to the massive thing which
had stuffed it all there, barely believing how so much had come out and yet
he still was ready for more.
He was a monster she decided as pits of black began to eat away at her vision,
her exhausted mind and body welcoming the soothing embrace of unconsciousness.
He was a sweet, gentle, incestuous, sex addicted, bitch-breaking monster, and
for whatever reason she couldn’t understand she loved him for it. "He really is
amazing," she thought as she drifted off into sleep, briefly wondering right as
her mind shut off if Crona would let her ride his face like Patty had, If he
had made her sister climax so many times, then she could only imagine how much
he make her finish.
She'd have to give it a try sometime…
               Patty stared up at the ceiling with empty eyes, only for them to
spark back to life as a pair of soft palms came to rest on her thighs. “You’re
awesome,” she groaned, feeling slightly bad that she couldn’t find the strength
to tilt her head and see the wonderful man she was talking to.
               “You’re amazing too,” she felt a heartwarming glow fill her
chest at the compliment, a glow that only grew as the one who put it there
shifted to lay himself against her, the length of his shaft pressing against
her folds as they came face to face. “Especially you,” he smiled, eyes bright
with wonder as he slipped his hands beneath her back. “I made you finish so
many times, and yet you’re still ready for more.”
               “Likewise,” she managed a single buck of her hips, dragging a
sloppy line of arousal along Crona’s shaft, making him grimace with pleasure.
“You’re so perfect,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.
               She had struggled for so long, struggled with this cursed
nymphomania that had plagued her for so long, struggled with how it constantly
burdened her loving older sister and forced the kind sibling into so many
unnecessary sessions just to sate the youngest Thompson’s urges so she wouldn’t
go out and act like a complete slut opening her legs for anyone to give her the
release she wanted. And now she had him, a wonderful, incredible, perfect man
who could keep up with her, who could exceed her and bring her to as many
climaxes as it took to burn away even her overcharged libido. She rolled her
hips into him, his lips closing towards hers in response as he adjusted his tip
to probe her folds, the feelings of adoration and gratitude within Patty
climbing to mountainous heights.
               Then he thrust it all inside in one fell thrust, her world
shattering with an ear-wrenching orgasm as the boy’s tip rammed into the
entrance to her womb, his lips sucking in her cries as he nibbles on her
outstretched tongue. Anyone watching her face could see the love shining from
her expression, her eyes almost seeming to glow with little hearts as the stud
of a boy began to plow his awe-inspiring bitch-breaker into her needy cunt at a
pace that exceeded satisfaction. She belonged to him, Patty Thompson belong to
Crona and his mighty cock for all eternity now, no one, nothing else would ever
be able to satisfy her as much as this thick tool permanently molding her pussy
to its shape could. She had finally found the perfect boyfriend, and she would
do her very best to be the absolute greatest girlfriend by becoming his own
personal cumdump, giving him free-reign to fuck, break, and even breed her if
he ever felt inclined. Another of those odd visions passed through her eyes,
another one of her body swollen with his potent godly spunk, his lips happily
dragging along her folds as he tenderly massaged her thighs, his touch so
gentle that it was almost as if she were fragile dainty queen in need of
sensual worship.
               And as she felt him begin to swell within her, his thrusts into
her limp broken form becoming ever-increasingly erratic, his body preparing
itself for the first of what she’d ensure would be many cream-pies, a single
simple thought occurred to the fucked-silly girl: Their kids would look pretty
cute actually…
***** Payback With Mizune *****
Chapter Summary
     Some time has passed since the latest addition to his Harem and Crona
     has found himself missing the company of his two petite loves. So
     imagine his irritation when his mother finally returns admitting that
     she'd kept him from them for so long for no good reason other than to
     mess with him.
     Luckily for him though Eruka returns from another mission with a
     certain group of mouses looking for payback for their sister in tow.
     The Mizunes have arrived, and they're going to rock Crona's world.
It was odd enough to think about how much time had passed since Crona had
brought back his newest toys, but as the days continued to pile on he found
that he just didn't know how to feel lately, every moment he spent in his mind
revolved around what that Academy boy had said. Crona was well along the way on
his road to becoming a full-blown Kishin, he just didn't know what it was that
he wanted though and he didn't know how to deal with how frustrated it made him
feel. And to make things worse there was his ever-growing irritation with his
mother as she seemed to make it her life’s goal to find the limit of his
patience and compliance and blast right through it.
Ever since Eruka had come back with the immortal werewolf Free his had
proceeded to send them off on recon mission after recon mission, in fact Medusa
had sent the frog-girl away just minutes after she had returned the first time,
keeping Crona who was in the middle of fucking Patty for the umpteenth time in
a row from even saying hello to her or their newest ally Free. Then there was
what Medusa was doing with Maka to make him all the more irritable, she had
outright forbidden him from so much as even touching the Meister, stating that
any interaction with her could ruin the "tests" the witch kept vaguely
referring to. He missed his petite lovers so much, missed the way they squeezed
and mewled around him so adorably, missed their maddening little quirks that
made him lose control and slam into them like a berserk beast, missed their
broken professions of love as he cuddled with their numb bodies after every
session.
He was well past the point of getting to him, he was so put out by it all that
the only thing that made him feel at all better about it all was the knowledge
that his mother still owed him a reward from his last mission. She had gotten
so carried away with using Maka to get off that she had gone tired herself out
long before Crona was finished Patty, amazingly forgetting about him entirely
as she drifted of into a satisfied sleep. This gave him an opportunity to
control her for once, to hold the cards and get one over on his mother for some
payback, however this just gave him an entirely new problem to ponder: How did
he used the reward? All it did was serve to further fuel his frustrations, to
the point where he’d become so absorbed in his thoughts that sometimes his new
toys had to scream his name or outright hit him to snap him out of it.
Sort of like now for instance as he failed to react to the sound of his name
being called, only to blink awake when he felt a crushing squeeze around his
thighs, a frown on his face as he looked down to where one of his hands rested.
His eyes then shot wide as he pulled his hand away instantly when he saw
Patty's tearstained face flush against his lap, her throat swallowing around
his length frantically as her nose desperately tried to suck in breath through
his pubes. She remained there for a brief moment before slowly pulling herself
off his length, her lips sucking tightly all the way up to the head till she at
last she popped his tip from her mouth, giggling between pants, her eyes hazy
as she looked up at him. "That… was… fun," she panted through her raw throat.
"Are you alright?" Crona asked with concern while turning to Liz. "How long was
I-"
Liz smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh. "It's ok, you just spaced
out for a minute," had it been any other time in her life with any other person
Liz probably would have castrated him with a rusty spoon, but here and now as
she was fully enveloped and enslaved by her new owner’s madness she could only
feel touched by his thoughtfulness towards her sister’s wellbeing.
Crona felt a pit of guilt within him as he turned back to Patty who now sat
absently rubbing her cheek against his shaft, little hiccups shaking through
her frame as she tried to catch her breath. "I am so sorry-"
Patty's eyes widened as they climbed up to meet his. "Don't be!" She looked to
his length, hungrily licking her lips as her gaze shined with pure adoration.
"Do that again!"
Crona shivered at the command, he had been sleeping with the sisters almost
nonstop since their first time together because of Medusa taking away his other
toys but he still didn't know how to deal with Patty's personality. She wanted
him to be so savagely rough with her and do things that sounded like they'd
hurt anyone else, and she was so forceful about it too, startling him into
compliance each time as a small part of him feared what denying her would
bring. She had a habit of crying out and mumbling for him to do things harder
and faster well past the point where his actions left bruises and a lot of
times she’d do it even after he made her pass out from the pleasure, nothing
but broken professions of love and loyalty spewing from her drooling lips. She
had told him one morning after a particularly intense session that left her ass
a mess of welts and bruises while her thoroughly ravaged womb ached inside her
that she liked waking up sore for whatever reason.
It was so off-putting at times due to how much he disliked hurting people,
especially ones he cared about, so much so that he quite honestly could say he
preferred Liz between the two sisters. She was level headed, cared about the
people close to her and she liked taking things at slow and gentle pace as
opposed to Patty's preferred style of vigorous brain-rattling fucking. He liked
the moments where he could just lay on the bed with Liz after Patty had quite
literally knocked herself out from sex, just kissing and letting the elder
Thompson ride him at her own pace. She was nice, and her easy-going, logical
and supportive attitude did wonders for him when he was feeling stressed out.
"You alright champ?" Liz asked, draping herself up against his arm. "You’ve
been spacing out like that a lot lately."
Crona shook his head only to lock up with a wince as Patty took him back in her
mouth, trying to push herself down as far as he had. "I-I'm fine, just
thinking," he brushed away Patty's tears with his thumb, feeling her smile
around him.
"What about?" Liz kissed the corner of his lips, a hand going to Patty's head
to steady herself against him, drawing a moan from Patty beneath the two of
them as Liz pushed her down, the vibrations making Crona tense as the tip of
his cock curved down her slick rumbling passage.
He could barely think of the simple answer because of the sensation. "A-about,
Maka-ah!" he gasped at the feeling of Patty tongue swiping across the underside
of his length. "A-and Eruka."
"Something happen with them?" Liz took Patty by the hair, dragging her sister
up off of him, worried the little nymph would choke herself if no one stopped
her. “Don’t give me that look Patty,” the girl in question continued to glare
up at her sister before taking a quick breath then shoving herself back down.
Crona shook his head, shivering at the feeling she was giving him. "No,” though
to be honest that was sort of the problem. “They've just been gone for
a while!" he tensed, his hands weaving through Patty's hair as the sisters set
up a rhythm of Liz dragging her up his length by the hair only for the
excitable girl to go right back and gag herself on his cock. "I-I miss them."
Liz smirked playfully. "Getting bored with the two of us?" she teased, lightly
nipping his ear-lobe.
Crona however just stiffened with horror at the notion. "No! Of course not!" He
loved them all equally, he could never get tired of any of them!
Liz chuckled at his reaction and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. "Relax, I'm
just kidding," she still felt like teasing him however. "Though, it must be
hard, not getting to play with Maka and that tiny witch," she actively pushed
Patty back down on him, earning an appreciative moan from both as Patty lips
pressed into his base. "Getting to watch that huge cock of yours stretch them
out…" She grinned at his ever-reddening face. "Not to mention that you can make
little miss prim and proper pee the bed whenever you want."
"Liz…" Why did she have to say such a dirty thing like that?
But still she continued, Patty going limp in her sister’s grip as Liz slowly
jacked her throat along his length like a toy. "And who knows what that frog
girl's kink is?" She wondered out loud. "Maybe you could talk to that prison
guy we saw her with, see if she has a thing for taking two guys at once-"
Crona unknowingly growled, a dark feeling of possessiveness bubbling up from
inside him. "No, all of you belong to me, no one else-" he blinked, suddenly
realizing what he was saying as he blushed deeper, the feeling burning away
with a wave of shame for saying something like that. "I-I mean, t-that's not-
" he whimpered as Patty swallowed around him again.
"Crona," Liz could barely hold back her laughs as she dragged her sister back
up. "I was just kidding," she kissed him, nibbling at his bottom lip, the
sensation making cock throb in Patty's mouth. "We belong to you and we know
it," she mumbled into his mouth as she shoved Patty down hard, causing the boy
to buck up into Patty's mouth with a moan, his hands knotting in her hair to
hold as tightly against his lap as possible as his cum pumped directly into her
belly, earning an appreciative groan from the girl. He looked down at her,
shivering a bit at the blank stare she gave him, her mouth unconsciously
sucking on him still. "She's dedicated, isn't she?" Liz asked, petting Patty's
hair, her sister's moan causing Crona's cock to flex in her throat. "She just
sits there, letting you use her like a toy."
She pulled Patty up, her sister sucking on Crona the entire time, pulling the
last bit of cum from his tip with a pop as the boy tried not to pull the young
girl all the way back down again. Patty collapsed the second Liz let go of her
hair, her damp body twitching with every breath, the bed below her drenched
with sweat and arousal. Liz moved down while taking hold of her sister’s
cheeks, lifting the girl up to kiss her open mouth, the elder sister’s tongue
doing its best to drag away what little cum Patty hadn't already happily
swallowed down, her sister's blank mind not even noticing.
Liz savored the flavor of him as she moved back to Crona. "My turn," she
straddled his lap pulling his head to her breasts as she rolled her hips
against his, shivering as he hugged her while his mouth latched around a
nipple. "I love you," it still felt so strange saying that considering how
she’d met him so recently, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. "I love you
so much."
"I love you too," Crona smiled sweetly up at her, her chest growing warm from
his words.
She leaned down and kissed him, enjoying the pleasant heat that spread
throughout her till she backed up again, her little pants tickling his lips.
"Hey Crona?" she asked, falling backwards onto the bed. "How long will it be
before Medusa stops making us take those potions?" she asked curiously while
staring up at the ceiling.
Crona frowned at the question. "Making you? I-I thought you wanted to take
them."
Liz shook her head, hands reaching down to spread herself for him. "Why would I
want to do that?”
Crona blinked, trying to understand the question while his focus was drawn to
her folds which still filled him with wonder to this day much like all the
others. “S-So you don’t get pregnant…” She looked almost identical to her
sister, aside from the neatly trimmed patch of hair above compared to Patty’s
wilder tuft.
Liz gave him a heated looked. “And if I said I wouldn’t mind?"
Crona tensed up, his world coming to a grinding halt as he looked into her
lustful stare. "… What?"
Liz smiled, staring at him lovingly. "I wouldn’t really mind having your kids,
Patty feels the same way too," she reached out with her legs, crossing them
behind his hips to drag herself closer. "But Medusa keeps saying she may need
us later, so we have to take those potions until she changes her mind," she
continued while taking hold of his length, tenderly stroking it with both
hands.
"But… b-but I…" he didn't know what to say! She wanted kids? He understood that
something like that it was a very real risk with everything that he did with
them but… "I-I don't think I'd know how to handle being a… a-a dad,"
how could he? "I-I'm not even as old as you are."
"That's alright," she reached up, pulling him down so he lay on top of her, his
length poking at her thigh as he flushed and averted his gaze from hers. "You'd
make a great dad," she reached between them, guide his tip to poke into her
entrance. "If only Medusa would let you be one that is," she flexed her walls
around his head drawing out a whimper as he reflexively thrusted an inch into
her. "Can you talk to her? Please?" She almost sounded like she was begging
him.
He swallowed, mouth dry as he considered how she seemed to really want that, at
least if her desperate expression was anything to go by. "I… I-I guess I could
try talking to her," if she and Patty really wanted it this badly then he would
do his best to make them happy, still though, to think about something like
this so suddenly…
Liz noticed his discomfort lay a hand on his cheek, guiding him to look back
into her loving eyes. "Hey, we can wait if you want, I just wanted to know if
it could happen, I'm not in that big a rush," she kissed his cheek and rubbed
little circles around it with her thumb, simply thankful that he'd even
consider it. "But now that you're thinking about it…" she turned herself
around, her walls scraping across his sensitive tip making him gasp. "How about
we do a little practice?" she looked back at him as she ground her entrance
across his head, her entire body trembling in excitement. "Go ahead and give it
to me as hard as you can," she gripped the bed sheets tightly, preparing
herself. "And please, please cum inside me as much as you want."
Crona took hold of her hips gently, her words setting him on edge and making
him feel so very nervous all of a sudden as he sat there, not knowing how to
deal with this situation at al. He had never done this knowingly trying to make
any of his girls pregnant, not even with Medusa during their first time despite
all she had said, he knew that she didn't actually mean what she was saying,
but Liz… Liz actually wanted it, she wanted it and even went so far as to get
on her hands and knees for him which he knew she hated from a single session he
immediately stopped and did his best to make up for by treating her like a
goddess. If she was willing to go this far just to practice making a baby a
baby for him… then he felt that he should give it his best shot to make her as
happy as she wanted for going this far for him.
Crona took a deep breath then thrust forward as hard as he could, Liz's eyes
going wide at the sensation of her sex stretching around him as her hands
knotted into the sheets, a loud grunt leaving her as he bottomed out within
her. She never liked doing it from behind, one too many rough fuckings with a
two-sided strap-on by her sister had put her off the position rather swiftly,
but as she lay here with his fingers digging into her hips and his cock digging
against her cervix she felt surprised by how right it felt. As she thought
about it though it made sense considering her current partner: Her, Patty,
Maka, Medusa, that girl Eruka, they were all nothing but Crona's toys now and
they happily accepted that new position, but they each loved him all the more
because they knew he didn't think of them that way at all. He loved and
respected each and every one of them separately and equally and it just made
him so much more amazing to her.
Liz bit her lip as he reared himself back, only for stars to flash in front of
her eyes with each new collision that followed between his cock and the door to
her womb, his fingers sending jolts up her spine as they squeezed her hips to
the point of bruising. Her grunts and moans steadily grew in volume with every
thrust that actively began to shake the bed until inevitably devolving into
slurred screams as he rammed into her mercilessly again and again, her walls
almost crushing him with their tightness. She bit into the sheets trying to
muffle herself but Crona noticed and found he didn’t want that one bit so he
pulled back and gave her a particularly savage thrust that made her entire body
go limp as her eyes snapped wide as dinner-plates. His hands slid along her and
tenderly shifted her on his length, her tight walls scraping along as her
twisted her onto her back so that she was facing him again, her entire body
flushed with a lustful sheen of sweat. He draped himself down over her,
entwining his fingers with hers while kissed her as he resumed his pace,
enjoying the feeling of sucking in her increasingly loud screams into his mouth
with each thrust.
She could feel him steadily growing hotter inside of her, his length thickening
in preparation for what was coming, the feeling of his massive burning shaft
driving its way into her core pushing Liz to the brink. She looked into his
eyes, her teeth locking around his bottom lip as something seemed to appear
within his focused orbs, something she could clearly make out which pushed her
so far along: She could see a reflection in his eyes, one of her in a similar
position, Crona’s belly softly cushioned by her swollen one as he gave the most
mind-numbing massage to her thick milk-bloated breasts while rocking his godly
cock in and out of her stuffed pussy. He gave her one last brutal thrust,
bottoming out within her as his release came, the feeling of his hot seed
exploding into her womb after seeing such a euphoric image pushing Liz over the
deep end. She bit his lip hard, tasting blood as her climax rolled through her,
the taste and feelings she was experiencing making her world go white with
pleasure.
             She would do it, she would happily have this boy’s child, she’d
let him fuck her into a coma whenever he felt like, let him use her body to
breed his legacy in the most kind and loving ways imaginable. She’d give him
however many children he wanted until he was satisfied or till her womb gave
out, she wouldn’t stop until she gave him every fresh body she could manage
until she broke… what was she thinking? She clenched around him harder, another
set of images each showing scenes of incestuous depravity between her loving
owner and dozens of little heads of pink and blonde, the thought pushing her
right over the edge into a new orgasm around his perfect worship deserving
cock.
They then lay there together for what felt like an eternity afterwards, just
basking in the afterglow as they hugged each other close, panting into each
other’s mouths as the boy’s spunk settled within her. "I love you," Liz mumbled
into his mouth between breaths. "I love you…" she moaned it like a mantra as
she came down from her high, Crona steadily extracting himself from her
vicelike womanhood, licking his wounded lip tenderly as he looked over what he
had done proudly. “Crona,” Liz looked back up at him, her eyes still a bit hazy
until they fell on the black on his lower mouth, and the faint taste of copper
within hers. "I… I bit your lip…" she panted, feeling awful.
Crona just smiled though, reassuring her with his kind and loving eyes as he
panted. "It's ok… Ragnarok kept you… from going too deep."
"Sorry," her hands absently trailed down to her stomach, pressing down on the
heat trapped inside. "That was amazing," she moaned, shivering as the seed
along the length of her tunnel was pushed out. "We need to practice like that
more often."
Crona laughed softly. "You sound like Patty."
Liz chuckled at that. "Then you really do make people crazy," she weakly lifted
a hand towards him. "Can you get me one of those potions?" she asked, earning a
surprised frown from the boy. "Don't want to piss off the boss lady," she
pointed out, until she noticed his puzzled expression and smiled. "Hey, I
wasn't kidding Crona, I can wait until you're ready," she rubbed her belly
affectionately. "This is more than enough for now."
Crona stood on unsteady legs, moving to the drawer next to the bed. Medusa had
filled the entire thing to the brim with dozens of the potions after his first
night with Liz and Patty, stating that she knew it would no doubt be empty by
the end of the week. He found he couldn’t really blame her for the excessive
precaution as he pulled one of the last five that were left in the drawer,
handing it down to Liz as he crawled into bed next to her.
Crona was left to his own thoughts again while Liz steadily drank her vial,
what she had said about Patty wanting a child made him think. "Do you think
that Maka and Eruka want that too?" he wondered out loud. "Kids?"
Liz nodded without hesitation. "Definitely," there wasn’t a doubt in her mind
about the statement. "I guarantee that any girl you sleep with would want your
kids by the end of the night." She smiled at his thoughtful face. "And while
this girl would certainly enjoy nothing more than to sit here and cuddle she
knows she can't," she reached out for him. "Carry me?"
Crona turned his back to her, letting her wrap her arms around his neck and her
legs around his waist. He glanced at Patty's unconscious form as he stood up.
"Shouldn't we…"
Liz just shook her head vehemently. "Believe me, never wake her up unless you
absolutely have to," she kissed his back while he gave her sister a parting
glance. "Now come on, let's go get cleaned up," he could feel her smiling
against him. "And who knows, maybe we can get some more practice in," she
chuckled. "I heard shower sex can be fun."
Crona shook his head, barely believing the energy the sisters had. They almost
made him look normal in comparison.
                                       …
 
Medusa looked over Maka's flushed body, eyeing the girl's vacant stare and
dripping sex with a sultry smile from the Meister’s position against the wall,
her arms held above her as a constant flow of her arousal dripped into a
growing puddle on the stone beneath her. Medusa had been enjoying herself
immensely over the past collection of days, relishing the torture she'd been
putting Maka through in their free time along while denying Crona the pleasure
of the girl’s company. She mainly loved how she had learned after just the
second day of testing on Maka that his presence wouldn't affect the results of
her tests in the slightest. She had continued to keep it from him for as long
as she had as just another way to mess with him, to try and work her way
towards forcing a reaction from her son.
Though if she were honestly having little Maka all to herself was also a nice
treat. "Maka, it's play time," she smiled as the girl reacted, her legs
reflexively pressing together as she dripped onto the floor. “Always so
excited, you’re such a perverted girl,” Medusa shook her head while snapping
her fingers, catching the small girl as the restraints disappeared. "So, what
do you want to do today?" she asked, carrying Maka over to the small bed inside
the testing room and Maka facedown across her lap, a hand trailing to the
girl's soaked lips.
"Spank me," she whimpered, shaking from the feeling of Medusa's touch.
The witch chuckled, it had been an interesting bit of information she had
gathered after their first session together, Maka was a little masochist, not
quite an extreme on but certainly nothing to scoff at either. “Ah-ah-ah, we’ve
been over this Maka,” her hand slid over one of the girl’s already bruise
littered ass cheeks, spanking seemed to be the girl's favorite pain. "What do
you say?" she teased, sliding a finger up the girls dripping slit.
"Please spank me Lady Medusa," Make replied instantly, squirming under the
witch's touch.
"Good girl," Medusa raised her hand up and a loud clap followed as her hand
connected with a tortured moan leaving the girl as the witch pondered her wet
palm humorously. "My, someone is wet today," she spanked her again harder,
digging her nails in to squeeze Maka's abused skin. "Why is that?"
Maka smiled weakly, her mind barely registering Medusa's words. "You said the
tests are over!" she squeaked out the last word as Medusa spanked her again.
"S-so I can see Crona-ah!" another savage slap. "… Again," her backside stung
wonderfully as the woman began to pet the glowing flesh.
Medusa understood how she felt perfectly, she had been satisfying herself well
enough with the girl for the past four days, trapping her so she couldn't go to
Crona herself, but the need for Crona's touch kept growing within the two of
them each passing day. It had taken her some time to finally get around to it,
a few final tests to confirm just what it was she had been looking for within
Maka, and with the knowledge that Eruka would be returning soon from her latest
mission she supposed that the torture had gone on long enough. Not to mention
the fact that she relished the thought of Crona's no doubt negative reaction to
her revealing that she had lied to him the entire time and that he could have
enjoyed Maka at any time. Maybe she'd finally make him snap and take some
action against her, some wonderfully abusive degrading action, a witch could
hope…
"Yes, well, I suppose I've kept you to myself long enough," another parting
slap. "And I have to admit I've missed my son," she grabbed Maka by the hair
roughly, lifting her up then tossing her onto her back carelessly. "How about
we go see him once we're done here?" Maka nodded, her body limp on its back.
"Now what do you say?"
"Thank you, Lady Medusa," she moaned, ready and waiting.
"Very good," Medusa let out a few arrows to tease Maka's nipples while reaching
down to pinch the Meister’s clit, absolutely loving the girl's scream as she
came instantly. "You're such a little slut aren't you Maka?" she pinched and
tugged at the girl's nub as her arrows prodded her chest prolonging the stream
coming from the girl's sex as she whimpered, her body spasming uncontrollable.
"Just look at you, spreading your legs for someone who isn't Crona, wetting the
bed like a worthless animal."
"I'm sorry," she groaned weakly.
"Oh, I'm not criticizing you," Medusa retracted the arrows, taking a moment to
look over her handiwork, to see Maka lay sprawled over the bed, the sheets
beneath her wet twitching slit absolutely soaked with the girl’s arousal. "I'm
simply pointing out the facts," she stood up then, brushing at her robes. "Now
get up, I'm sure Crona would love to see you after so long."
Maka amazingly pushed herself up without much effort bringing a satisfactory
smile to Medusa's lips, this was a one of the side effects Medusa had
discovered during her tests, Crona's mad blood had steadily changed the
Meister, made her much sturdier than before, she could walk away from things
that would normally put someone her size out for a week. Medusa felt a pleasant
shiver as she could only imagine how Crona could have affected the sisters
during her time spent away from monitoring them, the possibilities of their
changes giving her a sudden urge to go test them. She was already thinking up
what could be done to the two of them as Maka went over to the drawer, looking
for one of the dresses Medusa had custom made for her.
"Leave it," the witch ordered. "Toy's like you and the others don't need
clothes at home unless we're expecting guests," she waved for the girl to
follow.
Maka dropped the fabric without question. "Yes ma'am," she looked up
thoughtfully as she followed Medusa. "Do you think he missed me?" She asked
hopefully?
"He does seem to love your…" how could she describe it? "Condition, almost
obsessively, so I'd imagine he's missed you."
Maka smiled, hoping so more than everything. "I hope Liz and Patty have been
taking care of him."
"Oh believe me, they have," the scene of Crona and Liz's practice she had
witnessed from a snake in the shadows tickling her, though at the same time it
made her think a bit about what it was that they were practicing for.
How would Crona's blood react with a weapon or Meister when having a child?
Would it amplify the child's abilities or create entirely new ones? Would it
allow for more Meister-weapon hybrids her son? So many question's flooded
through her mind, all of them making her almost giddy with the prospect of all
the experiments she could do to find out the answers. And then her thoughts
expanded even further when she sensed the snakes she placed inside of Eruka
entering the base, the young witch returning from the last mission Medusa gave
her, how would he affect witches? How much had he already affected Medusa and
Eruka? The woman had neglected to run any serious tests outside of
psychoanalysis to figure out what had come over her mind while within the
effect of her son’s madness, she’d have to get around to fixing that soon.
That could wait however, she still had so many more important ones to run with
the Guinee-pigs around her. "Tell me something Maka, have you thought about
having a child with Crona?" she asked, making conversation as her mind raced
with the ever-expanding possibilities.
"Of course I’ve thought about it!" Maka answered excitedly, eyes widening
brightly. "I'd love something like that!" she calmed a bit right after, trying
to actually think about it. "Though, I don't want to rush things," she clasped
her hands behind her back, her feet kicking out in overexaggerated steps.
"We're still pretty young, and I want to help Crona get as strong as he could
be above everything else."
"That's good to hear you think that way," Medusa glanced back at her, thinking
about all she had discovered in just a few days about Crona's effect on others.
"Liz seems to feel the exact same way."
Maka smiled. "I knew she'd fall for him," her smile went a little crooked.
"What does Patty think about him?"
"That Crona's cock is the best thing to ever happen to her," Medusa chuckled,
thinking back to some of their sessions she witnessed. "She certainly likes it
rough, she usually ends up a passed out mess face first on the floor every
time."
Maka's face heated up a bit. "Is Crona dealing with her ok?"
"Don’t worry, Liz is keeping her in line," Medusa closed in on a door at the
end of the hall. "Though why don’t you go see for yourself? We’re here-"
Maka thoughtlessly pushed past her before the door was even halfway open, eyes
locking onto Crona, Patty and Liz sitting on a soft couch in front of a big TV
instantly. "Crona!" she ran towards him, her voice startling him.
The next thing Crona knew Maka tackled him, her nude body pressing against him
as she hugged him close. "Maka?" he was surprised to say the least. "What are
you doing here?" he noticed Medusa walking in behind her.
Medusa shrugged. "I got bored with my little ploy, plus she really missed
playing with you."
Crona frowned at her as Maka kissed his cheek. "Ploy?"
"Medusa lied," Maka answered, too happy to think about the fact that she was
ratting the witch out. "You could have played with me whenever you wanted when
she was testing me but she kept me locked up, so you couldn't," she ground
herself against his leg as he stared at his mother's smug face.
"You… you lied?" Crona believed it without a doubt but still…"Why?"
"Oh please Crona, you know how I love playing with you however possible,"
Medusa chuckled as Liz glared at her, giving a concerned glance to Crona as he
could only stare at his mother, the irritation he had felt earlier growing into
full blown anger. She had kept Maka away from him for all that time when it
didn't affect her tests at all?! Medusa smirked as he slowly glared. "Oh my,
come on Crona, it's not like you'd expect anything less," she was right, he
wasn't surprised at all. "And now that Eruka is back from her last mission all
your toys are here to play," she gestured around the room. "So, you can enjoy
yourself as much as you want tonight," she said just as a door on the opposite
side of the room opened.
Eruka walked in surprising Crona from his irritable thoughts. "Eruka?" he
hadn't actually believed his mother when she said the young witch was back,
thinking it was just another cruel joke.
"Hi Crona," she waved with a smile, then faced Medusa. "Everything you asked
for is done," she reported with a little bow.
But Medusa didn’t notice and just looked past her as five small bodies followed
her through the door, one of them closing it behind her. "Eruka, where's Free?"
And why were the Mizune sisters with her? Her last mission was to make contact
with them and feed them the lie that the Academy had killed their sister, not
bring them here.
"Practicing," the frog-witch answered. "He was having trouble with his powers,
so he left to work on them."
"And the Mizune sisters?" Medusa asked, her tattoo's slithering beneath her
clothes cautiously as the small witches found their stares drawn to Maka, an
eyebrow raised on each of their faces as they took in her nude body grinding
across Crona.
Eruka blushed a bit, noticing it as well. "I uh, I told them about Crona and
how he had some Academy students as slaves, and well…" she shrugged, not
knowing what else to do. "They wanted to come get a look themselves."
Medusa relaxed a bit, . "Really? How interesting," very actually considering
her recent thoughts, more test subject perhaps… "Well then, welcome Mizune
family, I hope you find things to your liking."
"Chi-Chi-Chi," they answered in unison.
"Who are they?" Crona asked, looking at the little witches curiously, they
looked exactly like a witch he had seen with Eruka during a Mass he’d attended
in the past.
"Some friends of mine who wanted to meet you," Eruka glanced down at them,
feeling a little embarrassed about Maka. "Uh, so there they are," she gestured
to Maka and the sisters.
The Mizunes stared at the three girls around Crona for a moment then snickered
together as four of them floated off the ground and moved towards the air above
the one still on the floor. They stacked themselves up on top of each other,
one after the other, their mousy little hats disappearing into the clothes of
the one above them. Every non-witch present watched the strange pillar the five
had made curiously until it suddenly glowed a bright pink then disappeared in a
cloud of smoke.
"You know, I honestly didn't believe Eruka at first," a much taller,
seductively dressed Mizune stepped out of the cloud, crossing her arms around
her scantily clad bust as she looked Crona over. "And yet here you are with a
bunch of students just like she said."
Liz looked the new witch over. "So, who are you supposed to be?"
"Just someone looking for some payback for her dead sister," she eyed Maka
curiously. "So, what exactly did you do to them?" the girl looked like she had
already came…
"Crona just convinced them that his side is better is all," Medusa answered,
going over to the couch, nudging Maka to the side while placing a hand in
Crona's lap. "My son can be very persuasive," he shivered, her hand quickly
raising a tent beneath his robe, he may be irritated with her but that didn't
change how she made him feel.
"Wow, so you really are a sicko like Eruka said huh?" Mizune asked making the
young witch squeak.
Medusa glanced at Eruka, brow raised. "Did she now?"
Mizune saw the wordless plea in her friends eyes and shrugged. "Well not in
those words exactly, no," she licked her lips, eyeing the boy with a sultry
smile. "She just said that the kid was so good that even his mom wanted to fuck
him," Eruka tugged her hat down around her head upon hearing that, just trying
to disappear.
"That's true enough I suppose," Medusa kissed her son’s cheek, squeezing the
tip of his tent. "Would you like to come find out?"
"I think I just might," she looked over the others. "First things first
though," she focused on Crona. "You wouldn't mind letting me borrow your girls
for a bit before we get to know each other, would you big boy?"
"What for?" Crona frowned, wondering what she could possibly want with them.
"Nothing serious, and I promise you'll enjoy it," she walked over to the couch,
brushing a hand against his cheek. "Hell, I'll even let you join in, you seem a
little tense after all," she nudged his tent with her knee sending a shiver
across his body.
Crona looked between all the girls around him, their flushed arousal evident,
they weren't arguing yet so… "Uh… I-I guess that's alright," she didn't sound
like she was threatening them either, so what was the harm in going along for
now?
"Great," she grabbed Crona's hand, pulling him from the couch. "Can I tell your
toys what to do?"
Crona rubbed his arm, a bit uncomfortable with how she made them sound like
objects. "Ok…"
"Great," she turned to the girls. "Everyone strip down," Mizune dragged the
footrest of the couch over and sat down, crossing a leg over the other as she
watched.
Crona watched as Maka gestured to her body with a smile while Liz and Patty
began taking off their already skimpy clothes and then looked at Medusa as she
stood up to come over to him only for him to swallow, mouth dry as he psyched
himself up for what came next. "Y-you too."
Medusa stopped in place a frown on her face. "Excuse me?"
"Y-you still owe me," he tried to straighten up in an attempt to act with
authority. "You never gave me my reward for my last mission."
Medusa just stared at him as she tried to remember, to prove him wrong, only
for nothing to pop up in her mind. Had she… she couldn't have forgotten, she'd
never forget something as important as… She had! She could only laugh as she
realized he was right. "My-my how long have you been sitting on this?" she
wondered aloud as she took hold of her robe.
Mizune glanced back at Eruka. "You want to join in too?" she asked with a
smirk.
Eruka looked between her and Crona, feeling a little worried, knowing of
Mizune's more carnal urges, Crona wouldn't let anything happen to her right?
Then again if Mizune made the boy do what she wanted… "I guess that's alright,"
she moved over to the couch, grabbing at her dress.
When all four girls and Medusa stood naked in front of them Mizune snapped her
fingers, the couch disappearing in a plume of smoke and replaced by a large bed
big enough for everyone present to use. "Alright, everybody stand up in a
line," she snapped her fingers again and a bag came into existence in her arms
which she set down on the foot rest to then pull out a handful of tiny black-
rings while the women got into place in order from left to right: Medusa,
Eruka, Liz, Patty, Maka.
Medusa eyed them cautiously, with the faintest of worries as well. "Are those
what I think they are?"
Crona frowned as Mizune nodded. "What are they?" They looked a bit familiar,
almost like downsized versions of the ring Medusa placed on him during his
conditioning…
"Denial bands," she pulled out a number of small pink ovals and a box of
bandages which then brought over to Maka first. "Put them on someone’s crotch
and the person can’t orgasm unless given permission, and they can't take them
off either until the owner shuts them off," she slid the ring around Maka’s
clit, the girl locking up a fraction as the cold metal seemed to tighten itself
around her erect nub. “They’re really good for getting people worked up, or for
punishments,” she continued on as she grabbed up her vibes which she bandaged
onto her clit, with another set going onto each nipple before the mouse-witch
moved on to Patty. "Don't worry kid," she glanced back at Crona's worried
expression. "All I need to do is snap my fingers and they shut off instantly,"
she grinned while putting the same assortment of gadgets onto Patty.
Crona swallowed nervously still, watching the youngest Thompson brush her
fingers across the bandages, pressing on them and giggling as Mizune continued
down the line. "Ok then…" So long as he could tell her when to let his girls go
he was ok with this so far.
When Mizune finally finished placing the last of her set against Medusa's clit
she went back to the bag, twirling a finger over her shoulder as she bent down.
"Alright, everyone turn around and bend over," she rooted around in her bag as
they did what she said, each of their sexes facing Crona as she turned back
around, a number of identical toys in her hands, each a little smaller than his
penis in length and width but covered in dozens of little bumps that seemed to
be leaking out a liquid to coat their lengths as she went back to Maka first.
"Hope you don't mind stretching her out a bit," Crona didn't understand what
she meant by that, he was bigger than those toys…
Maka squirmed not knowing what Mizune was doing behind her, only knowing that
it sounded ominous. "What are you guys talking about back-" she locked up and
squealed when Mizune shoved the toy into her, the tip reaching just a bit away
from her deepest point as she shook from the sudden penetration, whimpering as
Mizune moved on to Patty.
Each girl moaned in varying muffled degrees as Mizune placed the toys inside of
them, but that confused her a bit as she failed to understand how not a single
one of the girls had screamed from something as large as those toys being put
in so roughly. With Medusa on the other hand she had expected the witch to
remain almost the same, a faint flush to her cheeks being the only change in
her stoic stare. Mizune looked over her handiwork, ignoring the lack of
reasonable reaction for now, to nod at the sight of their folds reflexively
clenching around the toys.
Then she clapped her hands, rubbing them together gleefully. "Ok, one last
thing," she went back to the bag.
Crona frowned. "W-what else is there?"
"Their asses of course," she mumbled, digging through the bag as Crona's eyes
went wide.
“What?!” He cried out, not expecting the answer at all.
She raised a brow at the outcry. "What do you mean what?" she looked back at
the line of girls that hadn't heard her whispered statement then back to him,
frowning herself now. "Wait… you're telling me that with all of them you
haven't done it there yet?" Crona shook his head and she laughed. "Oh boy, it
looks like you're in for a treat today then," she laughed as she pulled out
another set of the ribbed toys, the items self-lubing just like the first did.
"What is that?" he asked, referring to the clear liquid coating the toys.
"Oh just another little magic item," she said, sliding her slick hand around
the toy. "It's a really cool item for sex, works as a great lube and scrubs a
girl clean as a whistle for a whole twenty-four hours," she smiled back at him
as she spread Maka's cheeks open, the girl shivering with anxiety and
puzzlement at the conversation. "Nobody wants to fuck a dirty ass after all do
they?" Then pressed the tip to Maka's tiny hole and shoved it all the way
before she could even react, treating Crona to the sight of her back arching as
she screamed, her sex clamping down in the toy inside of it as her ass
stretched around the second. She was gripping the sheets so tightly now, her
ass tingling from the magical gel as it went to work coating soaking into and
cleaning her insides. "There, now we'll just let that sit in there for a bit
and do its job," she moved on to Patty next who was looking at Maka’s trembling
frame excitedly.
Once more she went down the row only this time each girl reacted how she had
expected, going limp as the girth of the toy knocked the air out of them upon
entering their unexperienced holes, and even Medusa reacted this time, a gasp
coming out as her ass was filled up. Crona could only stare at the sight in
front of him now, his cock twitching beneath his robe as each girl squirmed
before him, their twitching folds soaking the sheets below with their arousal.
Mizune smiled while watching him. "See? I told you you'd like it," she took his
hand and dragged the foot-rest over to the other side of the bed so that they
sat face to face with everyone on the bed before she drifted down onto her
knees in front of him, a hand going to the bottom of his robe. "Now then, how
about we get to know each other while we let the others get ready for you?" she
suggested with a simple snap of her fingers.
Crona thought he heard a faint buzz before each girl on the bed tensed up,
their moans soon all he could hear as they writhed in unison on the bed as
every toy Mizune had placed on and in them activated at the same time. Each of
them reacted differently to the vibrators but each and every one of them made
him throb just the same. Maka's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she
lay limp, Patty's eyes had gone hazy as she devolved into maddened giggles, Liz
had her face buried into the bed sheets trying to keep her moans from coming
out, Eruka's mouth hung open with an almost pained expression and Medusa was
trying her best to hide her reaction, her fists clenched tight in front of her
as her lips trembled together.
Mizune watched each twitch from the tent in his robe as he looked down the
line. "Wow, you're a lively one aren't you?" she chuckled, lifting his robe up
and tossing it off into a corner.
She had to admit already she liked what she saw, the bulge straining to get out
of the boy briefs and the faint smell of musk filling up her nose while putting
a hungry smile on her lips. When she hooked her thumbs to pull down his
underwear however her smile disappeared and was replaced by a slack jaw as the
thing between his legs snapped out to flick her right in the forehead with a
sticky wet slap. She then sat there dumbly, watching it bob and flex in front
of her as Crona shifted slightly to kick his legs out of his underwear.
She gulped, a lump in how throat as she licked dry lips. "That's… that's a
really big dick," was all she could think to say as she reached out hesitantly,
her fingers wrapping it up in a tender hold, her disbelief trying to convince
her that the second she actually touched it the thing would fade away. It
remained as it was however as she took it with both hands, his girth too large
to hold all the way with just one, her eyes just staring at it in awe. "So
that's why they didn't react when I put those toys in," she just laughed,
watching a bead of pre leak form on his tip from her touch. "They've been
getting fucked by this huge thing!"
Crona shifted around at her words, embarrassed. "C-can you please not say
things like that?"
Mizune licked her lips in anticipation. "Kid you let me have this thing and
I'll do whatever you want," she snapped her fingers yet again, her clothes
disappearing in another plume of smoke before without another word she kissed
the side of his base, licking along his length until she got to his tip where
she kissed it again. She took him in her mouth and gave his head a little suck,
licking up his pre with a moan before she pulled off, stroking him still. "Come
on kid, let's see if this thing is just for show," she opened her mouth wide.
He just looked at her for a second as she put her hands on her lap, a faint
sense of Deja-vu rolling through him as he hesitantly put his hands in her
hair, tensing up with excitement when she gave him an affirmative nod. He
placed his tip into her mouth, shivering as she eagerly wrapped her around it,
sucking and rolling her tongue around him with expert speed. He then slowly
inch in, shaking as the wet heat of her mouth took him in further and further
until he held her against his pelvis, his penis curved deep in her throat as he
looked down at her flushed face, her nose in his pubes, her throat swallowing
around him as she gave him a demure look. He pulled himself out to the tip
moaning as she sucked on him the whole time, her mouth trying to pull him back
into its wet embrace while she gave him another nod, a groan rippling through
his cock as she tried to give him a go ahead. Crona understood the message all
too well as he gripped her hair tightly and them rammed himself back down, his
cock slipping down her throat with ease, the satisfying sensation of her heat
and his balls slapping into her chin urging him to continue. Crona began
thrusting in and out, his mind drifting back to memories of his first time
doing this to Medusa, the lustful nostalgia coursing through him and giving his
thrusts just the tiniest bit of extra brutality. It felt so nice, the feeling
of her tongue flattened against the underside of his length, her well timed
sucks whenever he reared back, and the sounds she made! He slammed down even
harder with each maddening wet gluck that escaped through his cock as he
pounded into the back of her throat, harder and harder until he was sure she’d
have bruises on the inside of her neck. He looked up to the girls on the bed,
feeling himself grow even hotter as he took in their their unabashed looks of
lust while they reacted to him using Mizune, each girl getting a flash through
their eyes of themselves in the exact same position, the thought making each
clench up tightly around all that filled them.
He focused mainly on Medusa however, watching his mother's face as her mask
slowly fell apart, her lips parting and letting out one of the sweetest moans
he had ever heard from her. “Crona…”
The sound of her pained moaning of his name matched with the sight of them all
constantly on the brink of orgasm along with the feeling of Mizune's throat
finally got to him. His length thickened with every thrust, his balls churned
with their scalding hot load right before he rammed into Mizune's mouth one
last time, the thickly packed orbs bouncing against the witch’s chin one final
time. She moaned around him as rope after rope of white hot cum hosed down her
throat. He was so good, so perfect! How had she not found out about this
perfect stud of a cute little bitch-breaker before? How had she gone so long
without knowing the bliss of his sticky hot cum settling into a bubbling pool
within her belly?
She had no idea and that was unacceptable as Crona extracted her from his
length and let her lean against his legs, enjoying the sound of her panting
below him. "So it's… not just for show…" Mizune said between pants, looking up
at him with amusement and adoration.
"So, is that it?" Crona asked, eyes drifting back to the others wondering what
they were feeling right now being unable to climax, wondering if it felt
anything like when he experienced it.
"Oh no, it's definitely not," she got up unsteadily as she moved over to
collapsed onto her stomach face to face with Liz as she spread her cheeks open
behind her. "Come over here kid," she pushed her butt up with her knees and
presented herself to him, Crona’s eyes briefly glancing down to look over her
surprisingly tight looking close-lipped peach-fuzz encompassed slit. "Since you
haven't ever done anal before, how about you let me show you how it's done?"
she looked back at him as he followed her up onto the bed to kneel behind her.
"First things first, can you lick it? It can really hurt if it isn't wet,"
Crona looked over the tiny hole, face scrunching up in a frown as he glanced at
the handle of the toys buried inside the girls. "Its fine!" she assured him,
desperate to feel his touch. "I use some of that stuff every morning so I'm
ready for anything," she waved her ass in the air for him. "Please," she
begged. "I love the feeling so much!"
Crona took hold of her hips, lifting her up so that her pink hole was level
with his mouth, nothing but the scent of her aroused cunt filling his nostrils
as she placed his thumbs on either side of it, making the mouse-witch moan as
he gave it a light stretch. He hesitantly licked it, feeling her twitch as he
took in its flavor, it wasn't as bad as he had expected, in fact it wasn't bad
at all, it just tasted like freshly washed skin, salty to an almost
unnoticeable degree. He kissed her hole, his tongue pushing its way into the
rippling velvet of her anus, her moans egging him on as she squeezed the tight
passage around him until he finally pulled back, watching the little hole
slowly close itself back up, he was going to be inside of that?
He poked it a couple times with a slicked finger, poking in a single joint,
then the next then all the way to the knuckle. "Oh that’s good~" Mizune groaned
as he tugged it out, the feeling of her tight hole trying to suck him back into
its clenching heat putting him on edge. “I’m ready for the real thing when you
are,” she gave another seductive wave of her hips before Crona stilled them
with his hands. “Do it~” she sang the second she felt his bulbous tip prod her.
“Do-it-do-it-do-it-do-it…” she chanted, rocking herself back to push it deeper
against her hole.
Then he gave a rock of his own hips, pushing his well lubed cock forward, both
his and Mizune's eyes going wide as he pierced the first few inches of his
member inside her. They moaned in unison as she contracted around him, her
tightness unlike anything he had ever experienced before and his size larger
than anything she'd ever taken. "W-what is this?" Crona whimpered,
involuntarily thrusting another inch into her as she clenched and moaned around
him.
"This is my ass- ah!" Mizune hissed as Crona reared himself back out to the
tip, the soft velvet of her ass clinging to him the whole time. "Oh, that's
it…" she moaned, the heat of his cock driving her mad. "You're so damn huge!"
she yelled as he pushed back in, hilting himself entirely inside her before
setting up a slow pace, just savoring the feeling of her wet burning tightness
around him as he slid in and out. "This is sho great," she slurred, doing her
best to slam herself backwards to meet his thrusts in an attempt to urge them
to come faster. "Come on kid, don't just sit there going slow all night, I can
take it!" She begged, desperate for more. "Hurry up and fuck me! Fuck my ass
raw!" Crona grit his teeth and slammed forward, giving her just what she wanted
as he reared back and began to give her nothing but long-dick thrusts from tip
to base. "Yes-yes-yes!" she shook with each impact of his hips, her cheeks
rippling with every strike. "Fuck me! Fuck me so hard so I can't walk
tomorrow!" she screamed, her voice going hoarse. "Fuck me and use my ass like a
cum dump!"
She was so loud she made Patty seem quiet in comparison, if that were even
possible, and her screams seemed to just keep on growing in volume as she
begged for him to break her further, to fill her, to use her, her words just
egging him on, urging him to go even harder. He could get used to this
honestly, having a girl that screamed for him to use her instead of just please
her like Patty did, he loved making his girls happy of course, but as he sat
there with Mizune, his thrusts becoming more and more frantic with each scream
begging for his cum, he could only think of how good he felt. How good it felt
every time his swelling sack collided with her aching cunt, her arousal
smearing into his skin as he began to drape himself over her, his hands rubbing
over the whisker marks flanking her belly button and making her spasm while he
hugged her as he shifted into shallow clapping thrusts. She could feel it
coming, feel him getting thicker within her as his hands moved to manhandle her
breasts, one last savage thrust bottoming him out into her. She couldn’t stop
the broken scream from being torn through her lips as he dug his nails into her
chest came inside of her, the sensation of the first few spurts of thick warm
spunk coating her insides with a lovely shade of white pushing her over the
edge into her own climax.
She went limp beneath him as he filled her, every new pump of his cum causing
her to squeeze around him, milking even more out into her. "Oh yeeeees!" she
moaned as Crona collapsed against her, his lips brushing against her neck,
making her giggle a bit as he rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him.
“I can see what Eruka sees in him,” she thought to herself as he continued to
lovingly peck her neck, tenderly pulling himself from her, his cock popping
from her now gaping hole as he placed her down beside him. "That… that was
incredible," she whispered with a tremor as some cum leaked from her abused
hole. "You're incredible."
"Did that feel good?" Crona asked, hoping it did.
"Oh yeah," she laughed. "You definitely know how to give a girl what she wants,
I can't feel my legs."
"Is that ok?" he wondered with a frown, it really didn't sound like it.
She just nodded though. "Yeah, it means you did it right," the two were then
drawn to a moan beside them and they looked over to the other girls, the mouse-
witch flicking between each of their tearstained faces with relish, they
probably felt like they were going to explode by now. "What do you want to do
with them?" Crona looked from Maka to Medusa, looked over each of his beloved
pets until his eye came to rest on his mother's pained expression, a sudden
thought that made a crooked smile twist his lips he pushed himself to his feet.
He walked over to the other side of the bed, a hand settling down to rest on
Medusa's butt, peeling one cheek to the side to let him see her toy filled
holes. "Mizune, you can let the others finish," she raised a hand to snap but
stopped when she saw Crona take a breath. "Not Medusa though," the seductive
pinkette smirked with a snap and all but Medusa locked up in place and screamed
on the bed in unison, the intensity of their tortuously built up climaxes
soaking that part of the bed all the way through to the springs as they all
came undone and passed out the moment the dams put on their release were
unlocked. Crona took hold of the toy in Medusa's folds meanwhile, watching his
mother closely as he thought about exactly what it was that he was doing. "… T-
that ring is going to stay on," he swallowed, barely believing what he was
saying as he pulled the toy out, drawing a whimper from her. "Y-you always
messed with me before, n-never letting me finish so many times while you got to
have all the fun," he tugged one side of his mother’s gaping cunt lips to the
side, drawing a weak moan from her as she felt his searing tip prod into them.
“Now it’s my turn,” and with that he gave her a single rough thrust, bottoming
himself inside her and tearing a broken sob from her lips.
Crona winced as he gripped his mother’s hips so tight they’d surely bruise, the
feeling of the toy buzzing in her ass massaging his cock as it stretched her
folds to their limit. He gave her no mercy as he began to thrust, thinking only
of himself and how good it felt to punish her for once, to be the one in charge
while his mother learned what it felt like to be teased and used. There was no
loving embrace, no tender touches to please her, just an endless pace of rough
fucking into her womb, her arousal climbing until it came to an unpassable
block. She groaned, desperately rolling her hips back into her son’s savage
ramming in a hope of reaching her climax, but nothing came of it as he
selfishly abused her towards only his own end.
             “So kid, how does it feel?” Mizune asked curiously, taking her
time as she went down the rest of the line, slowly removing the toys from each
girl’s gaping passages as they moaned limply in their knocked-out bliss. “Feel
good knowing you’re pretty much raping your mom?” She smirked as he tensed and
gave the woman a particularly rough thrust that made her cry out. “You really
are a couple of weird ones,” the mouse shook her head as she climbed up behind
him, her hands reaching to cup his swinging testicles. “You’re getting off to
raping your own mother…” She massaged the sloshing orbs while listening
intently to Medusa’s pained yet somehow even more pleasured grunts from each
bed-creaking thrust. “And she’s getting off on being raped,” she chuckled to
herself as Crona’s thrusts began to get more erratic. “What a perverted mother
and son you are,” she noted while giving his sack a squeeze.
Medusa sobbed long and hard as her son buried himself as deep as possible
within her, his thick load filling her up to the brim and only adding to the
already agonizing heat that had built up inside of her from his actions. But no
matter how much her body burned for release, no matter how much she wanted to
beg and cry for him to ease up and give her just one single climax, she
couldn’t think of anything other than the pride she felt welling up within her.
It was finally happening, he had finally taken action against her, he’d hurt
her, demeaned her, he’d taken the first steps along the path of becoming the
dominant abusive partner she wanted him to be. His confidence after this
incident could only continue to grow, especially now that he had the threat of
putting these rings back on and turning her into a broken pile of climax-denied
mush if he ever got fed up with her again. The thought did nothing but swell
the pride and excitement blooming in her chest as her son extracted himself
from her sloppy well fucked tunnel, a single drop of his release managing to
drip out of her before another scream tore through her as the buzzing toy from
before was jammed back in place, a good majority of his heat escaping out
around it as he shoved it down to the handle.
Medusa could just groan in place, her body aching everywhere as Crona shifted
up to side beside her face. "I love you,” she whimpered, tone full of adoration
as Crona patted his lap while looking towards Mizune.
Crona smiled down at his mother as the buxom mouse-witch straddled him. "I love
you too mom," he replied while Mizune pecked his cheek, giving a few rolls of
her pussy against his length. "Can you make them buzz harder?" He asked the
other witch directly while turning her around in his lap, a frown on her face
until his drenched cock slipping into her well stretched ass with ease while
one of his hands trailed to the pinkette’s dripping folds.
“You’re so mean~” She could only laugh and gasp while barely managing to lift a
weak hand up to snap.
             Medusa didn’t even have a chance to shake her head and beg before
her world went white, the vibrations kicking up in their unified intensity and
doing nothing but filling her with more pent up need as she was treated to him
tenderly kissing Mizune’s neck while playing with her slit as his thick cock
throbbed inside her ass. Mizune moaned in place, her hips jumping while her
hands went to her whisker printed belly, contenting herself to simply rub
circles around it while enjoying the warmth she felt radiating from beneath the
skin as this boy treated her to the another of the greatest lays she believed
she’d ever or would ever have. And as for Medusa? All she could think about as
she lay there writhing in her painful denial was how proud of her son she was
at that moment as he sat there, torturing the mother he’d just raped with the
sight of something he’d continue to deprive her of until he finally got around
to changing his mind.
If he ever did that is…
***** Training and Changes *****
Chapter Summary
     Crona's girls decided to do a bit of training in the hopes of being
     useful to the boy later while the young stud gets to enjoy a parting
     gift from Mizune to punish and condition his mother into someone
     desperate to make up for all the awful things she'd done to him and
     his lovers.
     [The first Impregnation is at hand!]
Mizune awoke the very next morning to two things that made her smile, a
blissfully sore yet equally satisfied body and Crona's peaceful face, a chuckle
rolling through her as the boy turned in his sleep, a hand draping itself
across her breasts before she took the chance to really look him over. He
actually was a pretty cute looking kid now that she had time to look, and
that thing between his legs was definitely a nice point in his favor too. All
things considered she believed that she would enjoy living here with this kid
while Medusa followed whatever plans she’d came up with, though if she was
actually going to do that she'd have to have a word with those other girls. She
liked him, and she definitely wanted him, but she didn't want to step on any
toes and ruin any established boundaries, she was the newcomer here after all.
Speaking of the other girls though, where were they? When she took the time to
look around the bed Mizune found that it was empty except for Medusa on the
other side, a faint buzzing coming from the woman’s rear. When she actually
thought about it however the shower was the first thing that came to mind and
when she took a moment listen she found she could hear the telltale sounds of
water and muffled voices. Mizune looked down at Crona's peaceful face then
begrudgingly pulled his hand from her chest as she got up, part of her not
wanting to leave his side, but then Medusa groaned beside her and the mouse
slowly grinned as an idea formed, a way to keep Crona happy even after she was
gone.
She moved over and pushed the unconscious witch onto her back, eyes drifting
down to the soaked bed sheets beneath her, the smell of arousal and sweat
adding an excited flush to the seductress’ cheeks. That kid was cruel, leaving
his own mom alone the whole night with all this stuff in her, even going so far
as to torment her by giving Mizune climax after climax in front of her, it gave
the mouse chills just thinking about what he’d be willing to do with her
personally, but for now… She took hold of the two toys in Medusa's holes and
pulled them out slowly, drawing a long groan from the witch until her body
finally let go with wet pops.
Mizune set the toys aside, snapping her fingers so her bag of tricks fell
beside her in a plume of smoke, her smile growing as she peeled away one of the
bandages from Medusa's nipple, the rotor beneath falling out. She dug around in
her bag as she lazily tugged the other bandages away, the snap of the Band-Aid
being pulled away sending a jolt through Medusa's body. Mizune grinned when she
found what she was looking for as she tossed away the bandage: A small pink
remote that she rolled the dial down on with her thumb, the buzzing of the toys
and rotors cutting off in response.
She set the remote beside the toys and rotors beside her as she pulled out
another set of fresh bandages and a jar of gel which she popped open and put
down before she replaced the vibrators and bandages over Medusa's clit and
nipples. She then took hold of one of the long toys, shoving it into the jar
with a lewd squelch, letting the magical device absorb the substance inside for
a bit before she lined it up with the witch's already stretched and gaping
holes. She then proceeded to shov it in harshly, Medusa's hands fisting through
the bed sheets as she was filled once more, an unconscious moan escaping her
mouth as her face twisted with pleasured discomfort. Mizune did the same with
her other hole, then took hold of the remote and clicked the dial to the low
setting, the buzzing returning to its original level as she placed the remote
onto Crona's chest, he was going to love this when he woke up…
She gave the snake a once over then took out a pen and paper from her bag as
she left Medusa's body, writing out a quick note for the boy, he seemed like he
really wanted to teach his mom a lesson, and that remote was going to give him
exactly what he wanted. She couldn't help laughing to herself at the thought of
Medusa's reaction to the higher settings on those toys, if she thought what
Mizune had left her with last night had been bad then she'd be in for a
surprise when Crona woke up. She gave the boy a little pat on the head and kiss
to the cheek before dispelling her bag as she left to find the shower, hoping
the whole time that he'd be grateful for her gift, the possibilities of the
reward he may give sending a wave of excited heat through her. She shut the
door behind her softly before moving down the hall, letting the sound of
running water and muffled voices guide her to the other girls.
She breathed in a deep calming breath before she stepped into the bathroom,
letting the warm steam seep into her, her sore muscles relaxing slightly as she
walked up to the shower and tapped on the glass door. "Morning, can I come in?"
"Hey, good morning," Eruka slid the door to the side, welcoming her friend in.
"We were just talking about you."
"Really?" Mizune set herself against the wall as Eruka slid the door shut, her
eyes going to the Sisters massaging suds across Maka's body, the small girl's
face flushed from Patty’s more sensual touches. "I hope you weren't saying
anything bad," she smirked playfully.
Liz laughed and shook her head. "Nah, we were just trying to think up a
schedule since he's got so many girls now," she breathed out, exasperated. "We
were trying to figure out whether or not you should go first since you love to
take it so rough, or last since you're the latest girl."
Mizune shrugged. "I'm honestly fine with either," Eruka slid herself behind the
mouse, sudsy hands trailing up Mizune's hips. "So long as that kid spends some
time to screw my brains out I’m good."
Eruka chuckled as she worked. "Tell me about it, he seems to know just what to
do to make you feel amazing," her hands palms Mizune's breasts, fingers sinking
into the soft flesh.
"Yeah, he's amazing like that," Maka smiled, enjoying the sisters cleaning her
slowly. "And it just makes you want to pay him back as much as you can."
"He’s definitely got something going for him alright," Mizune leaned back
against Eruka as the frog kissed up her back, groping her and spreading bubbles
around her chest. "And it's not just that dick of his."
"Are you sure?" Patty asked with a frown. "It's pretty nice," she giggled right
after.
"Maybe it's the fact that we're not just meat to him," Maka's hands trailed
down her own body, hands palming her petite breasts. "Maybe it's because he
loves each of us equally despite how different we all are…"
"Something wrong?" Mizune asked, noticing how sad the small girl was beginning
to sound.
Maka sighed solemnly. "It’s just this stupid body I've got," she crossed her
arms over her chest self-consciously. "There's no way I can make him feel good
as all of-"
"Maka…" Liz wrapped her arms around her, cutting her off as the pistol's hands
drew tiny circles around her waist. "You're just as good as the rest of us, so
cut that crap out."
"Yeah, and you're not the only small one here," Eruka piped up from behind
Mizune. "Just because you don't have a pair of these…" she pinched Mizune's
nipples, tugging her breasts outward as the mouse winced with a flush. "Doesn't
mean you can't still make him feel good, he said it himself after all."
Mizune recovered from the pinch quickly, reaching her hand back between Eruka's
legs. "You've got a problem with your body?" she asked as she drove her fingers
up into the frog's sex, drawing out a gasp.
Patty nodded, giggling a bit. "Maka feels bad cause she's so small," she poked
at Maka's breasts. "She's dumb like that," she snickered as the Meister pushed
her hand away with a pout.
Mizune watched Maka's embarrassed face for a bit as she drove her fingers into
Eruka repeatedly, the frog's hands dropping to the wall just to hold herself
up. "They're right you know," she pulled her hand free of Eruka's lips as she
walked over to the Meister. "Your body isn't all that matters."
Maka looked off to the side. "Sure, says the one that already has a nice body."
Mizune chuckled. "Yeah, I have a good body, but I also know how to use it," she
took hold of Maka's sides gently. "Just because a girl is stacked doesn't mean
she knows how to use it to make a boy feel good," she reached up and palmed
Maka's breasts, drawing out little whimper. "Even someone without any curves at
all can make somebody like Crona cream his pants without even putting him
inside," she let a hand fall down to Maka's glistening lips, fingers probing
inside, the only reason the Meister could even stand now was because of the
sisters holding her up. "You're obviously new to having sex, and lacking
confidence in yourself to begin with can be a pretty bad combination," she
smiled, bringing her arousal slicked fingers up to her mouth. "But that doesn't
mean you can't learn a few things," she licked Maka's juices up, finding she
enjoyed the Meister’s flavor.
"W-what do you mean?" Maka asked, body shaking.
"Stick with me for a bit kid," Mizune chuckled, ruffling Maka's damp hair. "And
I'll give you a few pointers that'll make you feel like a goddess around Crona
when you two are together," she smiled. "Just think of it as payment for what I
put you girls through last night."
Maka swallowed, body feeling light from just thinking about Crona lusting after
her. "What… what do I have to do?"
Mizune leaned down, her face level with the little Meister, fingers pinching
the girl's chin. "Well, first off…" the mouse licked her lips as Maka began to
tremble with anxiety… and arousal. "Let's see how you do with kissing…"
                                       …
 
Crona honestly didn't like how he seemed to have a habit of waking up to an
empty bed, the others were early risers and he understood that, but it still
was so much nicer when he got to wake up to someone looking back at him. His
thoughts were interrupted however when something fell off his chest as he
pushed himself up, a tiny remote with a piece of paper underneath that he
picked up and looked over with a frown.
"If you want to give mommy a bit more punishment then feel free to use
this," he looked down at the remote curiously then back to the note. "I hope
you're feeling generous today and give me a nice reward. - Mizune," he smiled,
that was nice of her.
He looked the remote over closely as he set the note aside, his curiosity about
the tiny unimpressive looking device overwhelming him. It didn't look like
much, just a tiny little pink square no bigger than his palm, a dial with three
tiny simplistic pictures surrounding it: A little yellow face that looked very
uncomfortable at the lowest setting, an orange opened-mouthed flushed face for
the middle, and then strangely what looked like a glowing white sun for the
third. He wondered what that one meant for a while until a moan brought him
from his thoughts and brought him to look at his mother's bare form in the same
spot he’d left her, the smell of her aroused body finally reaching him. He felt
himself harden as he moved over to her, the scent of her pushing him on edge
before he was even close enough to touch her. He looked back at the remote then
down to his mother's pained expression, an excited thought coming to him then
as he tugged the toy out of her folds: She was always so mean to everyone, and
she always did things without considering what it did to all of them, but now
that he had Mizune and her toys… Maybe he could make his mother a little bit
nicer, he thought as he lay himself down against her, his face level with hers
as he pressed his tip against her wet entrance. Still… there was no reason to
rush, he could just sit here and enjoy himself a bit before she finally woke
up, and as he pressed his mouth to her unresponsive lips, his hands going up to
play with her breasts as he pushed inside her, the pleasure being all he needed
to know this was a good idea as he began to thrust into her.
             He was raping her again, the knowledge making him feel odd as he
bit her lips and rammed just a bit harder, he was thinking only of himself and
using his mother’s body without her permission, using it like a toy. The
innocent and caring part of his personality chastised himself for his actions,
believing it to be wrong, but another more sinful portion spoke up asking what
the harm could be in having a bit of fun like this occasionally. Crona could
always make it up to her later, after he’d thoroughly fucked his mother into a
pile of unfulfilled lust that would do anything he said the moment he asked her
to.
…
 
Moans echoed against the walls of a large training room, Maka's moans to be
exact, after their shower had ended and Mizune had begun her first round of
teasing to test Maka's body the Meister had insisted that since she had gone
through four straight days of training with Medusa and was going to be
practicing even more with Mizune for Crona's sake, then the others should at
least practice once for him as well, if not sexually than physically. Since the
others had nothing better to do, and they thought in unison how improving their
strength could be useful to Crona in the future, they all agreed with the
Meister’s suggested and followed Maka's direction to one of Medusa's larger
practice areas. And so while the petite girl was toyed with and teased the rest
of the girl’s set up the room for a bit of exercises, or at least they tried
to.
It was quite difficult for any of them to concentrate on doing much with Mizune
ramming into Maka from behind with a massive, buzzing, double-ended strap-on
and in fact the only thing Eruka and the sisters had managed to do was set up a
row of practice dummies before Maka's screams drew their full attention and
disbelief. The Meister and witch had been at this for about ten minutes now,
the stones beneath them drenched in their shared juices as Mizune dished out
instructions over the course of each brutal thrust into the girl from behind.
"Come on Maka," Mizune laughed, squeezing the girl's hips. "If you don't
practice what I tell you then how will you get any good at it?" Maka however
could barely hear anything the witch was saying due to the pleasure
overwhelming her, Mizune chuckled then raised a hand and gave Maka's backside a
sharp slap, drawing out a squeak. "This is for Crona remember?"
Maka tightened up around the strap-on, nails biting into the stone as she
groaned, drooling a bit. "Crona…" she felt so embarrassed about what Mizune
wanted her to say, but it just felt so good! She giggled drunkenly, her face on
fire from arousal and embarrassment. "Use… use Maka's little pussy as hard as
you want," she received another slap, the pleasant pain urging her to
continue. "M-Maka's a slut… just a dirty slut that wants your cock!" she
screamed out the last word as Mizune drove the toy in to the hilt, the tip
vibrating against her cervix making her mind go blank as she released, adding
to the puddle beneath them. “Want you so bad… pregnant… baby…” Maka's words
slowly devolved into just a repeat as Mizune continuously slapped her bruising
behind, holding their hips together with the other hand. "Baby… baby… baby…"
"That's a good girl," Mizune cooed, gently rubbing Maka's tender ass. "Just
keep screaming and moaning like that and he'll be pumping you full of cum in no
time," she leaned against Maka, mouth going to her ear. "Can you imagine that
Maka?" she whispered. "Imagine him filling you, letting one of us lick it out
of you right after," she bit Maka's lobe as the Meister clenched around the toy
again, a second orgasm fast approaching. "You like that huh? You like the sound
of being his cum bucket?"
Maka giggled in response. "Yessss…" She groaned, just imagining herself
bloating up on his sticky batter, his cum filling her to the brim and breeding
her.
Meanwhile Liz, Patty and Eruka couldn't pull themselves away from the scene,
the sound of flesh slapping together, Maka's moans and screams, and the scene
of Mizune constantly slapping the girl's ass sending a pleasant heat between
their legs. Eruka was the only one of the three that had been overwhelmed by
the need to relieve herself of that heat, her fingers driving into her slick
sex again and again as she watched.
"Can we practice with her when they're done?" Patty asked beside Liz, thighs
rubbing together as Mizune fell onto her butt, pulling Maka into her lap. "That
looks really fun," she shivered as the mouse dragged Maka's limp form up to the
buzzing tip then rammed her back down.
Liz snapped herself out of it, shaking her head to try and gather some sort of
focus as she looked away from them with some trouble. "No Patty, we've got to
practice too," Maka screamed again, making her want to turn around once more.
"This is for Crona right?"
Patty nodded, managing to turn around herself. "Ok…" she changed into her
weapon form, falling into Liz's hand. "But I really want to play with Mizune
now."
"I know," Liz had trouble aiming her sister, her hands shaking slightly. "I
want to do it too," she managed to steady herself slightly, her aim improving
just a bit. "But we need to work so we can help Crona remember?" she breathed
out, steadying herself further. "Besides, Mizune looks good, but she's nothing
like the real thing, right?" that didn't mean she didn't want to relieve
herself with the witch though. She hoped that she could down all the dummies
quick and get to it.
When she pulled the trigger to start however everyone in the room stopped what
they were doing as little pleasured yelp left the pistol before a large black
bolt fired from the barrel with the sound of a cannon going off. The moment it
touched the first dummy of the row the thing exploded into dozens of wooden
shards, the thunderclap of the detonation sending a jolt of shock through each
girl. Everyone, even Maka, looked between the dummy then down to the pistol in
Liz's hand, the elder sister herself staring at it wide eyed as the smoke from
the obliterated dummy and Patty’s barrel cleared.
She let out a nervous laugh, hands shaking once more. "I… I-I guess being with
Crona has more perks," the laugh continued a bit, a hint of madness creeping
into it. "T-that was fun!"
Patty laughed with her, barely believing she had done that, nor the jolt of
pleasure that had shot through her upon firing. "Yeah it was! Do it again!" her
laugh quickly became manic. "It felt sogood!”
Mizune grinned at the two of them as she resumed toying with Maka, at least the
two had finally found something to do besides watch her like a couple of
voyeurs, not that the watching didn't make it a little more fun that is. But as
Mizune began to ram Maka back down onto her toy again the witch's thoughts
drifted back to Crona and Medusa, the thought of them staying awake through the
explosions of Liz firing off her sister sounding absolutely absurd. She grinned
right after though at the thought of Crona getting to work with his mom after
reading her note, the possibilities of the tortures he'd be putting the woman
through making her clench around the other side of the strap-op vibrating deep
inside of her.
She couldn't wait to see what he had done.
                                       …
 
Medusa was jolted awake by the sound of a number of sharp explosions, but
instead of pushing herself up she found that she was trapped beneath someone,
their lips nibbling hers and… and their dick inside of her?! She shook a bit as
Crona continued to kiss her, his hands massaging her breasts as he slowly
pushed himself in and out of her sloppy cunt, what was he doing? He wasn't
allowed to do anything to her unless he had completed a mission! She thought
back to last night, trying to remember if she had said anything to him, but all
she could remember was the blinding agonizing unfulfilled heat that had
engulfed her sometime during the night.
Crona noticed her awakening and pulled away from her lips to smile down at her.
"Good morning," he gave a rough thrust, his tip pushing against her deepest
point, his thoughts focused solely on her not even registering the explosions
in the background. He recognized the sound the proceeded them, the sound of a
rapid-fire pistol going off, it was probably just Liz and Patty practicing
something.
Medusa groaned without meaning to, her mind trying to get a hold of itself as
she put a hand against Crona's chest to try and push him away. "W-what do you
think you're doing?"
"Having sex with you," he leaned back down and kissed her again.
Medusa pushed at him harder, managing to pull her mouth from his. "Who gave you
permission to do that?" she most certainly didn't. "You know the rules Crona-"
"I don't like the rules," he gave her a more intense thrust, making her shiver.
"So I'm not following them anymore."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing but at the same time a pleasant heat
slowly passed through her at the thought of Crona ignoring her orders and
taking her, was it finally happening? Was he finally taking charge? She shook
herself the next second though, pushing the thought aside.
She still had important work to do, and that trumped a need for pleasure.
"We'll talk about this later," she tried pushing him away again but her weak
hands accomplished nothing. "I have important things to do-"
The next second her world went white as Crona rammed into her as the vibrators
against her clit and nipples and the one within her ass spiked in their
intensity. She reflexively tensed, her nails biting into his chest as she
arched her back, her sex gripping his length like a vice as she unintentionally
bucked into him. Then the vibration went back to normal and she went limp
beneath him, unsatisfied pain racking her body, she must have still had a ring
on, that was all she could think as Crona looked down at her weak body with a
crooked smile.
"Say please," he said, barely holding back his excitement, he was
telling her what to do, he couldn't believe it. "Say it and we'll go together."
Medusa swallowed, trying to regain her composure. "I'm… serious Crona," she
barely noticed his hand moving to his side. "I don't have time for-" once more
her body locked up as the vibrations spiked.
"I'm serious too," Crona let this time draw out a bit longer, enjoying her
bucking into him before he finally dropped the setting back down from the
middle setting to the low one, his mother was panting so hard now, it sent
chills up his spine, he did that.
"Crona… stop this-" again he turned up the vibration, she bit back her moan,
trying her best to deny him the satisfaction as he turned it back down. "I'm
serious! Stop it-" once again it rose and fell. "Crona-" and again. "Enough-
" and again.
This continued on for what felt like an eternity, the moment Medusa said
anything other than the word he wanted to hear he jacked up the setting to
medium, breaking his mother down bit by bit until she was a drooling mess
beneath him. She could barely think straight, her body was so tense, aching,
begging for some form of relief.
"Now," he looked down at her expectantly, his member rock hard and waiting.
"What do you say?"
Medusa looked back at him, tears in her eyes from her many denied climaxes, the
sight making Crona throb, he was making Medusa cry. "Please!" she wrapped her
arms and legs around him as she hugged him close. "Please-please-please~"she
chanted endlessly.
Crona smiled, pealing himself out of her strengthless hold and leaning in to
kiss her jaw. "Please what?"
She lay there for a bit, trying to recover from the torture he had just put her
through, what was it she wanted to do again? Oh right, her tests on the other
girls… and something about Death City, her mind was too jumbled to remember. "I
need to go see the-" he jacked it up once more. "Please I need to go see the
girls!" she screamed immediately and in response he pushed the dial back down,
smiling happily.
It was working just as he had hoped. "Ok, we can go see them," he pulled
himself from her slowly, savoring the feeling of her holding onto him so
tightly. He slid his hands beneath her, lifting her up bridal style like she
weighed nothing, and based on how her body felt currently she could easily
believe that. He carried her to the door, holding her close to him, his hands
warm against her skin, before he came to a stop. "But let's go get cleaned up
first, you're really dirty," and now he was casually insulting her.
She couldn't believe the change, was he really just waiting for an opportunity
all this time to be like this? "… Crona?" she asked cautiously as he opened the
door. "I… I really do need get to work-" she felt his hand move and she hugged
him tight. "Please! I really need to focus, it's important!" she relaxed just a
bit as he set his hand back underneath her. "Please let me work-"
But Crona just shook his head. "No, you get to spend the whole day with me
today," he kissed her softly. "We get to do what I want today, so no work until
we’re done."
"But-" she bit her lip when the vibrations kicked up again, and tensed up into
a ball of lust as he left it on that setting while he carried her to the
training room, a trail of his mother's juices following him down the hall as
she clawed at his chest, letting out such sweet moans the whole way. She didn't
know what had gotten into him… but she would be lying if she said she didn't
love it.
                                       …
                                        
Liz and Patty were laughing madly throughout their whole practice, completely
ignoring the other girls now as they fired round after round into the dummies,
blasting each away until they were nothing but dust on the ground as pleasure
pulsed throughout their bodies. "This is great!" Liz screamed, feeling a jolt
of Crona's madness with each pull of the trigger, the sensation making her own
sex quiver as she destroyed the final dummy and just kept firing into the wall
behind them.
And meanwhile completely unbeknownst to the sisters Mizune had moved Maka,
placing the girl on top of Eruka as the mouse slid the toy between them,
relieving both as she sat there watching Liz fire her sister as if the
experience was on-par with sex. it was a fun pass time to watch while she gave
Maka more instructions. "This is another thing that you can do Maka," she
squeezed her hips, trying to get her attention. "You could always work with
another girl to make Crona feel good, it doesn't just have to be you alone."
"Ok…" Maka almost sang the response, she felt so high off the pleasure she
couldn't think of anything better to say.
Mizune smirked down at her as she let the buzzing toy come to a halt between
their two petite clits, eyeing Maka's red ass before she palmed one cheek to
the side and dragged her thumb up the girl's slit before prodding her tiny hole
with it. “Not to mention…” Maka reacted instantly, tensing up as Mizune popped
her thumb inside of her. "We can always work with this place to," she slid the
toy out from between Maka and Eruka, positioning the wet vibrating tip at
Maka's back entrance. "Oh you'll be so much tighter than me with this tiny body
of yours, I bet he'd cum the second he rams it in," she said while doing just
that.
Maka's eyes went wide as she squealed through her bit lip as Mizune entered
her, it felt so strange having something so big insert itself in that hole, but
as Mizune set up a fast pace she could only think of how good it felt as she
imagined feeling Crona in there instead of this toy, feeling his hot throbbing
length inside of her, filling her insides to the brim with his heat. It felt
amazing.
Maka giggled as she went limp atop Eruka, the frog kissing the corner of the
Meister's drooling mouth as she held her in place for Mizune. "She gets broken
really easy doesn't she?" the frog asked humorously.
Mizune chuckled. "Some guys like that, and I'm pretty sure Crona's one of
them."
"Oh definitely," Eruka reached up and poked at Maka's cheek, making the mad
girl giggle. "He really likes Maka that's for sure, though with her being his
first trophy and all I guess that's normal."
"Must be nice, being the favorite," Mizune chuckled squeezing Maka's hips
softly.
"He's not like that…" Maka spoke up weakly. "We're all equal-" she squealed
when Mizune gave her a rough thrust.
"He sounds like a really good kid," the mouse chuckled as she fell into a slow
rhythm.
"He really is," Eruka smiled dreamily while thinking about the boy. "He really
cares about all of us, and he takes his time to make us all feel good."
"Nothing like a guy that isn't picky," Mizune's thoughts went back to him and
his mother. "But how much of a bad bone does he have?"
Eruka shrugged. "Never seen him be mean before, so I wouldn't know," she
thought about it. "I really don't think he has one to be honest."
Mizune smiled at her friend, everyone had a bad bone, and she honestly couldn't
wait to see his.
                                       …
 
Crona was sitting down on a ledge against the wall of the shower, his mother in
his lap as his hand glided over her sore body, his length pressed against her
back. "Crona…" she said cautiously, eyes falling to the remote at his side
fearfully. "Is… is this only for today?" she couldn't afford to be unable to do
anything for long, her plans wouldn't allow it.
Crona smiled slightly, excited by her fearful tone. "Maybe…" he palmed her
breasts, massaging the soft flesh as he kissed her neck, then he pinched her
nipples hard, making her cover her mouth to hold back the whimper it caused.
"Maybe not."
"Can it please be over after today?" she asked hopefully while grinding herself
back into him. "I promise I'll be nicer from now on-" he pinched her again,
causing her to wince.
"I don't know," one hand drifted down to her sex. "You lie a lot," he shoved a
pair of fingers in, spreading some suds around within her.
"I won't anymore," she said quickly as he teased her with his 'cleaning.' "I'll
be nicer-" she saw his hand going to the remote. "Crona please!" she looked
back to see him smiling as he picked up the remote.
"We'll see," he pushed it to medium, feeling her tighten around his fingers as
she tensed up in his arms. He held the remote in his hand as he moved Medusa so
she was sitting against the wall. He took a moment to just admire the sight of
her so submissive. "This is really fun Medusa," he smiled as she squirmed, her
face pleading for mercy. "But I wonder how much better it could be…" his eyes
went back to the remote in his hand.
"Please…" she begged as he thumbed the dial, unsatisfied tears pricking her
eyes.
"You have to learn Medusa," he gave her the best Medusa smile he could muster.
"I'm in charge now," he pushed the remote up to the max and it felt like
Medusa’s reality exploded.
                                       …
                                        
Mizune was really going to like living here, she knew for sure now. She didn’t
know when but she had made something snap inside of Maka at some point while
they were training and the Meister was now on top of Eruka and had the frog-
girl’s head clutched between her thighs as the mouse toyed with herself. The
sisters had switched places at some point and now Patty was down on her knees
firing her sister one handed, the other hand between her legs as she moaned
with each shot that just added to the puddle of lust spreading out beneath
them.
Her thoughts were interrupted however when the big door to the training room
opened up, causing her to grin and tap Maka's shoulder. "Hey look whose here."
Maka looked over weakly but got a jolt of energy for her trouble, smiling
brightly when she saw who it was. "Hi Crona!" she waved, but her hand fell back
to the floor to hold herself up when Eruka licked a certain point. "G-good
morning."
Crona smiled, glad to see everyone in such high spirits… especially the Sisters
who didn't even look away from their demolition of the wall to acknowledge him.
"Good morning everyone," he glanced back at his mother who he had on his back.
"Say good morning mom," he thumbed the remote which he had dropped back to the
lowest setting on his way here.
"Good morning," she said quickly, her grip on Crona tightening, genuine fear
evident and making her son throb.
Mizune laughed while Maka giggled atop Eruka at the sight of his twitching
length. "Are you enjoying my gift?" from the look of things he was.
Crona nodded walking over to them. "Could you make a bed please?" with a snap
of the mouse's fingers he got his wish as one appeared in the middle of the
room right in front of him. "Thank you," he let Medusa collapse roughly onto
the bed and tossed the remote onto it before extending a hand to Mizune.
"No Problem," she said, admiring his slick length as it bobbed between his legs
while he pulled her up. "Do I get a thank you?" she asked hopefully.
He nodded again, smiling. "Is a kiss alright?" he asked innocently as his hands
drifted to her hips.
Mizune chuckled, hand gliding down between her and Crona. "Depends on where I'm
kissing…" she squeezed his head, earning a little shiver from him as he
squeezed her in response.
When his lips gently met hers however her hand slowly trailed away from his
length and up to his chest as she deepened the kiss. It was a rare occasion for
her: Getting kissed like this, most of the times she’d gone out looking for men
to sate her they were all only interested in the sex but this… this was rather
nice. This tenderness and sensual holding that filled her heart with a soft
glow that seemed so much nicer than the roaring flames of lust she usually
allowed to run rampant within her.
She pulled back, tongue giving a little flick to his lips before she smiled
softly. "That… that was a nice thank you," and a much tamer one than what she
had been expecting. "You sure you don't have anything else though?"
Crona sat down on the bed and picked his mother up, shivering from the whimper
he drew from her. "Crona… please-" she bit back a moan as he dragged his tip
across her sensitive lips.
"Do you think we could just kiss more?" he asked as he slid Medusa down onto
him, sighing blissfully as their hips met. "I want to do a punishment Medusa
did once," he flexed his length inside her as her nails bit into his back once
again. "She used to eat in front of me while I starved after disobeying her, so
I think I should do something similar and be gentle with someone while I'm
rough with her," he picked up the remote and rolled it up to the max setting.
Medusa let out a scream before biting into Crona's shoulder, her sex tightening
around him almost painfully as he squeezed her hips to the point of bruising.
Her body just felt numb now, no more pleasure just a complete and utter loss of
feeling as her son used her. He was being such a cruel unfeeling man and
she adoredit.
Mizune looked them over, grinning. "That's so mean!" she sat down beside him,
hand on his thigh. "I like it," she kissed his cheek, glancing at Medusa's
pained expression as the witch watched, the sight of seeing such a mighty woman
being reduced to such a state filling Mizune with excitement. "You know," she
kissed the corner of his mouth. "I don't usually get kissed all that often,"
she gave a quick peck on his lips. "Most only care about what's below my face."
Crona leaned in, kissing her gently as he gave Medusa a violent thrust, pulling
out another whimper. He backed up from Mizune, smiling. "I promise that I'll be
different," he glanced around the room, feeling proud of the girls he saw. "I
love each of my girls…" he shot a look at his mother's pained face as she cried
into his shoulder, the lack of pleasure driving her mad. "Even someone like
her, so I'll make sure you know how much I appreciate you."
"I'm looking forward to it," she leaned in for another kiss as one of Crona's
hands drifted away from his mother and between the mouse’s thigh.
He slowly began moving more away from his mother, focusing more on Mizune with
every moment until he actually pushed Medusa off entirely, the loss of his
touch sending a pang of hurt through her. She could only watch, devastated and
unmoving as Crona gently placed his tip at Mizune's sex, rubbing soft circles
on her sides as he rolled himself inside an inch at a time, easing out little
gasps and moans from the usually loud woman. He was being so gentle with
Mizune… why couldn't he be like that with her? Mizune moaned as he pushed
himself up to the hilt, his head kissing her deepest point softly, his warmth
spreading through her and setting a flush to her cheeks as she struggled to
come to terms with what she was feeling. He was being so gentle with her, it
was so unlike the raw plowing for satisfaction she was used to, she honestly
had no idea how to react to this passionate love-making as he slowly set up a
pace, kissing her neck as he moved as gingerly as possible. She wrapped her
arms around his head as he moved back up to her lips, holding him against her
as the heat inside steadily grew more intense with every gentle kiss his tip
gave to her cervix.
"This is great," she chuckled, finally pulling her lips from his. "No guy has
ever taken me like this before," she groaned as he pushed against that certain
point within her.
"Do you believe me yet?" he asked, feeling proud of himself as he slowly kissed
down to her breasts and took a nipple between his teeth.
Mizune shivered in response, nodding before her head flew back from a sharp
jolt of pleasure. "Yes… Yes!"
This felt so amazing! So unlike the night before, so… loving. It actually
brought tears to her eyes as his lips met hers once again. This kid was
incredible, so indescribably perfect and she loved it… she loved him! The
silent admission igniting the glow within her chest into a full-blown inferno
of passionate adoration and euphoria. Her legs locked around him as she hugged
him close, her face buried into his shoulder as she tensed up and came, the
flexing of her folds working in unison with his thrusts to milk him into her.
She let out a mix between a whimper and moan as he flexed with one final little
tap to her insides before he filled her, the sensation of every rope that
plastered the inner walls of her womb with his seed sending pleasant shocks
down her spine.
He slowly pulled himself out, a portion of semen still coating his member as
Mizune lay back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling as stars danced in
her eyes. "Oh wow…" was all she could think to say as Crona moved over to his
mother.
He looked over her tearful face as she squirmed on the sheets, his eyes
drifting down to his length. "Medusa," he took his member in hand, prodding his
mother's lips with his head. "Be nice and clean it," when she didn't move at
all he took hold of her head and pressed himself against her, his length
pushing past her lips with no resistance.
He frowned as she made no movement against him, this was no fun… He pulled
himself out as he stood up then rolled his mother onto her back before taking
hold of her arm without any thought of her comfort. He dragged her by the arms
to the edge of the bed the let them fall limply before took hold of her head
once again to slide himself back inside, smiling with a shiver as he pushed
down into her throat, his musky balls coming to rest against her nose. He felt
her try to swallow, to try and free the obstruction from her throat as he just
stood there, steadily depriving her of oxygen with this girth.
"This doesn't feel good, does it Medusa?" he asked as she coughed around him,
her air starting to run out. "This is what you get for being so mean all the
time," her hands weakly grabbed at his thighs, but she couldn't budge him at
all, it was only when he pulled himself out to the tip on his own that got a
short breath through her nose before he rammed back in, choking her all over
again. "This is what you get for not being nice to everyone," he set up a
rhythm, ramming into her throat and choking her for a minute then giving her a
brief moment to take a breath before he stole it away again.
She could feel his length pulsing again and again inside her throat, his member
steadily growing, stealing more of her air as his thrusts became faster and
harder. Crona couldn't help but groan as he watched his length stretch along
her throat, the wet sounds she was making adding to his growing pleasure as she
drooled around him, her lips wetting his sack a little more with every meeting.
He was completely breaking her, using her like nothing but a toy, denying her
even the slightest bit of relief or rights, was this how he felt when she
treated him like a tool? Was this how awful she made him feel?
"You're being really rough kid," Mizune shivered from the sight of Medusa being
used like this. "Don't you think she deserves a break?"
Crona gave a particularly rough thrust in response, holding Medusa against him
as he came, denying her the chance to taste him as he relieved himself directly
into her stomach. "Not really, she enjoys it after all," he answered finally,
watching his mother press her legs together as the slightest bit of pleasure
pulsed through her from being treated this way. “She’s dirty like that,” he
pulled out slowly, not letting her get a breath in until the last possible
moment before he sat down beside his mother as she choked, taking desperate
pained breaths as tears fell from her eyes, everything hurt…
"Wow, she really is messed up, isn't she?" Mizune asked, chuckling. "Not only
does she have sex with her son but she wants him to use her like a sex-toy."
"Medusa?" Crona asked, nudging her cheek with his hand. "She asked a question."
Medusa shook from his touch, her eyes blank, she couldn't think of anything
anymore, everything was numb: Her body, her mind, every part of her being down
to her soul. "Yes…" she let out a laugh. "I'm filthy…" she laughed more as
Crona smiled. "I'm… I'm his toy, nothing but a toy for him to use."
Mizune whistled. "Wow, looks like you finally did it kid," she poked at
Medusa's head, the elder witch doing nothing to stop her. "Looks like you
finally broke her."
"She's really good at acting though," Crona looked her over, he had to be sure.
"Medusa?" she hummed in response. "Do you want to work anymore?"
"If you'll let me," she managed to roll herself over onto her belly, her hands
going to his still hard member. "I want to help you get stronger still."
"But do you want to stop right now?" he asked again.
She only had eyes on his cock now. "Do you?" she wondered as she stroked him
with both hands.
That did it, Crona finally let his guard down. "I think we can keep going," he
climbed back onto the bed, flipping her onto her back while reaching down to
the ring wrapped around her clit, a brief glance earning a nod from Mizune.
"You've earned it," he then pried it off roughly.
The scream Medusa let out… it almost made Crona lose it right there as his
mother curled up, clutching at her sex as she went through the most intense
orgasm she had ever experienced throughout the entirety of her existence. The
sheets below her darkened in a wide area as she soaked them with her pent-up
arousal that continued to leave her with every desperate buck of her hips
against the cloth. She could feel everything, as if the whole world had lit on
fire and then some, her body had reached a level of pleasure she hadn't thought
possible before… And it was all because of her son, she'd have to give him a
big thank you for doing this to her…
She honestly had no idea how long she had been there as she came down from the
high, but it felt like an eternity. "Are you alright?" she felt Crona's hand on
her cheek.
“Yes,” She smiled and rubbed herself against it. "Yes, that felt… amazing."
"I'm glad," he sat back, patting his lap which Medusa crawled up into with
barely responsive limbs, grinding weakly against him with her numb folds. "Can
we talk?"
"Of course," Medusa kissed his cheek as the bed shifted beneath her and Crona.
"Well, you two seem like you need some quality time," Mizune kissed his
forehead before getting up. "I'll be over with the other girls if you need me,"
she smiled as the boy gave her a quiet thank you.
"What did you want to talk about?" Medusa asked savoring the feeling of his
length gliding across her lips.
"Well… I wanted to apologize first," he guided her up to his tip, gently
letting her fall onto it. "I think I was too rough," he admitted as she groaned
at the entry.
"It was fine!" Medusa was quick to reassure him. "I loved it!"
"I know, but I was being pretty mean," he looked off to the side, barely
believing how he had acted earlier.
"I deserved it though," Medusa felt the need to justify him. "I was so horrible
to you for so long."
"I guess we were both pretty bad," Crona kissed her gently, but her sex
tightened around him like a vice as she shook her head.
“No, no you didn’t do anything wrong,” she clutched his cheeks while
unconsciously bouncing along. “It was all my fault, all of it, I was an awful
mother!” Tears pricked her eyes as her son just stared at her in disbelief and
she quickly found she couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t deserve to be called
your mother!” she hugged him close, trembling as she buried her face into his
shoulder.
             “Medusa…” How far had he broken her for the woman to act this way?
“It’s ok-”
             “No it isn’t!” She tightened her hold across his whole body. “I’m
a horrible worthless excuse for a mother, I need to make it up to you, but I
can’t!” She sobbed into his shoulder with every bounce. “Nothing I do will ever
make up for what I did to you…”
             Crona took hold of her, keeping her hips in place and keeping her
from moving anymore. “Mom,” a tremor passed through her as her son held her
gently. “That’s not true, you can make it up to me.”
             “How?” She croaked in disbelief, staying in his shoulder,
terrified to look at him.
             “By being nice to me,” he tenderly stroked her back, trying to
ease the tense muscles. “By being nice to the others, giving us what we want
without trying to use it to control us.”
             “What do you want?” She asked, hesitantly backing away, her eyes
trying to meet his.
             Crona smiled at her. “For us all to be happy,” she felt a flush
cover her cheeks as her son brushed his lips over the tear-stained flesh.
“That’s all I want.”
             “I’ll… I’ll try,” she attempted, only for a thought to come to
her, a memory of him and Liz practicing. “Crona?” he hummed curiously as the
woman gave him a squeeze. “I-I won’t make the girl’s take potions anymore,” he
blinked and held her away from him by the shoulders, his eyes wide with
surprise. “I-If they want to have your children then it’s your choice,” she
averted her gaze while running a ran along his chest. “And… if you’d allow it…”
she returned to his stare, her own eyes alight with lust as she closed in. “I
think I know a way to make things up to you~” she drifted off as their lips
met, her hips rising up and down a single inch.
             Crona parted from her, an excited heat blazing within him as he
looked into her loving eyes, trying to understand what she’d just said. “W-what
do you mean?”
             She trailed a hand down to her belly, to feel the heat of his
length stand out within her. “I was an awful mother to you,” she stroked her
folds along him again, her eyes smoldering with excitement. “But I think I
could be a happy wife…” she rolled backwards a bit, urging him to lean in till
her back met the sheets.
             He followed her along numbly, laying across her as he flexed
without meaning to. “Y-you mean you would…” His eyes fell to their connected
hips as the woman nodded, holding her arms out to embrace him.
             “Crona~” She groaned seductively in her attempt to bring him in.
“Make me your wife,” she gasped as he throbbed violently inside her, her eyes
blazing with love. “Make me a mommy~” she sang, a new feeling filling her belly
as her son became an unmoving statue in front of her.
             Then the next thing she knew he was against her in a heartbeat,
his lips on her, his chest cushioned by hers while his masterful cock rammed
all the way inside of her, the new sensation growing in her belly right around
where his searing cockhead bruised the opening to her womb. She had no idea
what it was she was feeling as her son fell into a desperate pace, rutting into
her body again and again, tearing grunts that quickly grew into wanton screams
as he plowed his length into her with insatiable need. The feeling grew with
every thrust, every blow to her cervix, every moan into her mouth as her son
fucked himself into her intent on breeding her. And then just like that a light
of realization flickered through the woman’s eyes as her son picked up the
pace, finally able to connect the dots within her fuck-addled mind and put
together what the sensation was…
             She was ovulating! She didn’t know what was happening, she had no
idea how she was actively experiencing her body going through the change, but
she was! And she knew it was all thanks to him: Thanks to her son, her man, her
husband working so very hard to put his children inside of her aching
incomplete womb silently begging for his potent spunk to fill it up and fulfill
its purpose. Her screaming picked up in volume as he continued to come at her
with ever-increasing ferocity, the sounds so loud that it drew the attention of
the others without any trouble. She was going to have her son’s children, she
was going to be bred here and she wanted the whole world to know it, wanted
them all to know that she’d fallen for her own little boy and was in the
process of becoming the first to carry his legacy!
             “Crona!” She screamed, folds rippling around him with each savage
thrust as their lips parted, her eyes glowing like little hearts filled them as
the stared down at her through his own unfocused stare. “Do it~” She begged, go
limp and letting him use her to milk his length. “Do it, please do it, make me
a mommy, I want to be your mommy!” She cried in an endless string of
thoughtless words as the boy winced and buried himself into the crook of her
neck.
             And the rest present in the room could only stop what they were
doing and watch as the entire thing played out, having come to understand what
was going on from what little they could make out of the woman’s broken sobs.
“H-he’s going to get her pregnant,” Maka stated shakily, knowing she was
exactly right even while she said it like she didn’t believe what was coming
out of her mouth.
             The statement sent a ripple through the cores of every girl there,
a ripple of depraved arousal at the raw incestuous pounding they were
witnessing as well as one of intense envy and need. They all wanted what Medusa
was getting, they all needed what Medusa was getting, but as they watched the
boy quite literally fuck his mother into a limp drooling mass of unresponsive
meat that could only clench around the cock-meat inside it a new thought passed
through them: They couldn’t do it. Every girl felt absolutely awful as they
watched, feeling the world to be so very unfair as they saw and heard the utter
bliss in Medusa’s gurgled moans around Crona’s tongue as he got closer and
closer to his release. They couldn’t let him knock them all up yet, as horrible
as the thought was, they all were still needed by the boy, he needed their
strength and assistance until everyone on the planet grew to feel and respect
his power just like they did. They couldn’t allow themselves to be selfish no
matter how much they wanted to, Crona needed them much more than they needed
the veritable heaven he could bring with a few thrusts of his hips.
             So they’d content themselves to this for now: To watching him
breed his own mother while trying and failing to burn away their needs with
each-others bodies, their minds racing with dreams and visions of when their
turn would finally come to experience the same euphoria as that of the snake-
witch. A euphoria that sounded oh so perfect as a final scream echoed through
the training room, Medusa’s form locking around to hug her son to herself as he
bottomed out with a grunt and began to pump inside her. The woman sobbed with
bliss, nails rending his back with black scratches as she felt everything: Her
boy’s semen hosing past her inner lips to coat the inside of her womb, the
feeling of the veritable army of sperm rushing into the narrow tunnels leading
to her eggs, the sensation of the unnaturally potent swimmers bashing
themselves into the lining of both her freshly prepared eggs, slowly whittling
them down until those two lucky souls finally found their way inside…
             Medusa went limp, her arms falling from Crona’s torn up back to
lay unmoving onto the bedsheets, every part of her body becoming unresponsive
as she orgasmed around her son’s still throbbing cock. He kissed her
unconscious lips all the same though, placed gentle pecks along them as well as
the occasional one to the tip of her tongue sticking out from her loose jaw. He
knew exactly what had happened as he slowly extracted himself from her inactive
tunnel, he knew what he had done as he fell backwards onto his butt and watched
thick chunks of his load ooze out from her thoroughly used folds. He’d
impregnated his mother, he had felt himself do it, felt the indescribable
sensation of pride and pleasure as two of his children pierced through her
defenses and fertilized her with a pair of twins.
             “Crona~” His hands balled into fists within the sheets as he heard
the broken moan sobbed from behind him and the sight he turned to did nothing
but reignite the fire raging inside his heart.
All of his girls sat bent over kneeling in order of chest size it seemed:
Mizune, Patty, Liz, Eruka, then Maka, their dripping needy cunts each spread
wide open with trembling fingers to drip their arousal onto the floor. “W-we
can wait,” Liz spoke up, finding herself unable to look back for fear of what
she’d do and say if she saw his cock right now. “We can wait for what Medusa
got…”
             “But that doesn’t mean you can’t take care of us~” Mizune mewled,
giving him a little inviting shake of her rear as she found herself in the
exact same situation as Liz.
             “Crona~” Another of those broken moans dragged his eyes to Maka,
her head numbly tilting to lock her heart-filled eyes with him over her
shoulder. “F-fuck Maka’s slutty pussy~” She stammered unconsciously, giving him
a little wag just like Mizune had, freezing him in place as his jaw clenched.
             And then he was on her in a heartbeat, his cock going balls-deep
into her spread lips and sending her hips into a bucking squirting orgasm the
moment he bottomed out inside her. The rest of the girls snapped their eyes
shut and remained where they were, struggling so very hard to lay there and not
look as Maka was fucked like an animal that moaned just like one as her tongue
hung out while her tear-streaming eyes rolled up, an endless series of climaxes
streaming into a puddle beneath her that grew with every wet clap of Crona hips
against her ass. They’d get their turn eventually, both with this… and with
whatever small reality-warping paradise Medusa was experiencing as she basked
in the afterglow of her incestuous impregnation.
             And as Crona got closer to his release, his cock hammering away
inside Maka’s slit as if the world were ending, they found that they couldn’t
wait one bit…
***** Clearing Their Heads *****
Chapter Summary
     It's the beginning of the Kishin "Resurrection" plan, everyone is
     poised and ready to strike the moment the Academy's party-goers are
     all packed inside enjoying themselves. Only there's an issue: The
     Mizune sisters are horny and Crona has troubles dealing with that.
     So now the boy is stuck clearing the heads of the little witches
     while doing some serious thinking of his own...
"Ok so let me get this straight…" Free began while glancing towards the girls
from his position on the rooftop, they were laughing quietly while Eruka's face
flushed as they looked down at the five small Mizune sisters. "So: Your mom,
the other witches, the Academy girls…" he gave Crona a strange look. "You're
screwing all of them?"
"I know, weird isn't it?" Ragnarok erupted from the boy’s back to cut in before
Crona could answer, shaking his head while the pinkette pouted up at him,
what'd he mean by that? "Doesn't seem like the type that'd be getting that much
action, does he?" That was such a mean thing to say!
Free rubbed that back of his head, trying to come to terms with this
information. "Well I mean, that's great and all, good on you, but… how?" he
frowned, not understanding it.
"Madness," Ragnarok answered with a shrug before Crona could. "Little brat is
chocked full of it, all the way down to his balls," he chuckled as Crona
reddened.
"Huh," Free then shrugged himself. "Alright then."
"Wait-wait-wait, hold on," Ragnarok looked at him wide-eyed. "That's it?
‘Alright then?’"
"Yeah why not?" Free asked, it all seemed pretty straight forward to him.
"What no: ‘How does that make sense?' Or: 'What the heck is wrong with you?!
You're screwing your mom?!'" He looked at the wolf like he was the weird one
here. "Nothing?!"
Free stared at him blankly. "You're talking blood that can turn into a magic
soul-eating sword, I'm an immortal werewolf that ripped out a witch's eye and
stole it, and we live in a world where the Grim Reaper is the principal of a
school that teaches kids that can transform into weapons how to kill monsters,"
he raised an eyebrow. "Is this guy screwing a bunch of girls really that hard
to follow?"
Ragnarok thought that over, not really knowing how to respond. "I guess when
you put it like that…"
"And besides, he seems like a cool kid, so I don't see any reason to make it
weird by questioning every little thing," he shrugged again. "And now that all
of that's been taken care of," he stretched, popping his muscles. "I guess we
should get ready to get this kid a Kishin soul," he liked Free, Crona decided
this as he followed the wolf over to the rest of the group. "So how are we
doing ladies?"
"Fine, just waiting for the last stragglers to get inside," Maka answered
before sighing. "Sure wish I could have gone in for a bit though," she twirled
around in her black dress, smiling to herself thoughtfully. "Wonder how
everyone would react…"
"They'd think you were pretty," Crona smiled, earning chuckles form everyone
and an appreciative smile from the girl.
"They'd probably freak out too," Patty giggled, almost tackling Crona as she
went for a hug. "I wonder what Soul would think?" She pondered while drawing a
little circle against the boy’s chest.
Liz chuckled while roaming her eyes along the Meister’s body. "That a Maka
without underwear is really easy to tease," she reached out and flicked Maka's
chest, earning a whimper from her as her nipples were rubbed by the fabric over
her chest.
"Liz!" she snapped, covering her breasts with a huff and a blush. "That was
supposed to be one of my surprises for Crona!" she whined indignantly.
Free raised an eyebrow. "Uh not to be that guy, but hasn’t he already seen you
with no underwear? How's that a surprise?"
"It's the situation! It's supposed to be exciting!" Maka fumed, looking away
from them, arms crossed. "What, you never had a girl that tried doing something
special for you?"
"Not really, usually I just screwed them and paid their fee," he answered
bluntly.
"I'm starting to see why nobody ever did something like this for you," Maka
scowled at the wolf, though if he was offended he didn't show any sign of it.
"At least Crona appreciates it," she hugged his arm, giving him a grip between
her legs. "Right?" she ground against his fingers through the fabric, her moist
heat radiating through into his palm.
Crona shook a little, an excited smile on his face, she was doing something
like that for him? In public? "But isn't it uncomfortable?" he couldn't help
asking, he didn't want her to inconvenience herself for his sake.
"It's fine, it just makes me a little more sensitive," Maka assured him,
grinding against him further, actually pushing his fingers into her through the
cloth, groaning at the feeling of him curling them within her. "More than
fine…"
"Wow, you really did a number on them huh?" Free chuckled, watching the display
with a curious and amused grin. "Never seen such a tiny chick act so slutty."
Maka barely heard him though, just enjoying the feeling of Crona toying with
her through her clothes. "Shut up or I'll chop you…" she mumbled, eyes
fluttering closed.
"Maka…" Eruka set a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Come on, the Mizunes being
like that are bad enough already, we can't have someone else losing it."
Crona frowned as Maka sighed while moving away from him reluctantly, her dress
a little damp but otherwise no worse for wear. "What do you mean?"
Eruka glanced at the five small witches, her face reddening again. "It's
nothing, they're just a little…" she rolled on her feet, a little embarrassed
to say what erotic thing she was thinking even after all her time spent with
Crona. "Absentminded right now."
Crona turned to them, still frowning. "What's wrong?" he kneeled down next to
them, noticing how they were each shifting in their own little way.
Liz chuckled a bit. "They're horny," she said bluntly.
Crona blushed with a blink. "Oh…" he glanced around, not knowing how to deal
with something like that on a mission, but he saw how much they were shifting
as they made tiny grumbles in the form of their signature high-pitched squeaks
and felt bad for his girls. "Is it bad?"
One of them nodded, discomfort evident on her face as she rested her head
against his. "Chi~" She groaned miserably.
Patty looked over at the Academy, noting the long wave of people still heading
towards it. "Hey, you know you could always take a bit to help them out while
we wait," she suggested brightly. "I know how hard it is to think about stuff
when I'm horny!" she laughed out the vulgar statement.
"Chi~" another of them moaned painfully, taking hold of his hand, squeezing it
tightly in her tiny grip.
"But… but you can't change without your magic," they had their Soul-Protects
up, so how would they…
“Crona, I’m surprised,” Medusa turned away from facing the Academy to face her
son with a faint smirk. “You of all people neglecting a lover?”
             “It’s not neglect!” He was quick to respond, sounding horrified by
the suggestion. “I-I’m just worried is all! We’re in the middle of Death-City,
there are academy students everywhere and if they find us before we’re ready…”
He seemed legitimately terrified as he looked over his girls. “I don’t want any
of you to get hurt,” then his eyes settled on his mother again, or rather her
belly, and his breath hitched. “A-and you’re pregnant…” He trailed off, just
staring at the cloth covering it.
Medusa’s eyes softened, as did every girl’s while Free smirked and respectfully
turned back to face the Academy to give the lover’s their moment. “Crona,” she
stepped down from her perch to wrap her hands around his shoulders. “It feels
good to know you’re worried about all of us,” in fact it made their hearts
soar. “But you don’t have to be afraid, we’re perfectly safe up here while we
wait for the right moment,” she rested her forehead against his, watching his
downtrodden eyes as his hands went to her sides, his thumbs brushing along the
edges of her clothed stomach, drawing a light-hearted laugh from the woman.
“And you don’t have to worry one bit about me right now, I’m only a few days
along after all,” she kissed his forehead, drawing his eyes up to meet them
finally. “There’s nothing here that can hurt our children,” she assured then
smiled lovingly while placing another kiss to his nose.
Crona searched her eyes for any trace of doubt, for anything to suggest she
wasn’t 100% sure of what she said, only to find nothing but love and
confidence. “Okay,” he relented, giving his mother a light peck on the lips
that made her heart glow. “If you’re sure,” he nodded while parting from her.
"Yeah, it's totally fine kid,” Free glanced over his shoulder to see if they
were finished, then came over with a grin. “You can go figure things out with
the mice while we keep watch," he then slapped him on the back, making the boy
stumble a bit with the unintentionally forceful gesture. "Go take care of your
girls," he noted Crona's still partially uncomfortable expression as the
Mizune's each took hold of his arms, squeaking out their discomfort. "You don't
want them getting hurt because they weren't focused, do you?"
"No," Crona sighed, getting a bad feeling in his gut as he let the little
witches lead him to the other side of the roof. "But how am I going to do
anything?" He wondered out loud as they pulled him around the corner behind the
top of a stairwell, putting it between them and the rest of the group for some
thinly veiled privacy. “S-so?” He asked, looking between each of them the
moment they were alone.
They pushed against his legs and waist gently in answer, pressing him up
against the cracked wall before standing side by side in front of him, his
confusion growing until they went on to spread their cloaks open. Crona's eyes
went as wide as dinnerplates as they each shrugged off the fabric, revealing
their miniature, almost child-like, bodies to him as well as the very small,
extremely thin, pink lingerie they wore beneath, the skimpy articles revealing
all but their actual privates. Even those however he got a glance of, the
tiniest bit of pink peeked out from beneath their dime-sized bras, as well as
the littlest bit of fuzz around the lewdly small panties so thin they actually
only covered their little slits.
Crona looked away, mortified and not knowing how to deal with their appearance.
"W-W-What are you doing?" They looked like little kids and he didn’t know how
to deal with that!
"Chi-chi-chi," the sisters giggled in unison, tossing their hats onto the pile
of clothes they had made behind them before one of them stepped ahead of the
others, palming his soft crotch with a tiny smile.
"I-I don't know what that means…" this was weird, no this was wrong! Wasn't it?
He knew from dozens of missions sent to pick off certain despised individuals
which no one would miss that this kind of thing was unforgivably bad!
"Ragnarok! W-What do I do?" He stammered in his mind.
For once however the blood monster didn't have a snarky answer to response.
"Uh, I actually… I don't know," he understood how Crona felt sure, this was
right on the borderline of sex-offender territory, but when he thought about
it… "I mean, well they're technically adults if you think about it, and
compared to some of the stuff we’ve already done…" Crona's eyes widened as he
said that, how could the sword even be suggesting that the boy go along with
this?! His thoughts were interrupted however when the Mizune squeezed his soft
member, sending a shiver up his spine. "And if that's not consent…"
"Chi?" another Mizune tugged at his arm, maneuvering his hand in a similar
fashion as Maka had just minutes before, making him cup the thin strip of cloth
covering her crotch.
Crona looked up away from them as another of them did the same with his other
hand, the feeling of their clearly damp bodies soaking into his palms sending a
rush through his systems as the last two leaned against him, their hands
joining the first on his still soft crotch. "Chi?" Yet another made that little
sound, and he swallowed before looking down.
They almost looked like they were in pain as the five witches stood there with
their legs clamped together, rubbing their thighs in a desperate attempt to try
and relieve themselves, uncomfortable tears pricking their eyes. A moment
passed as he was brought back to the time Medusa had kept him pent up while
conditioning him back towards the start of their relationship, more
specifically the almost excruciating pain it had brought him at times. He
couldn’t just leave them like this could he? And when he thought about it, the
fact that they were even having this problem in the first-place sort of proved
part of Ragnarok’s point, not to mention the fact that he’d already thoroughly
used the sisters in their combined form many times by now… He couldn't believe
he was actually considering this, this was so weirdand wrongand yet, in an
unacceptably depraved way, also sinfully erotic… He took a deep breath before
curling his fingers, making the two Mizunes on his hands groan and buckle as he
touched their needy slits through the cloth, their whimpers growing as they
began openly leaking onto his fingers. He felt two of the three leaning against
his chest tug at his robe, urging him down towards the ground and he allowed
them to guide him along, the three at his front smiling as the two on his hands
lowered themselves to straddle and grind against his fingers more, puddles
starting to form beneath each as he slipped past their underwear, entering
their tiny folds with cute little gasps.
The middlemost one leaned forward then, taking his lips while the other two
pecked his cheeks, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt a small tongue lick at
his lips, he was so disgustingfor going through with this! That's all he could
think as he opened his mouth, letting the Mizune mewl happily and lick at him
in a way someone her size and appearance shouldn't know how to. She then pulled
away, kissing at his nose as she giggled while taking in his half-lidded
flushed face before they all moved back, the two on his hands getting up on
shaky legs, a trail of arousal connecting them to him until it snapped once
they got high enough.
They smiled at him lovingly as they reached together for the bottom of his
robe, their purpose clear and he begrudgingly complied, standing for a moment
to pull the clothes up over his head, shivering as five pairs of little hands
instantly palmed at his underwear, squeezing him through the cloth before he
was even finished tugging the black robe over his head. He then took another
breath before looking down at the five girly bodies eagerly handling his
wrapped-up package before he reached down with shaky hands to pull them back.
He hooked his thumbs beneath his underwear and with a self-loathing filled
wince he tugged them down and off his legs, letting his girth flop freely
between his knees only to earn disappointed pouts and curious Chis as the five
sisters took in the sight of his flaccid length.
But then they all smirked as one, taking a moment to go pick up the pile of
their clothes before dropping them at his feet and arranging them in a way to
give him a clean bed to lay down on atop the dusty stone roof. They led him
down to it, setting him down on his back with little smirks pinches, tugs and
kisses to his waist, each one making him shiver until he  as they removed the
last of their clothing, revealing their tight dripping sexes and board-flat
breasts to him. They ran their hands across their bodies, trying to make him
react how they wanted, yet no matter how hard they tried he kept looking away,
his body remaining disappointingly soft. He was just so conflicted about all of
this and while part of them supposed it could be seen as admirable the rest
could only think how of stupid it was considering just how many other things
considered “horrible” by society that he’d done.
"Chi?" One finally found herself feeling it had gone on long enough and kneeled
down over his face, rubbing her hands over his cheeks softly as she straddled
him, her faintly chubby thighs cradling his head.
The others noticed their sister’s actions and with a collective giggle followed
suit: Two went to sit down on his fingers while the last remaining pair began
working on his length. One spat onto her hands and stroked her small slimy
digits across his soft shaft while the other rested the girthy flesh atop her
head while she dropped down to work on his sack, her nose happily sinking into
his musky skin while her tongue flicked out to lap at its underside. Crona
reacted just how they wanted, a tremor rolling through him as his cock and
balls bucked beneath their collective ministrations, his skin flushing hot with
a lustful heat.
"Chi…" the one over his face groaned while reaching down to spread herself
open, arousal dripping onto his lips as their eyes met.
She leaned further against his mouth, his lips brushing over her little clit
and making her tremble while she looked down with a needy stare as Crona tried
to keep calm, taking in a deep breath and preparing himself for just what it
was that he was about to do. He then gave her a slow tentative lick along her
slit that made her buckle, her hands going to his hair as her tight lips
clamped around his tongue, a loud whimper escaping her mouth as she rolled her
hips across his face. He couldn’t help himself as the little witch’s signature
sound came out so lewdly perverted, the little squeak making him throb in
response and urging him to continue. And continue he did, steadily setting up a
slow rhythm of laps from the bottom to her clit while the two working his
member hummed happily as he began to harden, one’s lips locking around his fat
tip and sucking down the pre he began to bubble with while the other sucked one
of his balls wholly into her mouth. He shivered at the sensation, his fingers
unconsciously curling into the two atop his hands and making them clutch his
arms as they bucked their hips into the appendages, more erotically charged
squeaks leaving them both.
He could feel himself getting tense as they continued, their actions becoming
ever more forceful and sped up as they worked towards building up his release,
each little witch squirming and squeaking in time as his wonderful crotch began
to bubble and churn with its delicious payload. Just when his tension was
beginning to reach its limit however everything above his crotch stopped, the
three Mizunes he was pleasing above his waist disconnected their slits from him
and crawled their way on numb legs to join their sisters at his length while
the two in question took to stroking one half of his shaft each. He swallowed
nervously as they lined up side by side above his member, all five reaching out
to stroke and massage his proportionally massive looking cock as his sack began
to tighten beneath their fingertips, their mouths opening wide while their
tongues poked out ready and waiting.
He shut his eyes tight as he bucked into their hands until he finally locked up
with a gasp as he came, rope after rope of thick semen flying out to splatter
their chins and cheeks as the sisters seemed to compete with each other to
catch each individual spurt, gathering the treat up with grateful smiles as
they continued to collectively milk him for more. He couldn't believe the
depraved sight that awaited him when he finally opened up his unfocused eyes to
look down: Five little pink-haired heads drenched in his spunk, their tongues
still outstretched and letting him gaze into each small mouth filled to the
brim with his release. Then they closed their mouths to swallow up their prize,
only to then follow it up by licking each other clean, switching between each
sister as they kissed and sucked his cum off one another, their lips
occasionally meeting in a heated cum-swap that sloshed his jizz between their
tongues.
It made his girth ache all over again only for him to then frown the moment
they finished cleaning each other as they all parted from his length to form a
private circle, their little muffled squeaks doing nothing but furthering his
confusion as they conversed amongst themselves. They argued long enough for the
boy to have almost gone limp until one of them finally made a happy squeal,
throwing her arms up happily as she came back to him. The others let out
downtrodden sighs as they sat themselves down, trailing their hands down their
bodies to rest between their knees as the joyous mouse crawled along him to
straddle his lap, pushing his cock flush with his belly as she lay her dripping
slit against it, the feeling stiffening him up all over again. Her joy didn't
last however when she stood up on his legs, letting his cock rise up till it
poked its tip against her only for nothing to happen when she bent her legs to
take him. A frown crossed the mouse’s face as she lowered herself, only for a
grunt of frustration to leave her as she gave a fruitless bounce that did
nothing but slide his cockhead up to brush her clit and make her tense up.
She let out an unsatisfied noise as she tried harder, frustrated tears
beginning to prick her eyes as his bulbous tip continued to do nothing but slip
from her folds and drag up each time. "Chi~" she whined, looking down at him
desperately, her legs shaking and sore from the constant bouncing.
Crona still had that conflicting look in his eyes as he hesitantly took hold of
her small hips, wincing with every squeeze she managed to give around the upper
portion of his cockhead, wondering the whole time if he was truly going to go
through with this. He had already gone this far with them, and at least no one
was there to see him doing this, as if it made the scene any less wrong… He
squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself before he pulled the little
witch’s hips down, slamming all he could fit into the Mizune all at once, his
body going tense and eyes snapping wide as he was wrapped up in a tightness he
had no idea how to describe. He trembled in place as he saw how she was only
halfway down his length, but from the look on the witch's face he didn't think
she cared all that much, a satisfied smile taking up her features as Crona's
girth quite literally stretched her out with its outline. He then lifted her up
gingerly, his hips leaving the ground for a bit as her sex sucked at him along
the way, a long drawn out "Chi~" leaving her mouth until he finally reached his
tip. The noise she made when he slammed her back down though set him on edge,
the loud squeal as her body went utterly limp in his arms piercing his ears and
making his length pulse.
Crona was already panting by the time he lifted her up again, a bit of drool
leaking out of both their mouths as he began to slide her along his length, a
little: "Chi," escaping her mouth each time he tapped against her inner
entrance. He was honestly having trouble keeping together at this point as her
body accepted his length as if it was made for it, her arms waving weakly as he
dragged her up and down his member like a ragdoll, the sight and sound making
his grip around her tighten with every thrust. He could feel his tension
growing, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as they continued, as his
tip collided with her cervix harder and harder. His release however came must
faster than anyone was expecting when he gave one particularly rough thrust,
letting out a cry as another inch of his length entered and forced his tip into
something even tighter and hotter than what he was already inside. The Mizune
in his arms meanwhile arched her back, her toes curling while her lips parted
in a silent scream of euphoria from the sensation of his mighty head piercing
past her cervix and into the confines of her womb the moment she felt his hot
load begin to travel up the length of his shaft. They were so overwhelmed by
the feeling holding them that they could only lay there twitching together as
Crona pumped his spunk directly into her core, the little witch’s outstretched
tongue twitching as her tear-stained eyes rolled up into the back of her skull,
her cunt spasming around him as she came violently while unconsciously bucking
on his cock. She was experiencing pure paradise as she felt his tip get pushed
out from the sheer outrageous volume he had let out inside of her, a mad
pleasure coursing through her very soul as his flared cockhead scraped the
breached walls of her cervix with a silent pop. When his climax finally came to
an end he actually struggled to remember how to move his arms so he could
attempt to pry her off of him, her body flopping like boneless meat against the
makeshift bed as her gaping sex twitched, the lips fighting to reseal
themselves after the intense rutting they just went through. The other sisters
leaned forward to watch the mouse’s hole closely, waiting for anything to come
out, and they soon got their wish as Crona’s cum began to ooze from, their
sister’s hips twitching with every thick gush that left her.
The boy panted, holding a hand to his lightheaded skull as the Mizune he just
finished with rolled over onto her side, her hands running over her stomach
lovingly as she stared off into space, her face the picture of satisfied bliss
as his boiling sperm bled from her. "Chi~" he turned to a sight that made him
almost whimper. The other four had lined up at the end of the makeshift bed
down on their hands and knees, their asses swaying side to side, offering up
their dripping pink slits that were just waiting for him to come and empty his
balls within just like he had with their sister. He swallowed, standing up on
shaking legs to come to the farthest on the left, taking hold of her tiny ass
and spreading her cheeks apart. He trembled as he stuck his tongue out and
darted in to bury his face between her cheeks, dragging the wet muscle from her
clit up until he reached her back hole, a shaky whimper escaping the mouse as
he tongued her small pucker, slowly opening her up with each prod he gave her.
It didn’t take long for her already well experienced hole to get ready and he
set her down with a final thrust of his tongue into her before sitting up and
guiding his aching member to poke into her backdoor. He was met with a grateful
moan as he slid inside the well-lubed entrance with ease, the velvety heat of
her ass swallowing him up and rippling down his length as he pushed inch after
inch into her. They groaned in unison the moment he bottomed out within her, a
little gasp of surprise leaving the mouse as he flopped down onto his butt and
held her against his lap, a lewd bulge poking out from her belly as the tip of
the boy’s cock made its outline clear beneath her flesh.
He ran a hand over the bump, drawing a twitch and drop of arousal from the
Mizune eyeing her fresh bump with wide eyes before he lifted her near
weightless body up to his tip, her arms and legs swaying uselessly just like
her sister had as he then dropped her down into an orgasmic slam against his
lap. The mouse came instantly, little hiccups and squeaks leaving her mouth as
her expression and broken sounds came to match her earlier sister’s, things
that Crona’s body was desperate to coax out more of with a round of delicate
inch-long thrusts and gentle nips to her neck. He looked up from his current
fucked-stupid partner and was treated to the sight of the last three preparing
themselves for him as he continued, their fingers poking and prodding at their
desired holes, urging him to go at his current cock-slot harder and harder. He
complied, steadily turning her lustful little "Chis," into pleasure filled
screamed that he was forced to cut off by shoving a pair of fingers into her
mouth, afraid of letting anyone hear and find them.
Her pleasure only skyrocketed though as she bit down on the digits, a bit of
his mad blood coating her tongue with its mind-numbing taste as he went harder
and harder at fucking her small ass raw, her pussy dribbling its arousal onto
their clothing as she came again. He was so sick for doing this, for enjoying
this as he felt his own release bubble up within his balls, he was sick and
wrong and so very confused as he continued to slam the small body in his arms
down, his cum travelling along his length till he finally began pumping all the
way to her stomach as he kept on thrusting. So many thoughts ran through his
head as he considered the Mizune he’d fucked and ruined before and the one he
currently held, thoughts trying to think up ways to rationalize it all: They
were an adult when they were together, but did that also go for when they were
apart in these little individual bodies? They were the same person, and yet
each were also different, he knew that much by now with how they had worked him
with their hands, but then there were their bodies… It just made him feel so
wrong even as he came inside so much that the Mizune's stomach actually
stretched out half an inch, so much of his cum entering her well-fucked tunnel
that he’d caused her body to distend a fraction.
And yet even as he let the second Mizune fall off his length, a bit of his cum
gushing out of her abused hole as her belly met the clothes, her legs numb and
shaking as she lay there unconsciously drooling her nectar into her clothes, he
couldn't stop a sinful thought appearing within him, one asking: “Is it really
all that wrong?” Something inside of him had clicked, some part of his brain
that the innocent morality hadn’t been able to lock down appeared to pose these
questions: “Did the Mizune’s want it? Did they engage it? Did they ever once
ask to stop or give a sign they were hurt?” Every question made his resolve
crumble a little more as he moved on to his third sister, the little witch
squirming in his grip and acting like she wanted to turn around. He twisted the
witch in his grasp, watching her closely as she gulped and trembled beneath
him, his behemoth of meat and veins plopping down along the length of her slit
and running up her belly while their eyes met, the boy’s gaze asking her a
silent question: “Do you want this?” His answer came in the form of her going
limp beneath him, her only movement being her hands trailing down to hook into
her slit and spread her folds apart as she rolled her hips, spreading her
sticky nectar along his shaft.
If he was going to become a god then did that mean he'd still have to worry
about hell? It felt like it was something to ponder as he thrust into the third
small body, his fingers lifting up to plug her mouth and muffle the following
scream of bliss as she bucked into him the moment he bashed into the back wall
of her womb. He supposed he’d never really have to worry about it if he never
died, and becoming a god certainly helped with that, there wouldn’t exactly be
anything he’d have to worry about once he got strong enough and at that point
he really wouldn’t have to care about what others thought either. If something
as heavenly as popping your cockhead in and out of a partner’s cervix while she
willingly sucked on his fingers with an unending string of moans and cries was
wrong then he didn’t want to be right. Medusa had said before after all, he
didn’t care about the shape of his lovers, though at the time that referred
merely to their curves, but now? Why should he care if his partners were a bit
on the small side so long as they gave him permission? He’d stop the exact
moment they even started to ask him to… that is if their broken minds and
bodies could even think straight enough to make the sounds that is, though that
thought never really rolled through his brain as his current hole gave him a
mind-numbing clench after a particular bash to the back of her womb.
                                       …
 
He didn’t know for sure just how long he had went at it, taking the sisters one
after the other and turning their brains and bodies to dripping wet cum-stained
mush, but he did know that it had felt like heaven, a heaven that continued on
to this very moment as he lay on the thrown together bed completely nude with
five pairs of lips running across the entirety of his length. He absentmindedly
stroked the soft heads of two of the sisters as he lay there facing up with his
eyes shut, contemplating the still awe-inspiring sensation of the door to their
wombs popping around his swollen glans repeatedly, the way they squeezed him
and squeaked with wanton lust at every thrust.
 "Hey Crona?" he heard someone call and cracked open an eye to see Eruka
cautiously peeking her head out from beside the wall. "The people have stopped
coming into the Academy, I think we’ll be-" her words caught in her throat the
moment she could make out the scene: The five Mizunes lying face down
surrounding Crona’s cock, their bellies each distended by a good inch while
their abused slits and gaping asses oozed out Crona’s release, a blissful smile
on each of their cum-splattered faces as they lapped at his shaft and sack.
"Um, they- the others... W-we should probably start getting ready," the frog-
girl darted her eyes away, briefly stealing a few glances back at them as the
five sighed in unison, giving one last slobbery group kiss to Crona’s tip
before they pushed themselves up on unsteady feet. "Are you okay now?" she
asked a bit dumbly, how could they not be after Crona had worked them so good
their bellies looked like that?
“Chi!”They nodded in unison while Crona’s climbed up uncomfortably, trying his
best not to look down at their slightly swollen stomachs while the sisters each
giggled in their own way.
             “Okay enough to focus?” She got another round of affirmative
squeaks. “Alright good,” she breathed out in relief, the last thing she needed
was a bunch of horny witches that could only think about Crona’s cock on the
job. “Well I guess it’d be smart for you all to get dressed now before things
start-” She was cut off by the twin waves of power that crashed into all
present as Medusa and Free released their Souls. “O-Oh crap!” She swore,
swiftly dropping her own and running back around the corner.
             The Mizunes all smirked widely and with a unified snap of their
fingers their Souls released as well. “Um, s-should you clean-up first?” Crona
asked while grabbing his miraculously cum-free robe from the soaked pile at his
feet, the sisters just sniggered together though and with another snap the pile
and their bodies were engulphed in plumes of smoke. “Oh right…” They could use
magic now…
             “Chi-Chi,” a pink-topped black ball flew out from one cloud and
nuzzled itself into his still bare chest before the freshly cum-free robed
Mizune gave him a light peck on his cheek, her body still reeking of his spunk
beneath her new clothes as she giggled and flew off, swiftly followed by the
rest that each gave him a quick kiss and “Chi,” of their own before racing off
to catch up to their sister.
             Crona let out a long sigh as slid his clothing back over himself,
his face heating up a bit as looked over the rooftop before him, specifically
all the traces and puddles of cum that had sprayed out past the edge of their
makeshift bed. There was no going back after this, he’d done something others
would disagree with, something they’d hate him for, but then again that wasn’t
exactly something new for the boy. He’d killed people, ate the souls of humans,
had sex with his mother, taken multiple girls for partners, impregnated his own
mother… So really at this point was having sex with willing bodies that just so
happened to be a little more on the tiny side all that bad? And if things went
as planned tonight he’d be getting a significant powerup, perhaps enough to
actually not have to care about what anyone else thought or did just like he’d
dreamed of while in his lustful heat of the moment epiphany with the first
couple of Mizunes.
             He briefly pondered what it’d be like, tasting and feeling other
girls like the little Mizunes since the five all shared identical slits, would
anyone else their size even be able to take him? Witches were much more sturdy
than ordinary humans, so if he ever did come across the opportunity to
experience anything else like this he’d have to take his time and be careful.
But then again what were the chances of ever running into a situation like this
again? He rubbed at the back of his head a bit while thinking about that as he
rejoined the rest of the group, his eyes briefly glancing over the three
witches with their glowing bright magic that matched the mass now surrounding
one of the Academy’s towers. The Mizune sisters would probably end up being the
only ones he ever really did something like this with, so it shouldn’t be that
much of a big deal to worry about… right?
After all it’s not like eating a Kishin would increase the effects of the boy’s
sexual relief oriented madness that much…
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